Chapter 87
The second floor of Yunshui Pavilion.

Two figures with steady steps came down from upstairs one after another.

“Brother Su…”

“Brother Yan…”

The two meet.

Yan Liulang noticed that the dark circles under the eyes of this young master of the Su family were a little heavier.

Su Dalang found that the head catcher in blue no longer held the knife with both hands, but held the knife loosely with one hand.

The two went to find a chair by the window and sat down together in a tacit understanding.

They all turned their heads and looked at each other silently for a while.

They all let out a long breath.

They didn’t speak or smile. After looking at each other tacitly, they all looked away and turned their heads to look at the scenery outside the window.

Everything goes without saying.

After a while, someone was the first to react.

Su Dalang looked around in doubt:
“Hey, brother Lianghan, why haven’t you come down yet?”

“I do not know.”

Yan Liulang, who shook his head, paused and asked curiously:
“Didn’t the Ming Mansion only order for a quarter of an hour? Our half an hour is ready, so shouldn’t the Ming Mansion be waiting for us down there?”

“…”

“…”

As soon as these words came out, Su Dalang and Yan Liulang fell silent.

Are they… coming down too fast?
Su Dalang looked envious:
“I took a look before, and the tea artisan who entered Brother Lianghan’s room is prettier than ours.”

Yan Liulang sighed:

“I didn’t expect that Mingfu could add clocks for free… I persuaded him to choose the same one as us before. Brother Su, what do you say I am talking too much, I am too ignorant.”

The two sighed and reflected for a while before Ouyang Rong took Liu Ashan down the stairs.

“You guys are pretty fast.”

Ouyang Rong glanced at the two people waiting by the window, and said something casually.

It’s just that I didn’t expect that Su Dalang and Yan Liulang’s faces collapsed, and they dared not speak.

Not paying much attention to the complicated eyes cast by the two of them, Ouyang Rong turned and walked towards the stairs, and he said:
“Well, I won’t mutter anymore now. Can I go?”

Su and Yan laughed and followed.

But what Ouyang Rong didn’t know was that the eyes of those who followed him looked at his back with more and more admiration…

In fact, Ouyang Rong was just chatting with Ah Shan in the private room, and also instructing the tea artist named Cui Er to make tea, so he wasted a little more time.

That Gaoguan tea master was stupid, but in hindsight, he was quite studious.

Obviously when it was time to leave, she insisted on staying and studying for a while. In the end, she timidly asked Ouyang Rong for his contact information, saying that she wanted to pass on a letter in the future, to be a disciple, and to ask the young master about the tea ceremony… …

Ouyang Rong directly declined, he didn’t even have enough time to teach Wei Lai, so he still wanted to prostitute him for nothing?no way.

Pass the first floor of Yunshui Pavilion.

The one-armed youth and the Persian businessman had disappeared.

Ouyang Rong and the others naturally didn’t know what was going on, so they left Yunshui Pavilion and went back separately.

……

Sending the honest and honest Su Dalang back to the Su residence, and politely rejecting Uncle Su’s warm hospitality, Ouyang Rong left with a guilty conscience.

Go back to Meilu Garden.

The courtyard, which was originally quiet and quiet, immediately became lively.

Like a match, the young county magistrate immediately set the house on fire.

Zhen Shi, Wei Lai, Ban Xi and the other maids all became active around him.

Wei Lai obediently served him tea and clothes.

Mrs. Zhen came over and asked softly, “Why did Tanlang come back so late, have you eaten yet?”

Ouyang Rong nodded, “I ate outside with Liulang and Ah Shan.”

Zhen’s expression was a little disappointed.

When Ouyang Rong saw it, he didn’t say anything, but he still sat with Mrs. Luo Qun for a while.

Speaking of which, he was thinking about disaster relief and water control all day long, and he often ran outside, so he really didn’t spend much time with this aunt.

In fact, Ouyang Rong has never admitted one thing in his heart:

He somewhat avoided Zhen’s family affection and care, it was still an old problem, and he was afraid of being fettered.

Ouyang Rong briefly talked about his business trip to Peng Langdu in the afternoon, but of course he said it pickily, he couldn’t say everything.

The corner of the mouth of the woman in Luo Qun was bent with a light mole, her chin was propped up, her face was doting and focused, her eyes fell on his face, and she responded humbly.

The whole Ouyang Rong was a little suspicious that she wasn’t listening at all.

After finishing speaking, he casually praised Yunshui Pavilion’s special dishes.

After gathering for a while, seeing that it was getting late, Ouyang Rong said goodbye to Mrs. Zhen and went back to the house.

It’s just that the speaker is unintentional, but the listener is interested.

In the empty hall, Zhen looked at her nephew’s back with a smile and left, slowly put away the smile on her face, turned her head and said:
“Half thin.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Did you hear the food in Yunshui Pavilion that Da Lang praised just now?”

“The servant heard it.”

“I’ll make a trip tomorrow to find out if I can invite the cook.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

……

Meilu Garden is a large courtyard with five entrances.

The small pavilion in the deepest part of the courtyard is where Ouyang Rong and his maid Wei Lai live.

It’s the second quarter of Haizheng, and the night is as cool as water.

Only one house in the pavilion was lit.

As usual, Ouyang Rong, who had just bathed, was wearing clean underwear, sitting at the desk, reading before going to bed.

On the other side of the room, behind a landscape painting screen on the inner side, there is a petite figure with silver hair tied up in the style of double-haired temples, cleaning up the dirty clothes on the wooden rack next to the bathtub.

Wei Lai’s silver hair was a little wet, and she was wearing a moon-white plain nightgown. Although she was often bullied in Meilu Garden these days, she was not lacking in nutrition.

She is of exotic blood, although she is only a young girl, but she also grows faster, a little taller than oriental girls of the same age.

Right now, she was wearing a well-proportioned nightdress, which was very close-fitting.

The silver-haired girl still has a little scale…

It seems that because of what happened at the dinner table during the day, Wei Lai was occasionally a little distracted.

From time to time, she quietly turned her head and glanced at someone at the desk who was concentrating on reading.

He rarely looked at her when he was reading and writing… Wei Lai was also a little used to it, and continued to go back to clean up the dirty clothes.

Beside the steaming tub, a silver-haired girl barely taller than the tub held a bamboo basket, stood on tiptoe, and put Ouyang Rong’s changed clothes into the basket one by one.

At a certain moment, she grabbed a piece of underwear that he had changed in her hand, and the silver-haired girl quietly buried her small face in it, and sniffed it secretly, it was the familiar scent of her master.

Judging by the proficiency of her movements, she is obviously a habitual offender, but this time, she suddenly raised her head, with a little doubt and panic on her face, hurriedly grabbed the other clothes in the basket, buried her face and sniffed…

After a while, the silver-haired girl slowly raised her small head from a man’s robe, and her expression was completely flustered.

On the master’s clothes… there is the scent of a strange woman!
This robe was newly changed by the master when he returned to the study after delivering the meal to Miss Xie at noon… Didn’t the master just tell the eldest lady that he just went to have dinner with his colleagues at night… Why did he get so close to other women…

As if thinking of something, the silver-haired girl turned pale.

Then she hurriedly stuffed the clothes back into the basket, and didn’t have much thought to tidy them up carefully,…

Late at night, Ouyang Rong finished his book and was about to go to bed.

On the bed, there are two quilts on one side and one side.

Ouyang Rong rubbed his eyes and went to bed, fell asleep in the innermost bed, and said good night.

Wei Lai answered absent-mindedly, she buried her face and stood by the bed, raised her hand to untie the knot in her hair, and her silver hair spread to her waist like a wave of snow.

The silver-haired girl walked over to turn off the lights, then kicked off her shoes and went to bed, sleeping in the outermost bed.

Maybe it was because he was too tired today, this time Ouyang Rong didn’t touch the girl’s silver hair in the quilt next to him before going to bed.

The little girl became more and more silent, curled up in the quilt.

In the darkness, Ouyang Rong quickly fell asleep.

The room was dark and quiet, except for the man’s orderly breathing.

At a certain moment, the two quilts in the darkness squirmed one after another…

Ouyang Rong fell into a dream quite quickly today, and the only thing he found a little strange in a daze… dreamed that he fell into the deep sea and was surrounded by a surprisingly sticky octopus.

Hey, why did this octopus stretch out a soft and cold tentacles to his waist, and put Cthulhu on it… Wait, something is wrong!

The next second, someone suddenly became alert and woke up from the pillow.

Ouyang Rong supported his upper body with his left arm, and the quilt slipped down. He looked down and was stunned:

There is a white hair in the bed.

It is indeed white hair, and this soft and bright white hair can be seen in the dark.

“You… what are you doing?”

The little white-haired girl hugged Ouyang Rong’s waist tightly, buried her small face in his chest, and hugged his back tightly with her small hands… She sniffed, made a crying sound, and murmured foolishly:

“Master… slave… slave wants to sleep with you!”

“…”

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Chapter 87
Manager Shang’s playful voice came, followed by Zhao Feng’s slightly embarrassed laughter.

“I really can’t hide anything from my godfather.”

Zhao Feng’s tone was flattering, as if he had found the feeling of being a young eunuch again when he was young.

“Feng’er, you are now the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and you must behave in a certain way in front of others and behind the scenes.”

Being reminded like this, Zhao Fengcai coughed dryly: “Well, I’m used to it, I’m used to it.”

Zhao Feng didn’t care much about this and was still smiling.

He was very kind in front of others, but now he had no temper at all when facing Mr. Shang.

Manager Shang frowned at his appearance, shook his head and sighed: “If you could be stricter in front of others, how much trouble could you save?”

“Maintaining dignity can deter those with evil intentions. Don’t you think it’s troublesome every time you deal with them?”

As Manager Shang said, he picked up another chess piece and continued to study the chess record in his hand.

“Haier has other opinions on this.”

Zhao Feng laid out the chessboard and looked at the dazzling array of black and white pieces on it, unable to arouse much interest.

“It’s better to deal with those with evil intentions as soon as possible.”

“It would be nice if the palace could be cleaner, and the children can also relieve their boredom. It would be worthwhile to be a little tired.”

Zhao Feng grinned, a child-like mischief appeared on his wrinkled face.

The current head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs is an old man with a young heart.

Manager Shang shook his head secretly and made no further comments.

Even though his godson smiles every day, he is crueler than himself.

Otherwise, with so many godsons, how could it be Zhao Feng’s turn to take the throne?

As many smiles as there were on Zhao Feng’s face, there were as many calculations in his heart.

When he was young, he was nicknamed “Smiling Tiger”.

There is also the widely circulated saying “Zhao Feng smiles, life or death is unpredictable”.

Zhao Feng then suppressed his smile and continued: “The child has some questions to ask his godfather for advice.”

Manager Shang directly raised the chess record in his hand, covered his face, and said: “I told you back then, since you have become the manager, you have to handle these things yourself.”

“Whether you can do it or not, I don’t care.”

“Whether you can hold on to this position or not, it’s your own fate!”

Manager Shang ruthlessly rejected his godson.

Zhao Feng immediately took down the chess record and explained: “Oh, don’t worry, I am doing a good job as the general manager.”

“You don’t even have that little trust in me.”

Zhao Feng muttered dissatisfiedly.

The relationship between these two people is different from that of most adopted fathers and sons in the palace. They really have a bit of a father-son relationship.

The tone of both of them was very casual. Even though they were both in high positions, the conversation was definitely not a trivial matter, but it was as relaxed and comfortable as a casual chat.

“The relationship between Manager Shang and Zhao Feng is quite good. I don’t know what they have experienced over the years.”

Li Xuan thought of Deng Weixian and his godfather. If the relationship between the two was to be so strong, I’m afraid it was still a long way off.

At this time, Zhao Fenglue pondered for a moment and continued: “Recently, the hearts of the people in the palace have been unstable, the situation is strange, and there are many forces secretly wrestling with each other.”

Upon hearing this, Manager Shang slapped Zhao Feng’s hand away and picked up the chess book again.

“This is the business of the Minister of Internal Affairs!”

“Do you think I brought you up here as a sign of auspiciousness?”

But the next moment, Zhao Feng took off the chess records from Manager Shang’s hand again and said with a serious face: “Godfather, I think they seem to be plotting against Your Majesty!”

Manager Shang did not slap his hand away this time, but narrowed his eyes and asked, “Are you serious?”

“If you don’t have confidence, how dare you disturb your godfather?” Zhao Feng replied.

Manager Shang finally showed a serious look, and then asked: “To what extent?”

“It’s just a few insignificant chess pieces, but looking at the situation, it can’t be compared to the past.”

“The previous turmoil over the establishment of a reserve bank was just the beginning.”

“Although the civil service system was designed to be defeated for a while, it has not been damaged yet.”

“The noble side has taken advantage of the situation and seems to be about to rise, but it is just the next prey.”

“Someone is secretly stirring up the troubled waters and disrupting the court.” “This matter has gone beyond the scope of the harem, and the child doesn’t know what to do.”

Zhao Feng seemed to be asking Manager Shang for his opinion, but from his expression and tone, it was not difficult to tell that he had already made a decision.

Manager Shang put down the chess book completely and rubbed his brows.

“I knew this kid would have no good intentions when he came to me.”

Being used to living a leisurely life, Mr. Shang sincerely hates this kind of intrigue.

But when you are in the palace, you can’t help yourself.

“How sure are you?”

“That depends on His Majesty’s determination.”

Zhao Feng replied, but slowly clenched his right fist.

Manager Shang knew that his godson was sure of victory.

“I will report this matter to Your Majesty, but I am not sure how Your Majesty will do it or to what extent.”

“But please remember, no matter what His Majesty asks, you must satisfy it and do not do anything without permission.”

Zhao Feng immediately smiled, patted his chest and said, “Godfather, can you still not believe me?”

“If it weren’t for you, would I need to use this extra sentence?”

Manager Shang said angrily.

How many years have they been father and son? Who could hide it from the other?
Zhao Feng laughed twice and said no more.

“In that case, the child is waiting for news about his godfather.”

Zhao Feng said that he was about to stand up and leave, but was stopped by Manager Shang.

“What’s the rush? Help me put this chessboard away.”

After hearing this, Zhao Fengcai sat down obediently again and slowly helped collect the chess pieces on the chessboard.

Manager Shang collected the chess pieces and said:
“You should do as little trouble as possible.”

“Just take these extra chess pieces and don’t bother with the chessboard.”

“If you want to have a happy death in the future, you have to work harder now.”

“My godfather can protect you for a while, but he can’t protect you forever.”

“Boss is not young anymore. It’s time to think about what’s behind him.”

Zhao Feng, however, didn’t take it seriously. He picked up the chess pieces one by one and said, “Based on my child’s cultivation, I’m afraid I’ll be the same as you by then. What else are you afraid of?”

“You child!”

Manager Shang frowned fiercely.

Even though they both look like they are in their twilight years, in Manager Shang’s heart, Zhao Feng is still the same kid he was back then.

Although the two are not related by blood, they share the same affection as father and son.

Especially in this deep palace and forbidden garden, this feeling is even more rare.

Manager Shang was able to spend his old age with such peace of mind, and his godson was indispensable.

Otherwise, who would dare to give away the power they have obtained so easily.

Otherwise, who would allow a more worthy head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs than himself?

“Everything in trouble is born out of profit; if you don’t seek profit, where will the disaster come from?”

Manager Shang finally gave him some earnest advice.

But Zhao Feng still insisted on going his own way.

“Godfather, it’s not me who wants to torment, it’s them who want to torment me.”

Zhao Feng looked at Manager Shang seriously and showed his unyielding attitude.

Who would have thought that Manager Shang, who hates iron for not being able to become steel, added another sentence:
“I didn’t mean you!”

Zhao Feng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

I saw him clearing away all the chess pieces on the chessboard in a few strokes, and said with a smile: “The godfather still loves the child.”

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