Cai Shou left.

Ouyang Rong put away the invitation and gift box.

Holding an oil paper umbrella in his arms.

Turn around and go home.

On the corridor, with the sparse lights coming from the surrounding courtyards, he lowered his head and flipped through the invitation card, glancing at the general content.

Junior sister's birthday party will be held tomorrow night.

The location is Xunyang Building, which he is familiar with.

Ouyang Rong will be very busy during the day tomorrow, but he will have nothing to do in the evening. There will be no conflicts and he can go to the banquet.

It's just that before that, the younger junior sister's relatives of the Xie family in Chen County didn't come.

Ouyang Rongben was preparing for the night of his junior sister's birthday. He called Da Lang, Liu Lang, and Xiao Niangzi and several others to have a small dinner together and cook to celebrate his junior sister's birthday.

For now, it must be over.

Ouyang Rong nodded lightly.

Returning to Yinbingzhai, he casually placed the handmade oil-paper umbrella, gold-gilded invitations, and the unopened gift box given to him by his junior sister on the cabinet.

I turned around and went behind the flower and bird screen to take a bath and wash myself.

There was the sound of the door opening from outside, and it was the familiar footsteps of a silver-haired girl.

Ye Weilai walked behind the flower-and-bird screen with a blushing face, holding a pile of clothes.

"Tan Lang, I put the clothes on the shelf."

"good."

Ouyang Rong rested the back of his head on the jade pillow on the edge of the tub, covered his face with a hot towel, and responded.

The atmosphere in front of the bathtub was quiet, with only a faint mist filling the air.

After putting away the clothes, Ye Weilai walked forward silently, twisting the straps of her skirt with her fingers, shrinking her shoulders slightly, revealing her fair collarbones, and the skirt slid down to her ankles like a slide.

Ye Weila stepped forward, dipped her fingers into the water, tested the water temperature, nodded gently, grabbed the hot towel, her cheeks were flushed, and carefully wiped the body of the sweetheart in front of her, scrubbing it with soap locust.

The man's healthy wheat-colored skin that has been rubbed with a towel is slightly red.

When she bent down, the girl's long snow-white hair hanging loosely around her shoulders was wetted by the steam rising from the tub.

At a certain moment, a catkin as smooth as a snake was about to slide downwards from the chest of the man who had his head raised and his eyes closed.

The next moment, she felt her little hand being held down by a big hand, holding it with her fingers together, preventing her from sliding down.

Ye Weilai turned around and looked.

Ouyang Rong raised his head and closed his eyes, his face covered with a hot towel, breathing evenly, as if he was about to sleep.

Somewhat tired and tired.

Thinking of how busy Tan Lang has been these days, even taking a break, Ye Weilai's eyes felt cherished and no longer messed around.

The master and the servant clasped their fingers together for a while.

After making sure that Tan Lang was asleep, Ye Weilai turned around, wiped his wet hands, and walked out of the screen quietly.

When Ouyang Rong woke up, the water temperature was slightly cold.

"Why did you fall asleep?"

He rubbed his face, stood up, took out the bucket, wiped it, put on new clothes, and walked out of the screen.

"Tanlang, are you awake?"

"Hmm." Ouyang Rong asked casually: "What are you doing?"

Ye Weilai folded her hands together, rested her white chin, and lay in front of the cabinet. She smiled and pointed at the gold-plated invitations and other items in front of her:

"Tomorrow is Miss Xie's birthday party?"

"Um."

Ouyang Rong wiped his long hair and walked to the desk.

"Tan Lang, what's inside this gift box? It's well packaged. Is it a gift for Miss Xie?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "I don't know, please help me open it and take a look."

"good."

Ye Weilai asked curiously while opening the gift box:

"Is this the handmade umbrella that Tanlang is going to give to Miss Xie? Hey, why is there an extra... painting of a lady on it?"

"Yeah." Ouyang Rong nodded: "I asked my friend to draw it. Does it look good?"

"It's pretty good-looking. Miss Xie should like it, but..."

"But what?"

Ye Weilai said hesitantly with a small face: "Umbrella means 'San', and giving an umbrella means sending it away, right?"

Ouyang Rong immediately replied: "Can't it be 'good' and send 'good'?"

"That's okay." Ye Weilai puffed her lips slightly: "Just don't be misunderstood by Miss Xie."

Ouyang Rong shook his head, looked out the window and whispered:

"It rains a lot in Jiangnan, and there are also many beauties. Green tile alleys, rain and snow falling, lilac beauties... When you meet an oil-paper umbrella, you have arrived in the real Jiangnan."

Ye Weilai was slightly stunned: "Is there such a thing? Tan Lang, where did you say this?"

"I was just fooling around."

"..."

Ouyang Rong sat down at the desk, stretched and said with a smile:

"The main reason is that I have always felt that an umbrella brings calmness, and a woman holding an umbrella is as quiet as a virgin, elegant and intellectual. In this regard, the junior sister still needs to learn to be less aggressive and more calm."

Ye Weilai suddenly nodded, "So that's how it is, slave thought that Tan Lang gave the umbrella as a hint that he wanted to protect Miss Xie from the wind and rain."

Ouyang Rong smiled.

"Tan Lang, look!"

At this time, Ye Weilai opened the valuable gift box and took out a jade of extraordinary quality.

"It seems to be a jade jade with a cloud and dragon pattern. Ah, Tanlang, this seems to be very valuable. It can even buy the mansion we live in. Who gave it to me?"

The silver-haired girl looked surprised at first, then looked worried again, and turned around and asked:

"Do you want to go back? What if it's a bribe?"

In front of the desk, Ouyang Rong raised his head, looked at the expensive jade in her hand, and pursed his lips slightly: "I'm not an outsider. Put it away first."

"Yes, Tanlang."

Ye Weilai was very obedient and didn't ask any questions. She put the jade jade with cloud and dragon pattern intact back into the gift box and put it back in its original position.

"Weila, you should go to bed first, I may be late."

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and said.

Ye Weilai looked back and found that Tan Lang was skillfully playing with the strange thing called an abacus on the table again.

This was made of bamboo by Tan Lang a few days ago. He gave some away and sent a pair to Luoyang.

He kept two sets for himself, one for his home and one for the Jiangzhou lobby.

Lately, every night, Tan Lang goes to bed late, typing out this abacus. Under the lamp, burying his head in a sea of ​​books, he seems to be settling accounts.

Sometimes Ye Weilai wakes up in the middle of the night to urinate, and can vaguely see Tan Lang pacing in front of the desk.

Tanlang should be doing something very important and complicated.

The girl felt distressed, but she couldn't do anything to help him, so she could only not disturb him.

The same is true tonight.

"Okay, Tanlang, you go to bed early. You have to attend Miss Xie's birthday dinner tomorrow."

"good."

…

Ouyang Rong deliberately got up early today.

While it was still dark, he got up, put on his clothes, and quickly washed up.

The girl on the bed in the back room behind the quilt, with her little head raised and bleary-eyed, confused and hopeless,

He pushed open the door and left the Huaiye Lane mansion.

In winter, the days are short and the nights are long, and the dawn comes very slowly.

The wharf of Xunyangdu has already become lively, and the more industrious traders and footmen are already carrying their burdens, cherishing the rare sunny day in winter, and going around selling and shouting.

Therefore, Ouyang Rong didn't get up too early, perhaps it was considered very early in Huaiye Lane where there are many rich and powerful people.

But he knew very well that there were many people in Xunyang City, especially Xingzifang, who were forced by life and were more diligent than him.

Even if he is the governor of Jiangzhou, so what?

In this era, apart from the rich and powerful, the only people who can sleep in every day are probably lazy people.

Of course, except Yuan Huaimin.

Xunyang was crossing the river. In the early morning, the river breeze was biting and cold, biting into the back of people's necks.

Ouyang Rong clasped his hands to his mouth and breathed in a few mouthfuls of white mist.

Thanks to his hard work, he went out this morning and specially wore a snow-white fox fur shawl. The large clusters of white fur on the fox fur were quite warm, but he was prone to yawning.

Ouyang Rong stood outside the door of Xunyangdu City Trading Department and waited for a while, then turned his head and looked at the dock behind which was getting busier.
To be continued...