"Okay, I asked you not to raise bad women outside, but you still refuse! I will go and tell Xie Yatou now."

From inside the closed wardrobe, Miaosi's knocking and muttering came.

Ouyang Rong said seriously: "I'm talking about raising another little Mo Jing. I reject it."

He turned around and left the closet. Miao Si opened the door and poked his little head out with a suspicious look on his face:

"Why do I, this fairy girl, want to reject your tone of voice?"

Ouyang Rong hit the nail on the head without looking back:

"I think you feel guilty today, because you are afraid that if I raise another little ink spirit outside, I will produce spiritual ink, and I won't need you anymore.

"Otherwise, with your temperament, you are like a buffalo, whipping your whip before moving forward to plow the land. If you delay revealing to me the detailed process of producing spiritual ink, you are afraid that if I understand the principle, you will lose something.

Room for lazy explanation.

"So, even if there is a little junior sister who feeds the precious spiritual ink, you will probably delay it until the end before handing over this spiritual ink. What? I am afraid today. I am really afraid that I have a little ink spirit outside, and you

Competing for a position? Until I just handed over Lingmo, you were still making lies and testing me. From the looks of it, the female fairy is not stupid at all."

Miaosi's little face changed, and her tone of voice when she spoke became slightly weaker:

"What a mess... I think I understand this fairy girl, but in fact I don't understand it at all, huh."

Behind the closet door, she retorted and rolled her eyes:

"The most self-righteous person, bar none."

Ouyang Rong smiled and said nothing.

Miaosi suddenly asked:

"So have you ever raised a little Mo Jing outside?"

"you guess."

"I guess I must have raised it."

"Then just raise it."

"What does it mean to be raised? My guess is that I am not raised."

"Wrong guess."

"..."

Miao Si was suspicious and disbelieving, muttering, becoming more and more suspicious:

"You often bring things back to us from outside recently, including pastries. You are so generous. It seems that you are happy. I haven't heard any good news from the Jiangzhou government and Xunyang Grottoes. It's not like that.

If you get promoted and make a fortune, apart from women, I really can't think of anything else that would make you show your emotions like this."

Ouyang Rong sighed: "You know me so well, it seems I really can't keep you here."

Miaosi had a straight face: "Sometimes I really want to bite you."

Ouyang Rong ignored it and returned to the desk.

Today is a double harvest, two pieces of good news in succession.

First, he received a new blessing unexpectedly, and secondly, the new spiritual ink was in place, and he could make another red and black talisman as a back-up.

The red and black talisman in front was made into talisman water by him, mixed with the authentic copy of Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields", and swallowed it together, just like Li Dalang swallowed the relics of Master Yuan.

,in case.

Ouyang Rong came back to his senses and turned his attention to the talisman-making materials on the table.

He had torn out three pages from the back of the withered yellow booklet that recorded the "Zhen Gao", the secret knowledge of the Shang Qing Dynasty. After careful thinking, Xiao Mo concluded that this was the best talisman paper.

Two of the first two red and black talismans were used, but now the third one is in use.

Ouyang Rong picked up the withered yellow booklet and weighed it. He still had a stack of them, so he didn't have to worry about using them up for the time being.

Mainly the spiritual ink produced by Mo Jing is too rare, which limits the number of red and black talismans.

Ouyang Rong glanced at the blood-red ink in the golden bowl that was about to hit the bottom.

He reached out and took it, and continued to draw talismans.

About half an hour later.

Ouyang Rong leaned back and let out a long breath.

Immediately, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth and he looked at his palm.

A brand new talisman with red characters and black background was lying quietly in his hand.

After carefully drying the ink, Ouyang Rong put away the red and black talismans, tidied them up, stood up and left the study.

Before leaving, he looked back at the desk where he made the talisman.

Ouyang Rong suddenly remembered the comment made by Senior Yu during the day.

Spirituality, understanding.

Thinking about it carefully, he has learned a lot of things after being in this world for so long. Like making talismans now, he also explored and taught himself, and he mastered it very quickly.

He seems to be able to adapt very quickly to many things in unfamiliar fields, and he is in line with the evaluation of spirituality and high understanding.

Ouyang Rong didn't think much of it before, mainly because he kept moving forward without stopping. Others around him, such as the junior sister, Yan Liulang, Li Xian and others, regarded him as the mainstay and almost omnipotent, so for him,

This kind of ability seems to be a matter of course.

Now I am suddenly being commented by an old senior who is not familiar with me. If I think about it carefully, it is very objective.

When Ouyang Rong was lost in thought, he returned to the master bedroom.

Ye Weilai was sorting clothes beside the bed.

Now with her help, Ouyang Rong no longer has to hide some of the clothes he brought back from the quiet courtyard. Even Ye Weilai can help him deal with them and cover them up. Usually when he goes out, Ye Weilai will give them to him thoughtfully.

Tuck in two sets of clothes to prevent borrowing Yuan Huaimin's again.

Ye Weilai stood up to greet him.

As soon as Ouyang Rong sat down, he heard some good news:

"Tan Lang, Madam Zhen seems to have secretly tasted a piece of the pastry you brought back last night."

Ouyang Rong said with a smile: "Why do you do it quietly? Can't you eat it openly?"

Ye Weilai smiled and pursed her lips.

"It's not like you don't know, Tanlang, that the eldest lady loves face most, but she should also be curious about the kind of woman Tanlang takes so much trouble to bring home."

She tilted her head and said, "If Aunt Zhen knew that she was the former child bride, I don't know what she would think."

Ouyang Rong didn't answer and asked softly:

"I've tasted the pastries, haven't you guessed it yet? Xiu Niang worked as a cook in Longcheng Meiluyuan for a while, and I remember she also made pastries at that time."

Ye Weilai shook her head:

"Ms. Zhen doesn't like sweet things very much. She may have believed what the slave family explained in public before, and she thinks that all these sweet-scented osmanthus pastries have the same taste."

Ouyang Rong remained silent and touched the head of the white-haired girl who was assisting.

Ye Weilai tilted her head, put her warm cheek against Ouyang Rong's palm, and opened her lips:

"Tan Lang is very smart, and his ideas and methods are correct. We must not wait until the birthday ceremony to let Madam Zhen and Miss Xie know about Xiu Niang's existence. It is best to know each other's existence before the birthday ceremony.

And by default...

"As for taking him home on the day of the birthday ceremony, it is a symbolic ceremony, for other outsiders to see, and to give him an upright status..."

"Um."

Ouyang Rong pinched her cheek and said:

"Go to bed early. Don't read and write tonight. Just rest."

"good……"

Hearing the word "turn over and write", Ye Weilai didn't know what she thought of. Her face turned red and she ran to get Ouyang Rong some clean clothes.

The two ponytails tied into double temples on the back of the head are bouncing around, making people unable to resist grabbing them.

…

Early the next morning.

Ouyang Rong went out from Huaiye Lane and did not immediately go to Xunyang Grottoes to meet the female historian.

He first went to Prince Xunyang's Mansion.

I specially brought a box of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes made by Xiu Niang.

After arriving at the palace, Ouyang Rong went straight to Xie Lingjiang and left Baoer's boudoir.

He didn't go to see Li Xian, his wife and Li Dalang, otherwise they would be so enthusiastic about letting him stay for dinner that it would be difficult to escape.

Moreover, the two parties were already very familiar with each other. Ouyang Rong did not need to meet with King Xunyang when he came to the palace like other Jiangzhou officials.
To be continued...