Ouyang Rong went back to the Huaiye Lane mansion at noon.

I took Yuan Huaimin back with me.

After he left the quiet courtyard in the morning, he first went to find Yuan Huaimin.

The first phase of the Qingyang Cross Street project has just been completed, and there are still many things that need to be handed over and coordinated by Jiangzhou Hall.

Ouyang Rong took Yuan Huaimin there for another walk in the morning.

Take this guy back for lunch at noon.

Yuan Huaimin came to the Huaiye Lane mansion for a meal every three days, which was an old tradition for him to prostitute brother Lianghan for free.

As soon as they returned to the Huaiye Lane mansion, Zhen Shuyuan, Wei Lai, and a group of maids gathered around her.

"Where did Tanlang rest last night? In Yuan Changshi's courtyard?"

Zhen Shuyuan took the coat that Ouyang Rong took off, sniffed it calmly before hanging it on the hanger, and asked with a smile.

Ouyang Rong had someone notify Zhen Shuyuan in advance yesterday that he might not come back to rest.

The reason is that if you attend the celebration dinner hosted by Pei Shisanniang and other merchants, you may have to drink until very late. If you are drunk, you might as well spend the night at Xingzifang, so you should inform them in advance so that they don't wait.

This was one of the rare nights when he didn't go home to rest.

In the past, no matter how late he was busy, Ouyang Rong would always return to the Huaiye Lane residence regardless of rain or shine.

Zhen Shuyuan and other female relatives have long been accustomed to this, but now the reason for being generous is there, and he has notified it in advance. Even if the girls are not used to it, it is inconvenient to say anything.

Because judging from universal standards, when it comes to going home to spend the night, my Tanlang is indeed a good man who can silently shed tears for both men and women.

There are always a lot of concerns.

It can only be said that a mature woman's intuition is quite keen.

"No, Brother Huaimin's courtyard is a bit crowded. There are guests staying here. I stayed in a courtyard arranged by Pei Shisanniang, not far from Chengtian Temple."

Ouyang Rong said softly.

Zhen Shuyuan said something extra: "I thought Tan Lang was staying at another friend's house."

When Yuan Huaimin, who had already sat down to wait for the meal, heard this, he turned his head curiously and glanced at Ouyang Rong.

The latter did not answer and asked with a smile:

"Auntie heard fireworks last night?"

"Is it over there at Xingzifang? It's coming in waves, it's a bit lively."

"The fireworks were set off by Pei Shisanniang and others at the dinner party. I thought it was a bit noisy..."

Ouyang Rong took the lead, and the others chatted about home affairs.

Zhen Shuyuan pointed to the Confucian shirt hanging on the hanger at the door and asked:

"Whose clothes are Tanlang's?"

Ouyang Rong nodded: "Brother Huaimin, your hangover is full of alcohol."

Yuan Huaimin immersed himself in the meal and nodded "hmm" to testify.

The clothes were indeed his. When Ouyang Rong came to see him early in the morning, he borrowed his bathroom to take a bath and borrowed his clothes to wear.

Zhen Shuyuan glanced at the heartless cook Yuan Huaimin and asked more questions:

"That Pei Shisanniang, the yard has been arranged, but didn't she prepare new clothes for the drunken Tan Lang?"

Ouyang Rong was helpless: "People outside are not as considerate as my aunt. My aunt thinks too much."

Zhen Shuyuan pursed her red lips, ate a few pieces of food with chopsticks, and then said slowly:

"That's not necessarily true. What if there is something more considerate."

Ouyang Rong looked at his nose with his eyes, and his nose at his heart, but there was no response.

After lunch, Yuan Huaimin had enough to eat and drink, and left satisfied.

Ouyang Rong still wanted to stay at the Huaiye Lane residence for a lunch break, so he didn't go with him and just saw him off.

At the gate, Zhen Shuyuan waited for the girl to give it away with her half a bag, and by the way, she returned Ouyang Rong's coat to Yuan Huaimin.

Watching the latter walk away, Zhen Shuyuan turned around, put away the smile on her face, and said to Ouyang Rong, who was about to slip back to Yinbingzhai:

"Tanlang, let's not wear outsiders' clothes next time. It's always bad to owe a favor."

"What my aunt said makes sense. My nephew has learned a lesson."

After saying a promise, Ouyang Rong calmly left.

"etc."

Zhen Shuyuan, who had been watching him with calm eyes, suddenly called out to someone again.

"What's wrong, aunt?"

"You said last time that you were going to bring that friend to attend my birthday ceremony. Don't forget to tell Huanhan in advance. After all, it will be her arrangement. If you forget to mention it, and Huanhan didn't prepare the dishes in advance, the guests will be unlucky when the time comes.

But here we are again, and there are no seats. It would be bad if you neglect me."

Ouyang Rong nodded:

"Thanks to aunt for reminding me. I've been so busy lately that I almost forgot about it, but aunt is still very concerned about this matter."

"I only care about your mother's hairpin, and I don't care about other things."

Zhen Shuyuan walked over, adjusting Ouyang Rong's clothes, lowering her eyes, and muttered in a woman's unique nagging voice:

"You men are generous in giving away things, but you are too shy to ask for them afterwards. But I am a little girl, and in the words of your saints, it is difficult to raise me. So let me do it."

"Other things, Tanlang will give them as gifts, but this hairpin is too special. It belongs to your mother's clan. Even Huanhan can't give it to her..."

Ouyang Rong suddenly interrupted:

"What if someone wears it really well?"

"What do you mean?" Zhen Shuyuan was confused.

Ouyang Rong had already yawned, turned around and left:

"I feel tired as soon as I have a full meal. I didn't sleep well last night, so my nephew went back to catch up on his sleep."

Zhen Shu frowned and watched her somewhat eccentric beloved nephew go away. She stood there for a long time and muttered:

"This kid, what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd..."

Drinking ice room, study room.

Ouyang Rong closed the door, walked to the desk, and breathed out slightly.

My aunt's moral character is too high.

For this kind of mature woman, there is no need for a reason to doubt something, intuition is the best evidence.

What I said just now, both inside and outside the words, were full of criticism.

Ouyang Rong shook his head.

He first put away the Mohist sword box, bronze mask and other items he brought back one by one, then went to put them in the closet.

"Why are you back?"

When he opened the closet door, he discovered Xiao Mo Jingmiaosi.

This little guy was sitting on the ground, lowering his head and counting a pile of notes. He didn't know where they came from and saved so many.

When Ouyang Rong opened the wardrobe, she quickly put them away, turned her back, turned her head and gave him a look:

"Not knocking is the most rude thing ever."

Ouyang Rong looked back at the room:

"This is my house."

Then he asked: "Why are you back? Junior sister brought you back this morning."

"Do you think everyone is as irresponsible as you?"

Miao Si crossed her chest and groaned.

Ouyang Rong smiled and did not agree with her.

I took out the [Night Pearl] from the sword case and tried it again on my daily basis.

To no avail, I put it back.

Before leaving the bookcase, he touched the square seal with his palm again.

Ouyang Rong frowned.

This is a relic given to Master Zhongma by Master Shandao when he came back from Donglin Temple last time. I don’t know what it is used for.

After studying it for a while, I put it back.

Looking up, he found that Miao Si's figure was missing from the closet.
To be continued...