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Chapter 128 Amorous but Ruthless Annoyed

"Do you remember your name?"

"Wei Lai, my slave's name is Wei Lai."

"No, it's Ye Weilai, remember your name in the Great Zhou Dynasty, your name is Ye Weilai."

At this time last night before entering the bed in Meilin Courtyard, Ouyang Rong suddenly turned his head and asked the silver-haired waist-length Ye Weilai what to say.

In the early morning, Ye Weilai couldn't help but hug her arms with the cold wind blowing on the street at the entrance of Meiluyuan.

She understood what the master meant.

After returning to Nanlong to worship her ancestors and burn paper, she was no longer a slave.

But she didn't understand what the master meant.

Why suddenly emphasize this.

After Ouyang Rong said these words to her last night, he lay down and went to sleep, and there was a night of silence after that.

Sometimes there are very few words before parting.

The commotion outside Meilu Garden in the morning attracted many neighbors on Luming Street.

Ouyang Rong stood inside the door, folded his sleeves, and watched silently for a long time.

For Ye Weilai who looked back at him from time to time outside the door, he just smiled at her without saying a word.

The eight carriages driven by Liu Ashan and others were loaded one after another, and Mrs. Zhen led Ye Weilai and others into the carriage one by one.

Ouyang Rong took a step and boarded the compartment of the lead car.

Along the way, the young county magistrate closed his eyes and rested his mind, occasionally responding to Zhen's chat, turning a deaf ear to the little girl next to him who frequently looked at him.

Ouyang Rong's reaction today was a little cold.

Seeing this, Mrs. Zhen turned her head and took Ye Weilai's little hand, with a rare gentle attitude, and comforted Tan Lang for herself.

Ouyang Rong took half a day's leave today and sent Mrs. Zhen and others to board the boat at Penglangdu.

Nanlong is in the south of Longcheng County. To return to Nanlong, you need to go to Jiangzhou City to transfer.

Longcheng has well-developed water transportation, and the broad Yangtze River is next to it. Naturally, the most convenient way to leave Longcheng County is by boat.

In the morning, the sun rises.

At the corner of Penglangdu Wharf, a temporarily hired boat was moored.

The boatmen and sailors helped the servants from the Meilu Garden unload the salute from the carriage and carried it onto the boat.

This method of hiring a whole boat and not stopping to carry other passengers is also called buying a boat. It is a way for rich people to travel on the Yangtze River.

Ouyang Rong stood on the shore with long sleeves, his robe rustling in the wind.

He silently watched as Zhenshi, Ye Weilai, Banxi and other familiar figures boarded the boat.

With the sound of "dong", the whole huge passenger boat seemed to have heard some kind of order, and gradually moved away from the dock at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ouyang Rong, who had always been calm, did not smile until now.

He waved to the reluctant girls of the Zhen family who gathered at the stern of the boat.

At this moment, Ouyang Rong stood on the shore, and saw a blue-eyed girl with silver hair blown by the river wind on the high stern, suddenly threw away the arms of her female companion, and rushed towards him without thinking about herself.

In the next second, he jumped out of the boat as if he wanted to cast Lin Ruyan, and crossed the river five meters away to land.

Ouyang Rong shook his body, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch it, but immediately, his hand stopped in the air, and silently retracted it.

Ye Weilai was held back by the daughters of the Zhen family behind her.

Seeing this, Ouyang Rong didn't stay any longer and watched the boat go away.

He turned around silently, took Liu Ashan and other followers, and left Peng Langdu without saying a word.

He was on the departing boat behind him.

Ye Weilai, who was held down by the girls, burst into tears, and the tears that flowed from the gray-blue eyes turned out to be clear and transparent tears.

The big ones flowed down like drops of water from a lotus leaf. She covered her mouth with her little hands, staring blankly at the slender figure of her master leaving on the shore in the distance.

At a certain moment, the ribbon tied with hair was broken away and flew away with the wind to Peng Langdu, where people parted every day.

The strong wind blows the girl's waist-length silver hair flying all over the sky.

……

"Sir, why don't you stand a little longer?"

Liu Ashan's voice came from behind, Ouyang Rong said without turning his head:

"If you stand for a while, you have to separate. It will only increase your reluctance. It's normal for a little girl to be sentimental. If you part more often in the future...you'll get used to it."

Liu Ashan thought for a while, then nodded: "That's right. Anyway, Mrs. Zhen and the others will only be away for two months, and they will be back before the end of the year."

Ouyang Rong remained silent.

It's been a long time.

He who was walking ahead suddenly turned around and said:

"Ah Shan, everyone has to be separated, look forward."

The tall, thin and dull man was taken aback for a moment, then nodded in a daze as he saw the free and easy smile of the young man in front of him under the sun.

The leave he had asked for in the morning was still there, but Ouyang Rong took Liu Ashan directly back to the county office.

After bidding farewell to "relatives" such as Zhen Shi and Ye Weilai, Ouyang Rong is considered half alone, and finally able to focus all his energy on business.

In fact, this time he found an excuse to send Zhen Shi and Ye Weilai back to their hometown to worship their ancestors, except that he was really worried that Liu Shi would jump the wall after the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

There is also the selfish desire to resolve this fetter and entanglement.

The disaster relief has been completed, and when he succeeds in controlling the floods and survives the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River, the Liu family will be ransacked or locked in a cage.

Then you can arrange your posthumous affairs, find a reason to resign from office and go back to seclusion, and go to the Pure Land Palace to try to return to the good fortune.

Instead of cutting and leaving in a hurry at that time, it is better to gradually decouple now and make preparations in advance.

Sending Zhen Shi, Ye Weilai and others back to their hometown to worship their ancestors is the first step, and it is also the most difficult step for Ouyang Rong to let go. After all, they are "relatives" who get along day and night.

But...it seems to have succeeded.

With his back to Peng Langdu, Ouyang Rong strode away, facing Di Gongzha where the ribbon-cutting ceremony was about to be held.

He didn't look back.

……

Sunset slanted west.

The yin and yang are cut off.

In the past, the Meilu Garden, which would be bustling after the host was on duty, seemed a little empty and lonely for a while.

Ouyang Rong walked through the quiet corridor, pushed open the door of the Meilin courtyard under the setting sun, and entered the house alone.

I glanced lightly from the corner of my eye.

He froze for a moment, walked to the side of the bed where there was only one set of bedding and pillows left, and reached out to pick up a neatly folded brand new blue Confucian shirt.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head.

Twist the fabric with your fingertips.

This stitch is a bit green and clumsy.

He squeezed lightly with two fingers, narrowed his eyes and pulled out a long and slender silver hair from the new clothes.

Watching the silver thread flutter slightly in the air.

Ouyang Rong's mind suddenly flashed a few scenes of the white-haired maid drooping her head and dozing off while knitting under the lamp with her hands pinching her needlework.

He silently put down his new clothes, walked to the table, put the silver hair between his fingers into a book, and stuffed the book into the bookshelf.

Ouyang Rong turned around.

The shadow of the setting sun is long, looking at the empty room quietly.

He suddenly felt that time passed so fast, it had been so long since he came to this world.

"I'm coming back... Wealth and honor are not my wish, the imperial hometown... can't be expected..."

The young county magistrate whispered.

……

night.

on the river.

The bright moon is hidden in the clouds, and the wind and waves are quite high.

On the water of the pitch black river, there is a solitary sail swaying, sailing towards the bright moon.

The chartered boat has been driving on the river for two days.

At this moment, the ship was empty from bow to stern, and the snoring of some boatmen could be heard from the cabin from time to time, and occasionally a few servants on duty walked by on the corridor.

Thanks to the severe crackdown on water thieves by various state capitals in Jiangnan Province in recent years, navigation in the middle reaches of the Yangtze River is quite safe.

What's more, as far as the boatmen and sailors knew, the noble lady who chartered the boat right now had a long history and belonged to officials. The young nephew of the noble lady served as the magistrate of a large county under the jurisdiction of Jiangzhou.

The entourage could not help but bring a lot of capable attendants, and the lady surnamed Zhen who had a lot of money was also very aggressive. These days, the boatmen had experienced it, so they were naturally respectful and fearful.

At this moment, in the cabin.

In a cabin second only to the lady surnamed Zhen, it was pitch black.

Through the gap of the small closed window on the right side, some moonlight leaked in, shining on a dark bed in the upper left corner of the cabin.

The bedding on the bed was tightly covered, and there was a group of bulging bumps in the middle.

It seemed that someone buried his head under the covers and fell into a deep sleep.

A few strands of silver hair protruded from the edge of the bed, and with the sway of the boat, the silver hair wobbled and slid down the edge of the bed, almost touching the floor under the low bed.

The little owner of the quilt didn't sleep on the pillow, but was curled up in the quilt, holding the pillow tightly with both hands, as if hugging something that he never wanted to let go.

Her big closed eyes seemed to be moving, and she must have fallen into some kind of dream.

The white-haired girl frowned from time to time, looser and tighter, at a certain moment, the moonlight outside the window dimmed, and the boat's hull shook suddenly, as if it had encountered a lot of wind and waves.

At the same time, a dream sounded in the bed:

"Master, don't...don't sell your slave...don't!"

The white-haired girl suddenly opened her eyes, and the top of the quilt fell to the ground, revealing her messy silver hair. The girl backed away holding the pillow in horror, and turned her head to look around in fear.

After his eyes got used to the darkness, he could see clearly the reality he was in.

Only then did she restrain her panic a little, and her small face stared at the moonlight leaking through the gap left by the window casement in a daze.

"It turned out to be a dream..."

Ye Weilai just dreamed that she was back in the small iron cage at Jinxiaokou Mahang, and was forcibly taken away from Ouyang Rong.

The small iron cage was transported to the cargo hold of the ship, swaying with the ship on the big river, and was about to be sold to a distant and strange place.

This was her childhood experience, and it was also the nightmare that often came back late at night after leaving her master for the past few days.

Ye Weilai stretched her hands into her bosom, and the red embroidered bag containing the two copper plates was still hanging on her chest. Feeling the hard touch of the copper plates in her palm, her face softened a little, but the low bed under her buttocks shook rhythmically with the river water. There is still a lingering fear in his heart.

The moment I just woke up.

The dark cabin, the rickety living quarters, the emptiness curled up alone... For a moment, she really thought she was back in the small cage where she drifted with the tide when she was a child.

This fear is engraved in the bone.

Even after being brought back to Meilu Garden by the master, Ye Weilai seldom had this kind of dream.

However, forgetting does not mean that it has been overcome.

Ye Weilai's eyes adapted to the darkness, she leaned forward and opened the small window, sat on the low bed in the cabin, and looked up at the bright moon on the river.

Ye Weilai's milk-white face was clear and bright under the moonlight, and with her soft silver hair, she looked a bit holy.

However, her gray-blue eyes and small face were still dazed,

In the past few days, he left Longcheng and wandered on the river, saying goodbye to his master for the first time.

Ye Weilai began to gradually realize one thing.

Under the moon, the girl curled up her pillow and murmured softly:

"The cage... the cage... so you've always been there."

Before that, why did it seem to be gone?
The girl who was pulled out of the cage by Ouyang Rong muttered to herself:
"Without him...the outside world would be no different from a cage."

The cabin continued to sway, the casements continued to open, and the bright moon continued to hang high.

Ye Wei looked at the depths of Mochizuki's gray-blue eyes, the confusion gradually dissipated, and a certain clarity was restored.

Her gaze slowly hardened.

It seems that a decision has been made.

……

early morning.

Clear sky.

The wind howled on the river, blowing the sails non-stop.

Zhen Shi, who got up early, was wearing a green skirt and a white shirt, and walked to the bow of the boat with lotus steps.

In the sun, she stretched her neck slightly, looking curiously at the fishing nets of the boatmen beside her.

After a while, Mrs. Zhen turned her head and glanced in the direction of Jiangzhou.

This is the third day on board, and he has already left the border of Jiangzhou.

I don't know how Tan Lang is doing now.

At this moment, Mrs. Zhen heard the familiar footsteps behind her, and said with a smile without looking back:
"You girl, didn't I tell you to sleep more, you woke up so early...didn't sleep well last night?"

After finishing the last sentence, Mrs. Zhen turned around and observed the small face of the white-haired girl who came to the bow.

I can see that the eye sockets are indeed a little red.

Zhen knew it in her heart, and sighed, "Can't you bear it?"

Ye Weilai lightly brushed her silver hair blown by the wind, without saying a word, she walked forward docilely, knelt down and stretched out her hands, and carefully adjusted the corners of Zhen's clothes.

The beautiful woman in Luo Qun smiled slightly. After thinking for a while, she stretched out her hand and gently touched the girl's silver-haired head.

She remembered that Tan Lang liked touching like this, but she had never tried it before.

Ye Weilai who bowed her head suddenly said:
"Miss, how long is it until the next ferry terminal?" She kept arranging the corners of her skirt with her hands.

"We've arrived at the boundary of Hongzhou. We should be able to arrive at the ferry of Hongzhou City at noon today. What's the matter? What's the matter?"

Ye Weilai was silent for a while, and straightened the skirt of the woman in front of her. She didn't stand up, but raised her small face, mustered up the courage to stare at Zhen's drooping eyes and said:
"Mistress, Nuer... Nuer couldn't take it anymore, and wanted to go back to find Tan Lang immediately, and didn't want to stop for a moment. Can Miss...can you help Nuer."

Zhen's face showed some surprise, but she was not surprised by Ye Weilai's thoughts.

She was just a little surprised by this girl's choice.

After being quiet for a while, the woman in the skirt said in a half-serious and half-joking tone:
"This opportunity to go back to worship ancestors and burn paper as Tan Lang's relatives is quite rare. It is the best opportunity Tan Lang has given you, and it is rare.

"I've given you a chance, if you don't grasp it well, are you sure you want to give up?

"Heh, you're not afraid that Tan Lang will meet a new concubine and change his mind and won't give you a title? Although Tan Lang has a kind heart, he is still a man after all..."

Zhen Shi looked at Ye Weilai's expression with a smile.

The latter lowered her head, moved her lips slightly, and stood up abruptly. She stared at Zhen's eyes, nodded vigorously and said:

"I just want to accompany Tan Lang, I don't ask for anything else, I don't see Tan Lang for a moment, my heart is trembling and flustered, I just ask the big lady to help Nuer, let Nuer go back."

Zhen was silent for a while, then turned her head to look in the direction of Jiangzhou behind her, she pondered:

"It's not impossible, I have already seen that your expression is not right these few days, after all, you can't force it.

"But since you've made up your mind, as long as you can bear the consequences, go ahead and go back to find Tan Lang, then you have to be prepared to offend him."

After a pause, Zhen Shi curled her lips, stretched out her index finger and poked Ye Weilai, and said with a knife:
"Stubborn girl, think about how to explain to him when you go back... When you arrive at Hongzhou City at noon, I will find you a boat."

"Thank you ma'am!"

Ye Weilai showed off her face with great joy, and put her arms around Zhen's arm, who sighed and shook her head.

Immediately, the silver-haired girl who made a bold decision couldn't wait any longer.

Walking and wandering from the bow to the stern, she folded her small hands in front of her belly to hold down the windblown skirt, paced lightly, and glanced back in the direction of Longcheng County, Jiangzhou from time to time.

What is the master doing right now... On the [-]th day of yesterday, he seems to have been preparing for the ribbon-cutting ceremony of the sluice. He should have already finished his work... Also, how should he explain to the master when he returns? Will he punish him...

Some irrepressible expectations rose in Ye Weilai's heart.

Like the morning sun on the river.

　Cough cough, Junzi finally got a best-selling recommendation... Recommend the painstaking efforts of the last book "I Have a Sword Fairy Lady", delicate emotional lines, multiple heroines, slow daily life, non-upgrade text, good brother who is not interested We can be healthy~ (pout up)
　　


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