Ouyang Lianghan was demoted.

The news spread throughout Jiangzhou official circles.

The new Changshi was the former Sima Yuan Huaimin of Jiangzhou.

The two changed places.

One rises and one falls.

Anyone with a discerning eye in official circles can almost understand it at a glance.

Yuan Huaimin must have taken advantage of Ouyang Lianghan, and the court must punish Ouyang Lianghan for refusing to obey the imperial edict at Xunyang Wharf.

Being dismissed from the position of chief historian is already considered a relatively lenient punishment. Previously, many people in the court had speculated whether His Majesty would kill this minister in a fit of rage this time.

Now it seems that according to the rumors, Ouyang Lianghan's confession, which was tantamount to provoking a declaration of war against the Wei family, was stopped by King Xunyang on the spot, which saved him.

As for the vacancy in the position of Chang Shi, the former Jiangzhou Sima, as the nominal fourth-ranked official in Jiangzhou officialdom - the second and third were Biejia and Chang Shi respectively - were naturally substituted on a temporary basis.

In other words, Yuan Huaimin was promoted to the position of governor of Jiang this time because he did not do anything to attract the attention of His Majesty and the Heavenly Officials of the Ministry of Civil Affairs.

It's purely a matter of succession.

Since Ouyang Lianghan refuses to obey the imperial edict and does not cooperate with the Xingzifang statue, then let's change him to someone who is not in the way and has no objection.

The former Jiangzhou Sima Yuan Huaimin was acceptable to all parties, he was docile and obedient, and he was not a thorn in the side.

So this wave is really a pie-in-the-sky affair, with gods fighting and mortals getting opportunities... All the officials in the Jiangzhou lobby were envious of Mr. Yuan, who used to arrive late and leave early.

As for Yuan Huaimin himself.

A few days later, he was still a little confused.

"Ouyang Changshi, I go to the Supervisory Council every day to report to the female history officer Rong Zhen. She seems to have a bad temper. Could it be that the lower official bumped into those women on those days of the month... By the way

, does the Overwatch Council provide breakfast? I remember that every time you come back, I seem to be full. Is the food there so good?"

"I don't know, just ask them."

"How dare you do this? The female historian didn't mention it, didn't leave food for dinner, and even gave the subordinate a hundred courages to ask more questions..."

In the lobby of Jiangzhou, Yuan Huaimin followed behind Ouyang Rong, holding a small notebook in his hand, taking notes while asking questions humbly.

"By the way, Ouyang Changshi, how much money will our Jiangzhou expenditure budget for next month be? Should we let the governor's office draw a deposit first or submit it to the court officials for signature in advance..."

"First go to the governor's office, and then submit it to the Ministry of Personnel. Officials above the doctor's level are required to sign and stamp it. Be careful not to get the order wrong, otherwise it will be difficult to determine the responsibility if something goes wrong..."

"Okay, okay, Ouyang Changshi has considered it carefully, and I am very relieved. By the way, there is one more important thing. I looked through the "Da Zhou Code" and suddenly found one of the sentences: Officials are allowed to take a break for up to ten days...

...How about we make some adjustments and take two more days off each month and three days of rest to conserve our energy and recuperate. It makes sense after thinking about it..."

When he asked the last question,

Ouyang Rong suddenly turned around, lowered his eyes, and stared at him intently.

Yuan Huaimin immediately shut up.

Being stared at by my friends made me feel a little embarrassed.

The new chief minister shook his head like a rattle:

"Just kidding, cough cough, Ouyang Changshi, don't look at Xiaguan like that. Xiaguan thinks that once a month is quite good now. He is full of motivation and he is used to it. Hahaha, Ouyang Changshi, don't look at it..." He added

Shrinking his neck.

Ouyang Rong ignored him and stared at the poor Yuan Huaimin for a while. He said with a straight face:

"Now Mr. Yuan is the governor of Jiangzhou. Mr. Yuan has the final say. The lower officials dare not send Mr. Yuan. Go and do whatever Mr. Yuan wants to do. Let your hands go and do it. Don't worry about the lower officials. It's okay to be bold. Jiangzhou

The few broken pieces of wood in the lobby were dismantled and we started to work from home, even the lower officials didn’t have any objections.”

"How can this work! Youdao sticks to the rules, Xiao rules, Cao follows, and Ouyang Changshi is my good teacher and friend! The rules set before are very good. I feel that there is nothing to change, very good, everything is very good, and they will not change...

"

At this point, he covered his mouth with his guilty palm and begged quietly: "Brother Lianghan, stop looking at me like that."

However, the look Ouyang Rong cast was still a bit calm and scary. Yuan Huaimin looked around, and then he had an idea and found an excuse to "go to the Supervisory Yuan to find Rong Zhen's female history report" and ran away...

The Jiangzhou officials who passed by on the surrounding corridor from time to time had normal expressions on their faces, as if they were accustomed to this scene and were not surprised.

Watching the obscure governor of Xinjiang go away, Ouyang Rong shook his head.

Unlike Yuan Huaimin who was busy and had no time to spare, Jiangzhou Sima was indeed a popular official position for demotion, and he was really so busy that his balls ached.

It was early in the morning, and the Jiangzhou lobby was busy, but he went out leisurely and alone, and came to Xunyang Ferry to say goodbye to a friend.

"Ouyang Changshi, the Za family is very ashamed."

"Brother Hu, I am no longer a long history man. The current governor of Jiang is Brother Huaimin. Brother Hu, please don't make any mistakes again."

At Xunyang Ferry, Khufu shook his head on the shore below a large ship that was preparing to leave the ferry.

"No, in the eyes of the Za family, Chang Shi will always be Brother Ouyang."

Ouyang Rong was a little silent.

Khufu sighed softly and patted his shoulder:

"In all the years that the Zajia family has been in and out of the palace, I have never seen anyone who dares to defy an order in public and say 'no' to His Majesty. The most important thing is that he can continue to serve... For this alone, everyone in the world admires you."

After a pause, he looked at Ouyang Rong's face and said seriously:

"The Zajia family doesn't understand the Xunyang Grottoes, but they know the feeling of failure after putting in all the hard work. However, if you think about the best, you can keep the green hills and don't worry about running out of firewood.

"Ouyang Changshi, please remember that no one can stop your majesty from doing what she wants to do. You did your best to stop her, but it has become a lesson.

“But to reach this point is to live up to the people.

"There must be a reason why His Majesty did not transfer you away from Xunyang City. It may be that the Xunyang Palace is still in Jiangzhou..."

Khufu's final tone was somewhat meaningful.

Ouyang Rong nodded silently, and the two chatted for a few more words.

At this moment, a crisp pipa sound came from the pier.

Don't know where it came from, don't know where it's going.

Who is playing the piano?

I don't know.

But it made all the guests and hosts seeing him off at the pier stop and linger.

Hu Fu said in a daze: "I almost forgot. I heard someone said that a certain person in Xunyang Tower played the pipa very well. After staying in Xunyang for so long, I forgot to listen to it. Well... I don't know if this pipa sound belongs to her.

, I really want to meet him."

Ouyang Rong remained silent, turning his head to look at the ferry where the sound of pipa was echoing, his expression lost in thought.

Khufu wanted to speak, but suddenly blurted out:

"We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before when we meet!"

Ouyang Rong turned his head and looked at Khufu who was reciting poetry.

Khufu looked surprised at this time and said to Ouyang Rong and the bystanders:

"Hey, this wonderful sentence, I don't know why, it suddenly popped up in Zajia's mind, haha, what a sentence, Zajia is really poetic today, this sentence is probably comparable to that of many literary figures."

Ouyang Rong took a deep breath.

This is the pipa line that I recited in my previous life, but not in this life.

He immediately smiled and nodded.

Khufu was pleased with himself, and everyone was surprised when Ouyang Rong's right hand penetrated deeper and touched the head of the little ink master who was quietly helping.

Something almost happened just now.

After a while, the guards on the ship came to notify him, and Khufu boarded the ship and left, saying goodbye reluctantly.

"Ouyang Changshi, see you again if we are destined."

"Bon Voyage."

Although they were all middle envoys from Luoyang when they came, Lin Cheng now also serves as the right envoy to supervise Jiangnan Province and does not need to return to the palace for the time being. Khu Fu returned early.

After watching Khufu disappear, Ouyang Rong turned around and returned to the Jiangzhou lobby.

On the road, when there was no one around, wonderful ideas came out of his sleeves, he poked his nose with a finger, and looked at him:

"I am keeping an eye on you. Be careful and don't let your literary talent show off. If it hadn't been for my help and transferred it to the eunuch just now, you would have lost your poetry talent again."

Ouyang Rong nodded helplessly.

He went out today without Ali and others.

Ouyang Rong wore a felt hat and rode Dongmei through the market.

The day after the imperial edict of demotion came back, Ouyang Rong took off his official official uniform and returned to normal.

Jiangzhou Sima's job is very leisurely, and no one cares whether he wears official uniform or not.
To be continued...