On the breakfast table.

Mrs. Zhen looked sideways and silently looked at Ouyang Rong's silent expression.

She couldn't help but show concern in her eyes.

While Wei Lai served Ouyang Rong the porridge, he changed bowls.

The woman in the skirt asked insinuatingly:

"Why is Tanlang eating so slowly today? Why, the county government is not busy anymore? Didn't I hear Huanhan say before that the affairs of the sluice gate and the new canal are heavy?"

Ouyang Rong came back to his senses and let out a long breath:

"I'm almost done with my work. I'll have some free time today and tomorrow. There will be a very important ribbon-cutting ceremony the day after tomorrow... There are a lot of things going on that day."

Zhen asked: "When the time comes, will Tan Lang come back to eat at night? Do you want to wait for you?"

Ouyang Rong did not reply.

He looked a little inexplicable and was looked at a few times by Mrs. Zhen.

At this moment, Wei Lai walked up to Ouyang Rong, carefully held the rim of the porridge bowl with both hands, and bent down to put it down.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and took a look.

Wei Lai is wearing a moon-white undershirt today, with a short undershirt on the upper body, a long skirt on the lower body, and a high waist.

I don’t know whether it’s because the underskirt is too small, or because the little girl was careless on purpose, but the long skirt on the lower body is compact and looks very close to the body.

In particular, the narrow waist and hips were cut, and the taut fabric perfectly outlined her slender waist, and the rounded arc below it with large rises and falls.

Wei Lai's hips are not too big, but her figure is well-proportioned, and the concave and convex curves, like gourds, complement each other.

There is only one person in this hall who knows about the pertness of the buttocks and the beautiful youthful voluptuousness, who experienced it in detail when performing a family law.

But at this moment, he had no time to think about this.

Wei Lai put the porridge bowl away, slowly retracted her hand, and tried to wipe her red fingers on the corner of her short jacket before turning around and leaving.

Ouyang Rong suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed her thin waist, took her into his arms, and hugged her.

The white-haired maid let out a frightened "Ah" and was caught off guard, falling into her master's arms.

For a moment, Wei Lai was still dizzy, a little confused about the situation, and sat on Ouyang Rong's lap with her straight buttocks fully pressed.

In a hurry, she looked around and felt the gazes coming from all around, like swift arrows.

Suddenly, Wei Lai's face quickly turned red like rouge.

It was also the first time for her to experience this kind of situation of leaving the Meilin courtyard and hugging and getting close to the owner in public.

After all, night is night and day is day.

Wei Lai knew very well that she could be obsessed with her master in private, but she must restrain herself in public during the day.

She was jealous and secretly spat at Hu Meier to seduce her master, and was labeled as a bitch.

But what if you accidentally ruin the master’s reputation as a gentleman!

She must be blamed for her death.

However, at this moment, someone seemed not to care at all about the collapse of his character as a gentleman.

His right arm curved generously around Wei Lai's waist.

All the eyes of the Zhen family's daughters were focused on the husband and his personal maid.

Previously, despite the praise from Mrs. Zhen and the envy of her companions, Wei Lai was still able to remain calm and collected.

At this moment, she was stuck in her master's arms, but she was so embarrassed that she buried her face in his chest, her ears were so red that she didn't dare to see anyone.

She wanted to push the man's chest down with both hands, but she was unwilling to resist her sweetheart or go against his intentions in the slightest.

But like now, being hugged so intimately by the male master in broad daylight seemed wrong, too naked.

So helpless and shy, Wei Lai's mouth trembled and called out: "Master... Master... someone... someone is here..."

Early in the morning, in front of everyone in the hall, Ouyang Rong held Wei Lai in his arms. He turned his head and said to her seriously:

"Don't call me master, call me Tanlang like my aunt."

Wei Lai was startled when she caught Ouyang Rong's focused and serious gaze.

In the hall, the other women except Zhen heard this and looked at the white-haired maid with envy and jealousy in their eyes.

As if he had realized something, Wei Lai whispered in a trembling voice and murmured the title in front of everyone: "Tan Lang..."

But Ouyang Rong didn't look at her anymore. He turned back and looked at Mrs. Zhen across the table, who had remained silent the whole time.

The woman in a skirt seemed not surprised by her nephew's surprisingly high-profile declaration of some kind of intimate relationship.

The corners of Zhen's mouth dotted with light moles slightly curled up, and her eyes squinted at Ouyang Rong, who was hugging Wei Le.

While she was smiling, her eyes were meaningful.

The beautiful woman's eyes seemed to be able to speak.

He seemed to be saying to Ouyang Rong:

Well, Tanlang, I finally know that I have made it clear that I want to take in a house of concubines. Before marrying my wife, I must first bury a guarantee for the incense of the Ouyang family.

Seeing this, Ouyang Rong temporarily swallowed the words on his lips and asked:

"Why are you looking at your nephew like this?"

Mrs. Zhen hummed: "Isn't Tan Lang looking at Auntie too?"

"The aunt also saw it."

"Auntie is not blind."

Mrs. Zhen was annoyed, but today she was in a surprisingly good mood and nodded with satisfaction:

"In addition to self-cultivation and governance abroad, Tan Lang finally remembered that he also had the responsibility to carry on the family lineage."

Ouyang Rong smiled and said nothing.

Mrs. Zhen tilted her head slightly, not caring that Wei Lai was right in front of her, and asked rudely but honestly:

"Are you sure Tanlang really likes this white-haired girl?"

Ouyang Rong looked at her with red phoenix eyes and said:

"Even my aunt has fallen in love with her. How could I not like my nephew?"

"Hmph, you make Auntie sound like an old stubborn person who breaks up marriages in operas. All this is just for you. As long as you like it, then so be it. Auntie has nothing to object to."

Mrs. Zhen rolled her eyes at Ouyang Rong, shook her head, picked up the small celadon bowl, and took a sip of porridge.

The hall of Meiluyuan was quiet, with Wei Lai, Ban Xian and other maids holding their breaths and concentrating. There were only words from the male master and the eldest lady in the hall.

And the two of them, in a few words, verbally finalized the new title of a certain personal maid as a concubine.

Like the envious maids waiting for him, Wei Lai, who has strange foreign blood, understood the meaning of Ouyang Rong and Zhen's conversation word for word.

She straightened her back and widened her blue eyes. She was not shy for a moment. She hugged Ouyang Rong's waist tightly and kept murmuring: "Tan Lang Tan Lang..."

Ouyang Rong patted her back gently and put her down. Wei Lai reluctantly hugged him tightly, not wanting to let go.

But the smart little girl immediately realized Ouyang Rong's prompt. Wei Lai broke away from his warm embrace, touched the ground on her toes, and turned around excitedly.

The white-haired maid who had received her new status knelt down to offer tea to the beautiful woman with a mole on her mouth sitting opposite her, and gave her a meek salute.

After the ceremony, the atmosphere was joyful and the other maids all congratulated each other.

Next to the small round table, next to Ouyang Rong, there is also an embroidery stool.

Ouyang Rong watched the whole process with a smile. After finishing the last mouthful of porridge in the bowl, he suddenly put down the bowl and said:

"Auntie, is the 'July and a half' coming soon in my hometown?"

Zhen was stunned, thought for a moment, and nodded: "Yes, it should be next month. Why, Tan Lang is willing to take time to return to his hometown in Nanlong to worship his ancestors?"

The "half-July" in Ouyang Rong's mouth is the Hungry Ghost Festival, which is a folk nickname in Jiangnan Road.

It was also an official festival of the Zhou Dynasty.

Due to the Li Qian, the predecessor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the state religion was Taoism, so the three Taoist festivals of Shangyuan, Zhongyuan and Xiayuan received special attention. Even the royal family would set up a Taoist temple to hold solemn sacrifices.

Folks also attach great importance to this, especially the Hungry Ghost Festival, which is a day to worship ancestors and mourn lonely souls, especially in southern states and counties with a strong clan atmosphere.

Ouyang Rong is currently serving as the Dragon City Order. Under special circumstances, there is no need to go back to his hometown in Nanlong thousands of miles away to burn incense and worship his ancestors.

In addition, the Ouyang clan in Nanlong can only be regarded as a local common people. In Jiangnan Road, there are many such local common people, just like there are several in the towns and villages of Longcheng County under Ouyang Rong's current rule.

It can't compare to the Jiangzuo clan who have been rooted in Jiangnan Province for hundreds of years, and they don't have much attention to detail.

In addition, although Ouyang Rong's single-lineage house is not currently the patriarch's house of the Nanlong Ouyang clan, its status is relatively transcendent.

It was all because of the cultivation of the seed of reading in him that he was the weakest scholar.

He can be regarded as the most promising among the Ouyang brothers in the farming and education family. Well, he is the hope of the whole village.

The other members of the Ouyang family still expect Ouyang Rong to be a high official. Naturally, his house has a transcendent status in his hometown, and the other houses vaguely revolve around him.
To be continued...