"No wonder, I said I didn't remember it. It turns out it's a festival for city people... The main reason is that there is no holiday, otherwise I would definitely remember it deeply and I would never forget it."

He smiled again.

Rong Zhen pursed his lower lip, took out something from his sleeve, and threw it into someone's lap.

"Every Winter Clothes Festival in Luodu, in addition to gifting clothes to beauties, some... friends also give each other sachets to ward off evil spirits and pray for blessings, but they need to be worn for a day to be effective."

"This is……"

Ouyang Rong stared blankly at the sachet in his hand, sniffed and found the strong scent of osmanthus, and then heard Rong Zhen say again:

"These female officials from our procuratorate are all from the capital. They have not returned this year and have nothing to do. They decided to make a few sachets and picked some golden osmanthus seeds to put in them. They gave me one extra as a gift. It is just extra. You can take it.

Go ahead and wear it tomorrow to ward off evil spirits."

After a pause, she stared at the scenery outside and said, "Remember, you have to wear it for a day."

"Oh ok."

Ouyang Rong left with the osmanthus-flavored sachet in confusion.

After going out and returning to the carriage, I lowered my head and looked at the sachet.

The pattern above should be embroidered by a woman herself, stitch by stitch. At first glance, it is not made by the exquisite embroidery work of the market shops, but by unfamiliar and clumsy craftsmanship. It seems that it was indeed made by those female officials who had nothing to do.

.

There is a faint scent of osmanthus exuding from the sachet.

"These female officials are really free, and so is Rong Zhen...wait, can you wear it for a day?"

Ouyang Rong reacted and quietly glanced at the Jiangzhou lobby where someone was waiting.

"I have to come over tomorrow morning... Hey, it's okay. It's better to celebrate the Winter Clothes Festival in Jiangnan, without all these bells and whistles."

He silently put the sachet away. After thinking about it, it was not safe, so he took out a box and put it in it to cover up the fragrance.

After hiding the box, he opened the doors and windows to let in some ventilation.

"Ali, don't go back to the Jiangzhou lobby yet. Take a walk outside." Ouyang Rong suddenly ordered.

"Yes, Tanlang."

After the carriage wandered around the nearby streets for two times, it felt like the smell inside the carriage had dissipated a lot, and then Shi Shiran returned to the Jiangzhou lobby.

"Well, work harder. You go wash the carriage and pick me up and my junior sister at noon."

Ouyang Rong gave another order and turned around to enter the lobby.

On the deserted corridor, he took off his clothes, shook himself, frowned and took a breath. When passing by the corridor, he stopped, broke off an osmanthus flower, and hid it in his sleeve.

"Eldest brother is back?"

"Um."

"This is……"

"It's for you."

"It's so good. What are you doing with the branches?"

"It smells very good, I want you to smell it too."

Looking at the serious Ouyang Rong, Xie Lingjiang complained, but he still took it honestly and lowered his head to sniff.

After a while, she put it in a vase and helped him place it on the desk in his office.

The two went back to have dinner at noon, and came to Xunyang Prince's Mansion in the evening to discuss matters.

After dinner, everyone dispersed.

Ouyang Rong sent Xie Lingjiang back to the yard.

I happened to meet Li Dalang, and they were walking on the corridor together.

When Li Dalang saw Ouyang Rong out, the former warned:

"It's a holiday tomorrow, and Lianghan will come over for dinner tomorrow night, with Miss Xie."

"What festival?" Ouyang Rong asked subconsciously.

"The Winter Clothes Festival is celebrated every year in our family. Oh, come to think of it, last year, I was still in Suzhai, Longcheng. Lianghan was still controlling floods at that time, so he wasn't familiar with us."

Hearing the words "Winter Clothes Festival", Ouyang Rong coughed and was about to find an excuse to decline.

At this moment, Li Guo'er suddenly came over with Cai Shou and other maids.

"Brother, wait."

She took out a sachet from her sleeve and handed it to Li Dalang.

Then he glanced at Ouyang Rong again.

"You happen to be here too, there's an extra one for practicing, here."

Li Guo'er took another one, threw it to him, and said at the same time:

"This sachet is meant to ward off evil spirits. I put the petals of a few residual chrysanthemums in the corner of the courtyard. Instead of mourning and burying the flowers, it is better to protect the living. Well, come over tomorrow for grandma's dinner, remember to wear it."

"My sister can also embroider and make sachets?" Li Dalang asked curiously.

Ouyang Rong's face changed slightly. Just when he was about to hand the sachet back, the colorful ribbon was already crisp and he opened his mouth:

"Dalang, Mr. Ouyang, you don't know something. This is my first time doing embroidery. I made two embroidery pieces. I'm still wondering why I made one more..."

"Colorful ribbon."

Li Bao'er suddenly spoke, and the little girl with a bun-faced face immediately shut up.

The little girl with plum blossom makeup looked at Li Dalang intently and did not look at Ouyang Rong.

"Practice your hands."

She said to her brother again:

"On the Winter Clothes Festival, we should give out clothes, but I don't know how to make clothes, so I'll leave it to my mother. The sachet is simple, so brother, don't dislike it."

"It's already great. Thank you very much, A-mei. A-mei is so considerate."

Li Dalang looked delighted.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but glance at Li Guo'er's profile.

Li Guo'er was surrounded by a group of maids. Before leaving, when he passed by Ouyang Rong, he stopped and asked:

"Did that pill work last time?"

"It's a great help. Thank you princess for your generous donation."

Ouyang Rong sighed and said in a sincere tone:

"I owe the princess a favor."

As Lu Ya said, the elixir given as a gift by Master Yuqing was indeed very precious, but as soon as he asked for it, a certain little princess with plum blossom makeup gave it to him without saying a word.

Li Guo'er nodded calmly: "That's OK. The favor will be waived."

Turn around and leave.

Ouyang Rong swallowed his polite refusal and looked down at Li Bao'er's sachet. After a while, he looked at Li Dalang silently.

I saw my friend wearing the sachet happily, with the expression of a pleased brother who did not pamper his sister in vain.

"Lianghan, why are you looking at me?"

"Nothing, I just want to see you."

"..."

Li Dalang shrank his head: "Don't be like this, I'm a little scared."

Ouyang Rong ignored him, turned to look at the little junior sister's boudoir not far away, and suddenly asked:

"Dalang, will there be a Winter Clothes Festival in Jinling?"

"There seems to be some. Just ask Miss Xie to find out. I remember she sent a sachet to Mr. Xie in Luoyang last year."

"Understood."

He nodded.

Li Dalang tied up the sachet, clapped his hands, and left with satisfaction, without forgetting to say:

"Tan Lang, remember to come for dinner tomorrow night. Grandma should cook the food herself. You are so lucky..."

"Okay, I'll be there for sure."

Li Dalang passed by Ouyang Rong, but the latter suddenly reached out and pulled the sachet from Li Dalang's waist, and then calmly put it into his arms, as if it was his own.

"Lianghan, what are you doing? Don't you have one? How can you steal it from me?" he asked urgently.

"Jianghu rescues you, don't ask."

Before his friend could ask more questions, Ouyang Rong turned around and slipped away.
Chapter completed!