Ouyang Rong noticed that the female Master Shi in front of him suddenly moved much faster.

She is so short that even Ouyang Rong can't keep up with her when walking at a normal pace.

"Why is Rong Nvshi in such a hurry to go to the toilet? Why is she running?" he was curious.

"You just ran away. I'm just thirsty. There's a water room ahead."

Rong Zhen was upset and didn't look back.

Ouyang Rong nodded: "That's it. I saw that Ms. Shi's ears were red. She thought she was in a hurry."

"Oh, I'm ashamed of you, and I don't bother to listen to you say these vulgar words again. It's really insulting to gentle people."

"Vulgar? Is it an insult to gentleness? Well, where is it vulgar and where is it insulting?" Ouyang Rong was puzzled.

"You like purple, don't you?"

"No, it's not a dirty thing to like purple."

The cold girl in royal attire in front of me, who was said to be thirsty, suddenly stopped at the door of the water room and said without looking back:

"I'm asking you, do you like purple and do you like purple clothes?"

"Well, that's right."

"What do you mean, be honest, don't you like this?"

"Yes... right." He thought for a moment and still insisted: "Purple clothes are indeed as good-looking as red clothes. Which man doesn't like them? I am no exception."

Rong Zhen ignored his excuse and scorned, snorting coldly, as if he was unhappy:

"You like purple clothes, don't think that I don't know your thoughts."

"Allowing women to be close friends is also a good thing."

"Don't be ashamed, you have the nerve to say it."

Ouyang Rong casually patted the dust on the cuffs of his crimson official uniform and asked curiously: "Why are you so embarrassed to say it?"

Rong Zhen turned around and looked directly at him.

Yi Yi's cold words went straight to the core of the problem:

"In this dynasty, those who can wear purple at will must be noble girls, wealthy sons or prominent people, such as Princess Anhui and the little princess of Xunyang Palace.

"Ouyang Lianghan, you come from a poor family, so you are used to wearing plain clothes, and purple clothes just symbolize this kind of nobility. Don't you like it? Like many poor people in the Zhou Dynasty, you like to talk about noble girls, even if you talk

You won't admit it, but your preference for color betrays your little thoughts in disguise.

"Okay, I will treat you as honest, and you really have no subjective awareness. But now that you have said it, you can't deny it outright, right?

"Ouyang Lianghan, you have to look straight into your heart. This is not something you are embarrassed to show to others. Who in the world doesn't like noble girls? Marrying girls with five surnames, which is popular among the people, is not a manifestation of this. Of course, if you are interested in yourself,

It would be better if you are obedient and submissive, and you can still remain strong-willed, which is what a man who calls himself a man should do."

At this point, she changed the topic again:

"So Ouyang Lianghan, are you quite proud of this in your heart? As a humble scholar, you have been able to win over a noble lady from a noble family who is wearing red and purple clothes... Tsk tsk, although I am a humble scholar.

Woman, I feel comfortable thinking about you."

"Forehead……"

Ouyang Rong found that this female historian seemed to be a bit talkative today, like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube, spitting out so many words in one breath, with one theory after another.

It seems that the female historian can also publish a book.

Before he could react or open his mouth to argue, Rong Zhen suddenly looked away as she stared at him. She sneered and asked:

"Humph, I have to point out your little thoughts and be speechless before you honestly admit it, right? You are really naughty. Otherwise, Ouyang Lianghan, or else I will go back to Beijing, in front of the saint

I’ll help you to ask for merit, then I’ll do something difficult, I’ll give you a few nice words that go against my principles, and let the saint grant you a marriage. I’ll marry you to a princess or something, what do you think?”

As he spoke, Rong Zhen looked away, showing a disgusted face, as if he didn't like him but was reluctant to help.

Ouyang Rong fell silent.

The atmosphere between the two was somewhat dead.

Rong Zhen waited for a while and squinted at him,

"I have a question for you." He urged impatiently.

Ouyang Rong spoke cautiously:

"Master Female Historian, is it possible that... the prime minister of the political affairs hall of this dynasty also wears purple? Is it possible that a humble scholar of this dynasty can enter the political affairs hall and sit alongside his rich son? Is it possible that compared to marrying a noble daughter and living a soft life,

Men in the Zhou Dynasty generally admire this kind of achievements, being promoted to generals and prime ministers, and being awarded purple by the king?"

Rong Zhen:……

Awkward.

As soon as these words came out, there was only a feeling of awkwardness in the air between the two.

"Deputy Supervisor Song."

At this time, the voices of some female officials calling respectfully came from not far away.

The two of them turned around and saw an old woman with white eyes wearing a jet black gold-woven palace dress, walking towards the water room.

"Senior Song."

Rong Zhen immediately went to greet him with a serious face.

It's like what just happened didn't happen.

The arrival of Aunt Song saved the embarrassment between the two of them.

Ouyang Rong Ziruo took out a string of red sandalwood beads that he had prepared earlier from his sleeve, put his palm through it, followed Rong Zhen, walked forward and said hello.

"Deputy Supervisor Song."

Aunt Song looked at Rong Zhen, then at Ouyang Rong, and asked:

"Have you two finished talking?"

Rong Zhen turned around and asked immediately: "Does Bachelor Ouyang have anything else to do?"

Ouyang Rong:......

Grandma Song seemed to have something serious to do, so she went to the side to discuss something with Rong Zhen.

Xie Lingjiang visited the Xunyang Grottoes and came back to meet his senior brother.

The two rested for a while and prepared to leave.

Rong Zhen came back again and sent Ouyang Rong to the door.

On the way, Rong Zhen and Xie Lingjiang had no conflicting words. Maybe it was the words Ouyang Rong explained to the junior sister on the carriage back last time that had an effect.

Ouyang Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before parting, the two had a brief conversation again, which made him a little frightened and almost opened the champagne half-time.

"This hairpin from Rong Nu Shi is quite nice, it shouldn't be cheap."

"Don't you know, Miss Xie, whether it's cheap or not?" Rong Zhen asked back.

Xie Lingjiang chuckled and touched the mandarin duck jade hairpin on his head:

"I don't know. It seems that it has a price but no market. However, it's just other people's taste, so it's just so-so."

Rong Zhen nodded in agreement: "Indeed, it's just other people's taste, and I can't appreciate anything good."

Xie Lingjiang glanced at the hairpin on Rongzhen's temples that became popular after Li Bao'er brought him the goods, smiled slightly, and nodded indifferently.

There was a smile on her face, a hint of understanding and kindness.

Rong Zhen didn't smile, he kept his straight face, curled up the corners of his lips, turned around and left.

…

Until they left Xunyang Grottoes, neither Ouyang Rong nor Xie Lingjiang saw Wang Caozhi.

I don't know what this kid is up to.

Not to mention, Ouyang Rong was a little uncomfortable without the "good brother-in-law" who howled like a wolf when he went to the Xunyang Grottoes construction site.

"Senior Brother's search for Rong Zhen this time is related to the news brought by Fellow Daoist Lu yesterday?"

"Absolutely." Ouyang Rong said concisely and concisely: "Actually, it has something to do with Yun Meng Ling. From Rong Nu Shi, I at least learned about Huisheng."

In the carriage, Xie Lingjiang looked thoughtful.

Ouyang Rong opened the curtain and the carriage was slowly driving into the west city gate.

Ouyang Rong returned to Xunyangfang first and went to the Jiangzhou lobby. Xie Lingjiang followed him.

Sure enough, he caught Yuan Huaimin stealing fish, Ouyang Rong pinched him and whipped him.

Xie Lingjiang couldn't help laughing when he saw Yuan Huaimin's expression of resentment and bitterness as he was eaten to death by his senior brother.

"Mingfu, thank you, Miss."

As soon as the two walked out of the lobby, Yan Liulang came up to him. He first greeted Xie Lingjiang and then turned to report the news to Ouyang Rong:
To be continued...