"Sixty kilograms turned into eighty kilograms, Tan Lang is not at a loss."

"..."

Ouyang Rong, who was originally a little melancholy after parting, was immediately amused. He suddenly raised his upper body, lifted the quilt next to him, and rubbed his furry silver-haired little head vigorously. He was very speechless:

"The rice you eat doesn't count, right?"

In the darkness, the little girl seemed to tilt her head and was stunned for a moment.

She raised her little hand, as if she was going to wipe her eyes with the back of her hand, but stopped midway through, scratching her little nose randomly, lowered her head and said "Oh", and said no more.

Ouyang Rong took back his hand, hesitated, and said seriously:

"You are growing older, so you should eat more. One hundred pounds is normal."

"Okay." Ye Weilai raised her little face and couldn't help but puff up her little chest and asked: "When I'm a hundred pounds, how do I tell Tan Lang? Can I write a letter to you?"

Ouyang Rong lay down again, closed his eyes and said, "You can grow up first and then talk about it."

Ye Weilai also lay down, staring at the ceiling with her blue eyes for a while. She suddenly reached into the neckline of her nightgown, took out a hanging thing from her arms, lightly twisted it with two fingers, put it to her lips and took a bite.

There is a slight "clucking" sound of metal teeth grinding.

The little girl has good teeth.

Ouyang Rong turned his head warily, leaned back slightly, and said with a disgusted expression:

"What are you doing?"

Ye Weilai stupidly handed out two copper plates and asked in a low voice: "Do you want them?"

Ouyang Rong misheard a word, and a black line appeared on his forehead: "I won't bite it, it's too dirty, take it away."

She also misheard a word, and heard him say the word "dirty" angrily. The little girl's shoulders trembled.

Ouyang Rong immediately reacted quickly and his voice softened:

"I'm saying I won't bite it, it's not that I don't want it. I want it, but keep letting it go to you and keep it for me."

"Okay, okay!"

Ye Weilai nodded hurriedly and stuffed the two copper plates tied with red threads back into her chest. These were the "running heads" that Ouyang Rong gave her at the beginning, and she had a running head again.

"sleep."

"good."

The two lay down to sleep again.

But after a while, Ouyang Rong, who proposed to "sleep", suddenly said:

"Would you feel better if I took you all the way there?"

The little girl was stunned, "Huh?"

Ouyang Rong was silent for a moment and calmly repeated:

"I mean, I'm asking for leave to take you back to Nanlong, but I just want to keep you safe on the way. When we get there, I'll put on the incense sticks and turn around and leave.

"It shouldn't be so sad to say goodbye like this, so can you stop crying?"

Ye Weilai shook her head and nodded again, not knowing what she was answering.

Finally, she buried her face deeply and stammered in her soft voice: "Okay... Tanlang... sleep... sleep."

There was no more sound in the house.

In the darkness, Ouyang Rong silently turned his head and glanced in the direction of the desk. There was a bronze mask there, which seemed to be useful...

The next day.

Ouyang Rong went to the county government office early in the morning as usual.

But today, the table in front of him was filled with stacks of envelopes.

Ouyang Rong sat upright, laid out paper, studied ink, and began to write.

The morning time flew by in a flash, and Ouyang Rong kept writing. During this period, he raised his head from time to time and glanced at the sunshine on the corridor outside the door. His lips wriggled slightly and he considered his words.

Near noon, he put down his brush and twisted his right wrist with his left palm.

"Ah Shan."

"Here, sir."

Ouyang Rong pushed a thick stack of neat envelopes to Liu Ashan and calmly ordered:

"Send them all."

Liu Ashan was stunned and nodded, "Okay, sir."

Take the letter and leave.

Ouyang Rong leaned on the back of the chair and took a long breath.

These letters are all sent to the original person's friends and teachers in the same year. As long as he remembers the name and address, he will send a letter to them.

After all, Ouyang Rong was born as a Jinshi. There were many connections between these literati, whether far or near, but it was not a bad thing to maintain the exchange of letters. I mentioned the Nanlong Ouyang family a little in the letter.

Maybe some of these people will become high-ranking officials in the future, and they will reach the rank of minister? Leave a trace of love, it is better than nothing.

As the family's only reading seed over the years, he can only do so much.

Watching Liu Ashan walk away, Ouyang Rong sat down silently and looked at the last blank piece of paper on the desk.

"I also have to leave a letter for my junior sister and teacher... This letter needs to be well written... What should I say? It's too disgusting."

Ouyang Rong murmured in a daze, lost his mind for a moment, and then resumed writing and writing.

But he was only halfway through writing when there was a rush of footsteps outside the county government hall.

I saw several officials rushing to the public case table in a hurry. The leader, Diao County Cheng, tripped his left foot and his right foot, fell violently, and fell to the ground. He had no time to get up, and hurriedly straightened his hat and reported:

"Ming Mansion, Ming Mansion, what's wrong, there are people from Luo Jing! There are also people from the palace, they seem to be Cai Shang, the female officer beside Her Majesty the Queen!"

Ouyang Rong's hand holding the pen paused, and the thick ink gathered into a small ink ball on the paper.

He slowly raised his face, looked outside the sunny door, frowned and whispered:

"Why are the people in the palace coming here when they have nothing to do?"
Chapter completed!