Return to the Huaiye Lane mansion from Xunyang Prince's Mansion.

Ouyang Rong went to bed early.

A night of silence.

Ouyang Rong got up early to get dressed.

The sky outside the doors and windows is still dark gray.

"Why did Tanlang wake up so early today? You kept tossing and turning. Are you thinking about something?"

Ye Weilai was wearing a white nightgown, kneeling on the bed and tidying up the bedding, and asked in a strange tone.

"I went to bed early last night." Ouyang Rong whispered.

Ye Weilai walked over, half hugged his waist from behind, poked her face out from one side of Ouyang Rong's body, carefully looked at the reflection in the bronze mirror, and tied his belt carefully.

"Is Tanlang doing something important today?" She suddenly felt distressed and frowned: "Tanlang has lost weight, look at his belt."

Ouyang Rong didn't seem to hear or look at the gesture of her lace-up palm below, so he turned around and asked:

"Doesn't our family have the custom of celebrating the Winter Clothes Festival?"

"Winter Clothes Festival?" The white-haired maid was stunned and shook her head, "I guess it's because I didn't listen to the lady's instructions in advance."

"That's good. It's good to keep everything simple. It's good to keep everything simple."

Ouyang Rong rubbed his face and muttered to go out. He picked up a small bundle with two fingers and took away a certain Mohist sword box.

"Morning."

At the gate, he greeted Ali and boarded the long-awaited carriage with two items.

The carriage drove slowly. The deeper the autumn, the shorter the days and the longer the nights.

At the same time of travel, the sky outside the car was already bright in summer, but now it was gray and there was no daylight, but the streets that had been quiet all night were already lively.

However, Ouyang Rong didn't care about this, and his focus was elsewhere.

Inside the carriage, he sniffed the air first, then frowned slightly:

"Sure enough, it still tastes..."

As he said that, he pushed open the window and raised the car curtain, and the sound of wind and the noise of the market came to his face.

For the time being, I can no longer smell the faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus.

Ouyang Rong bent down and took out a small black box that he had hidden yesterday from the space under his seat. After opening it, he took out an orange-red sachet.

This orange-red sachet, which the hostess's embroidery skills were very poor, exudes the fragrance of osmanthus.

It was exactly what Rong Zhen sent it yesterday. I heard that it was made by the female officials of the Supervisory Yuan who picked up the golden osmanthus seeds under the tree when they were homesick and had nothing to do.

"Why put so many cinnamon seeds? It smells like this."

Someone frowned, grabbed some ripe orange-red osmanthus seeds from the sachet, and threw it out the window. Unfortunately, the sachet was still filled with fragrance. Soon, he calmed down his expression.

"Fortunately, I expected it..." he muttered.

When he arrived at the street near Jiangzhou Hall, Ouyang Rong quickly closed the curtains and car doors to stop ventilation.

He sniffed around.

Although it is still there, the cinnamon fragrance in the carriage has faded a lot and is almost unsmellable.

Ouyang Rong no longer hesitated, quickly opened the sword box and stuffed an orange sachet of "The Source of Disaster" in his hand into it.

After a while, he touched the long sword box lying across his knees and smiled slightly.

"You are still reliable and can hide anything."

Ouyang Rong bent down and placed the long sword box in an empty space under the seat.

At the same time, the small bundle brought out in the morning was also placed on top of the wooden box.

This sword box not only stores wind and gathers energy, but is also a sealed space that can lock in fragrance.

"The effect is not bad." Ouyang Rong couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"What's good, is Tanlang ordering me..." Ali's doubtful voice came from outside.

"No. Rest for a while and call me when you get there." He turned around and ordered.

"Yes, Tanlang."

Ali promised seriously. Seeing that there was no more noise in the carriage behind him, he concentrated on driving the carriage.

Soon, the carriage arrived at the Jiangzhou lobby, and Ali turned to call his son...

After sending Ouyang Rong off, the new groom Ali turned to the stable and prepared to feed Dongmei some rationed fodder.

I didn't see that weird official named Yuan today, and the groom couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

After working for a while and just relaxing, Ali heard the conversation between the young master and the noble daughter of the Xie family not far away.

He got out of the way in advance and went to the stable to clean the trough.

Two people came not far away.

"Why does Senior Brother have to go to the Overwatch Council every day?"

"Junior sister, do you want to come with me?"

"Forget it, I won't go. Didn't I say that the female officer who owes me money is here too? I have no interest in going there and getting her cold face."

"That's true."

"Why are you interested in going?" A certain lady of the Xie family suddenly lowered her voice: "By the way, is she still pursuing that matter..."

"Yes, I mentioned it."

"No wonder Senior Brother goes over every day to take a look..."

"Ahem, you really have to keep an eye on it."

Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang walked to the stable at the back door and stopped.

Ouyang Rong glanced at Ali.

"Tanolang, wait a moment."

The latter immediately went to fetch the horse and prepare the carriage.

While waiting, the slim Xie daughter in red clothes standing next to Ouyang Rong with her hands behind her back suddenly asked:

"Eldest brother, do you know what's the holiday today?"

"What?" Ouyang Rong looked curious.

Xie Ling Jiang Yanran smiled:

"Guess."

"Hot spring foot soaking festival."

"?"

"Then I couldn't guess." He sighed.

"Huh, close your eyes and I'll tell you." She was not angry.

Ouyang Rong suppressed his smile and closed his eyes solemnly.

Immediately, he felt something being tied around his waist.

Open an eye and take a look.

really.

It is a lotus-white sachet.

The embroidery is exquisite, the silk threads are shining, and the phoenix made of gold threads is flying on the sachet. It contains the fragrance of ambergris, and it is extremely precious at first sight.

"This is..." Ouyang Rong showed a surprised expression.

Xie Ling Jiang put his hands on his back and raised his head, feeling proud of his sweetness.

The surprise that is about to overflow from someone's eyes is simply the sweetest candy for her.

Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but hold his arm affectionately and said:

"Today is the Winter Clothes Festival. In addition to buying winter clothes, you also need to wear sachets to ward off evil spirits. Here, I made one for you and one for my father. It took a lot of time. Not only today, but also for these two days.

Wear it, don't take it off."

Ouyang Rong nodded hurriedly.

"That's for sure, this gift is extremely important."

A certain new groom was very discerning, and it was not until his son and the young lady Xie were about to get intimate that he happened to lead the horse back.

"Tanlang's car is ready."

"Well, thank you for your hard work."
To be continued...