Ouyang Rong coughed.

I remembered the golden blessings containing peach-colored filaments.

He could not say bluntly that it was inferred from blessings, and it was vaguely implied that this tripod sword was related to a woman, right?

Ouyang Rong said to everyone with a serious look:

"It's better to try to be a woman. This tripod sword should be suitable for women. It's a bit inconsistent with men. In addition, now the saints like to use women, Caishou, you and Weilai are suitable for ages, and now they have a great future for refining Qi."

It makes sense.

Everyone nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice.

The political correctness of the Great Zhou Dynasty is that women are better than men.

The empress of the dynasty also valued female officials.

A very simple truth, if a woman is not as good as a man, then why is Wei Zhao the empress of the ages and sent a group of real men in the court?

Ouyang Rong sighed that this saint would not say anything else, but in the field of women's liberation, she was really the first person in this era. If she was a big age, it would be even better if she had fewer faces.

"Prince, Young Master Ouyang."

Qin Ying's voice came from outside.

Everyone in the main tent turned to look at the door, Qin Ying and Qin Yanqing appeared.

Behind them, outside the main tent, there was a middle-aged female official standing far away.

It's Miaozhen.

Ouyang Rong walked first: "What's the matter?"

Qin Ying smiled:

"It's getting late, so let's take a step first. When the Miaozhen Girl Shi and Baihu Guard are sent back to Xunyang City, Brother Yanqing and I will return to the Central Army camp to report. Ah Weng is still waiting for us to go back. If there is anything in the future, you and the prince can send a letter to Ah Weng, or if you have any words now, you can write a letter to us and bring it back."

Ouyang Rong and Li Xian looked at each other.

Qin Ying saw that the young man in Confucian clothes turned his head calmly and said warmly:

"Okay, no need to write a letter. Thank you for yourselves. Ah Weng, you can send a message to say... Like Duke Hu, the old general Qin and Duke Hu's mansion will always be the door gods of the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No matter who has the New Year, they will post it, and so will the royal mansion."

When Qin Yanqing heard this, he glanced at Ouyang Rong and Li Xian for two more times.

When the Xunyang King looked at him with kindness, Qin Yanqing lowered his head again and said, "Don't look at him inappropriately."

Li Guer's eyes flashed, and he looked at Ouyang Lianghan, and his clear eyes lingered on the face of the young man in Confucian shirt who had explained it perfectly.

Some words cannot be conveyed in letters.

It's not just because of the unique subtlety of scholars.

Qin Ying murmured in a low voice, as if she had recorded it.

Compared to the silent Qin Yanqing, she was careless and waved her hand:

"No problem, Mr. Ouyang don't worry. Before New Year's Eve this year, no matter where you are, I guarantee to send a stack of door god couplets to you and the prince. They were all drawn by Aweng. Aweng doesn't draw much every year, but I am responsible for laying paper, inkstones and inks, so I can take it with you."

She smiled at Ouyang Rong and everyone in the main tent and said:

"Last time Ah Weng learned that you had posted the door god couplet he gave to his home in Huaiye Lane. He was proud for a long time. He brags to me that even the recognized Wenhua Bachelor of Luoyang and the Confucian gentleman Ouyang Lianghan pasted his chunky calligraphy at his doorstep. It was really hard to find outside. Hehe, Ah Weng is sometimes like an old child."

Ouyang Rong smiled and said, "Ha, okay. I'll give you a gift."

"Um!"

Qin Yanqing was about to refuse politely, and glanced at Qin Ying, who agreed with a smile, took back his words, continued to remain silent, and followed her cousin.

Ouyang Rong went out to see someone off.

Logically speaking, Rong Zhen also wants to go and explain to his colleague Miao Zhen.

However, Ouyang Rong looked around and found no figure of the female Lord Shi following him.

Looking back, Rong Zhen was still staying on the main account and sat with her aunt, Weilai and others.

But just before leaving the door, he clearly remembered that Rong Zhen got up and followed... Has he gone back halfway through the back?

After one stick of incense.

Ouyang Rong stood alone by the official road, watching the Xuanwu Camp and the two large troops of the White Tiger Guard left, and dust rolled.

Qin Ying rode on a white horse and followed the last side of the team. She was the last one to evacuate. She was muttering a little:

"Young Master Ouyang, you want to follow the prince to Luoyang, right?

"I grew up in Luoyang and I met many friends there, including the noble Yanei of the Northern Ya who was in the Nanqu of Pingkangfang and the silver saddle and white horse; there were young Wuling who was drunk every night and spent a lot of money on Wuling; there were also some sisters I met when I was practicing vegetarian food at Yuzhen Temple in Zhongnan Mountain...

"By the way, there are also ladies from high-ranking officials and powerful families living in Jishanfang. However, their small circle loves to hold poetry meetings in Shanglinyuan, and they want to use Xue Tao's paper to help them use the invitation paper. What kind of museum style is there? Anyway, I don't invite me every time, but where is your name? Ouyang Lianghan, the youngest bachelor in Xiuwenguan... Hehe, if they know that I am so familiar with you, I really have to invite me now."

Ouyang Rong listened quietly and said "hmm" from time to time.

Finally, the large army was on the way, and Qin Ying had to keep up, and she looked back reluctantly:

"Please go back by Mr. Ouyang. I have a lot to say, but Brother Yanqing is in a hurry and will give it another letter."

"Take care of yourself."

"Take care, Ouyang Lianghan!"

Saw Qin Ying away, Ouyang Rong returned.

I was alone and passed by the empty Left Bank camp.

He looked down and saw that Asakusa, who had lost her ankles by the river, disappeared and was eaten up by hundreds of soldiers' horses.

Looking around, it's empty.

Ouyang Rong lifted up his clothes, rowed across the river, passed the turbulence, and returned to the main tent.

Except for Pei Shisanniang who was waiting at the door, no one was seen in the tent.

"Young Master, please come with me and everyone will have a meal in the forest."

Pei Shisanniang took the way, and Ouyang Rong came to an open-air place in the forest. A stream flowed through it and could cross it in half a step. Small tables were placed on both sides of the stream, with main seats and guest seats.

He looked around and everyone had already taken their seats.

"Tanlang, everyone is waiting for you. Come and sit here."

Li Dalang jumped up and pulled Ouyang Rong into his seat.

He sat down, Li Xian looked around and saw everyone reunited safely. He was as happy as a child.

"Okay, okay, everyone is here, there are quite a few."

The prince was obviously a person with a temperament. Everyone was already familiar with him and laughed.

Li Lian was in high spirits, and he drank several cups in a row, his face flushed, and he couldn't help but cover his mouth and cough.

Wei Mei patted his back and glanced:

"Everyone said to drink less, and after the last drink, I still think that I am like Tanlang, Dalang is just like a young man?"

Li Xian smiled awkwardly.

After Ouyang Rong sat down, he looked at the time of the seat.

Li Xian's family naturally sat in the head seat.

Ouyang Rong was pulled over by Li Dalang and sat between him and Li Buer. Li Dalang enthusiastically poured wine for Ouyang Rong and Li Buer.

Secondly, it is Zhen Shuyuan's guest seat, close to the main seat.

However, the closest person to the master is Rong Zhen. She was standing by Zhen Shuyuan, sandwiched between Zhen Shuyuan and Li Xian and his wife. After all, the female Lord Shi has the identity of a Zhenxian Princess.

The upper head is the side with a more respectable position, and the left hand side is mostly pointed.

Xie Lingjiang sat on Zhen Shuyuan's right hand, which was the lower head, while Ye Weilai sat on Xie Lingjiang's lower head.

In the past, she would sit close to Zhen Shuyuan, but when Xie Lingjiang came, she had to move back.

However, Ye Weilai didn't say anything, and took the initiative to help Xie Lingjiang and Zhen Shuyuan arrange the dishes and chopsticks, and even got up and walked over to set off Rong Zhen.

Looking around from Ouyang Rong's perspective.

Zhen Shuyuan's left side is Rong Zhen, and the junior sister is on the right side.

You don’t need to guess that these are probably seats arranged by Wang Caozhi.

This kid knows exactly who is the sister on the field.
Chapter completed!