Chapter 329 The beauty snatches away the lamp in anger
Ouyang Rong's minor cold became the top priority in the Huaiye Lane residence and Xunyang Prince's Mansion these two days.
Prince Xunyang’s Mansion sent imperial doctors and precious medicinal materials one after another.
I don’t know if it was Princess Wei Mei or the little princess who made the hot ginger soup.
Of course, on the surface, it was all sent in the name of King Xunyang Lixian, who was caring and assisting the subordinates who created the Buddha.
Ouyang Rong thought it was a minor illness.
But as soon as he returned to the mansion, Zhen Shuyuan, Ye Weila and other female relatives gathered around him to greet him and serve him attentively.
The entire family, nearly a hundred people, gathered around him.
An accidental sneeze can scare the maid so much that her heart trembles and she becomes anxious.
There was also a lady in a skirt who came up to her and kept saying "It's time for Tan Lang to take medicine", which made Ouyang Rong's head grow bigger.
Even when I returned to the Yinbingzhai courtyard at night, I couldn’t rest.
Zhen Shuyuan, who rarely disturbed Ouyang Rong's private space in the past, frequently came to the yard in the dark of night, brought warm clothes and quilts, looked around, and checked his living room in the back room.
The female family members in his family looked as cautious as if they were facing a powerful enemy, which made him feel helpless.
"Tan Lang, I went to the temple today to burn incense and pray for you."
Zhen Shuyuan walked in with a bowl of medicinal soup in her hand, followed by Ye Weilai and Ban Xi.
In front of the desk, Ouyang Rong temporarily put down his pen, closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows, then opened his eyes and took a look.
The white-haired girl at the back struggled to hold a plate of hot water with her slender body, and the Silla maid followed behind holding a ball of brown-leafed grass.
Ouyang Rong sat sideways and let Ye Weilai and the two half-slender girls take off his boots.
Wash your feet with hot water soaked in mugwort.
Zhen Shuyuan placed a bowl of dark, steaming medicinal soup on the table, Judo:
"Tanlang, it's time to drink medicine."
Ouyang Rong suddenly looked wary: "What is this? It must have been soaked in talisman water or incense burner ashes."
"It was the medicine prepared by Wanwan herself. It was said to be the secret secret recipe of their Xie family to ward off colds. Tan Lang tasted it."
"I won't taste it." Ouyang Rong shook his head resolutely: "I wasn't sick at first, but after being blinded by you, I might really be sick."
Zhen Shuyuan looked troubled: "Wanwan took the time to come here to deliver the medicine. I am so busy, will I live up to my good intentions?"
Ouyang Rong made some suggestions: "Just don't tell her."
"Elder brother, why don't you tell me?"
At this moment, the sound of the courtyard door opening was heard from outside, followed by Xie Ling Jiang Wanru's clear voice, with a curious tone.
"Wanwan is here?"
Zhen Shuyuan turned around in surprise, and Ouyang Rong's expression changed slightly.
Zhen Shuyuan stepped forward to welcome Xie Lingjiang into the house and led her in;
"It's not a big deal. The bowl of medicine you sent, Tanlang said..."
Zhen Shuyuan turned her head to speak, but suddenly choked on her words.
I saw that the medicine bowl in front of my beloved nephew Ouyang Rong was empty at the moment, and it was cleaner than someone's face.
Next to her, Ye Weilai and Banshen looked at Ouyang Rong in astonishment.
"Forehead……"
Xie Lingjiang was curious: "Aunt Zhen, what did Tan Lang say?"
Zhen Shuyuan: "Say..."
Ouyang Rong wiped his mouth and nodded seriously: "It tastes good."
Xie Lingjiang smiled happily, her pretty face looking a little embarrassed:
"As long as you don't feel the pain, it may not look very good when you take it for the first time, but I added two pieces of caramel. When I was a child, I was afraid of the pain after drinking this medicine, so my father gave me a piece of caramel to hold..."
Zhen Shuyuan and the other girls noticed that Tan Lang was surprisingly obedient.
After chatting with my junior sister for a while, I saw that it was late at night, and my junior sister and aunt were leaving one after another.
Only Ouyang Rong and Ye Weila were left in the study.
Ouyang Rong breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally left.
He took out the official documents and continued to deal with the unfinished business during the day, letting Ye Weilai go to bed first.
Recently, most of his energy has been focused on the construction of the Donglin Giant Buddha. The documents have accumulated a lot of matters related to the people's livelihood in Jiangzhou. By the way, there is also the dedication speech of Tomorrow Zhouxue Shi, which he has to prepare overnight...
Therefore, these days, Ouyang Rong did not deliberately ignore Yue Ziang and other scholars.
But he was really too busy to spare time to talk to them...
Unknowingly, Ouyang Rong stayed up until almost dawn, and the sky outside was dim and bright.
During this period, Ye Weilai, who got up at night, tried to persuade him to sleep several times, but he was perfunctory.
Ouyang Rong put down his pen and stretched.
He didn't notice that in the yard, there was a beautiful figure in red carrying a bowl of black hot mist medicinal soup. She slowly approached the study window with a cold face, and her slightly narrowed eyes stared at him with a dangerous light.
.
immediately……
As the saying goes, the beauty took away the lamp in anger and asked the man what time of day it was!
After some tossing, the study door opened. Xie Ling Jiang sternly snatched the lamp on the table and strode out.
Inside the dim door without the lamp, in front of the desk, a white-haired girl who had just crawled out of bed in a daze, wearing only a small green bellyband, lowered her head as if she had made a mistake, clasped her fingers, and stood there.
Ouyang Rong looked a little guilty. He raised his head and quickly drank the bitter medicine in the bowl. He touched Ye Weila's small face, which made him blame himself, and silently chased him out the door.
I don't know if it's because I'm not familiar with the way around the mansion or something else.
Xie Lingjiang didn't go very far before someone caught up with him easily.
Ouyang Rong didn't mention what happened just now, and calmly changed the topic:
"Wanwan forgot to add malt sugar, why is it a bit bitter?"
"Added..."
Xie Lingjiang immediately frowned and turned back, her expression hesitant to speak. Looking at Ouyang Rong's harmless expression, she suddenly snorted,
I don't want to answer someone who is telling lies.
Ouyang Rong blinked his eyes, stepped forward and took the beauty's hand, and walked towards the path directly ahead with the dawn and dusk in the background.
The wind in the early spring morning blows in the face, making people feel a little refreshed.
Ouyang Rong turned his head and said to Xie Lingjiang, who was slightly puffing his mouth as if he was angry:
"How about when this busy period is over, I will never stay up late again."
Xie Lingjiang was expressionless: "Elder brother said the same thing last time."
"Last time was last time, this time is this time, this time it will be."
"Humph." She turned away.
Immediately, the two walked in silence for a while.
Ouyang Rong felt his junior sister hold his hand a little tighter.
Ouyang Rong also pinched her.
Xie Lingjiang suddenly nodded seriously: "They are all talking nonsense."
"Ah, what?"
The sentence without beginning or end left Ouyang Rong a little confused.
Xie Lingjiang turned and looked at him:
"Those scholars who have nothing to do when they are full say that you have not written a memorial before, or have written a letter to please or support, because you are greedy for life and afraid of death."
She gritted her teeth: "They are all talking nonsense, senior brother, don't pay attention to them."
Ouyang Rong laughed: "Why does junior sister still care about this?"
"Isn't Senior Brother angry?"
"What's the use of being angry? Can't you do nothing if you're angry?"
Xie Ling Jiang's lips pursed into a red line, feeling the warmth of his palm, walked for a while, and said softly:
"I never asked, what is written in Senior Brother's memorial? Is it the same as what I thought before?"
"What are you thinking about?"
"It's like admonishing Princess Changle in the capital."
Ouyang Rong shook his head: "It can't solve the problem."
"So this time?"
"I calmly calculated an account with Her Majesty the Queen. How much would it cost to build the Songde Center of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the four Buddha statues in all directions? What is the annual tax revenue of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the four statues of the Buddha? Then I took the annual finance of Jiangzhou and made an example.
example……"
Xie Lingjiang listened blankly.
The sky before dawn is like a dark indigo-colored curtain as the background,
She vaguely saw the elder brother turning his head, his sickly face, thin and calm, seeming to be telling a simple matter:
"Compared to firmly opposing the center and the Buddha statue, and completely flattering the empress and supporting the construction of both,
"I chose to compromise.
“In that memorial, it was suggested to extend the time limit for the construction of the Great Zhou Songde Center and the Buddha statues in all directions, so as to give each state ample time to raise funds.
"There are also restrictions on the specifications of the two. For example, the Big Buddha does not have to be built on the ground. Thirty feet is too high..."
Xie Lingjiang felt particularly calm for some unknown reason, and silently listened to the calm statement of the sick Jiang Governor in front of him.
"In addition, on behalf of Jiangzhou Hall, I rejected His Majesty's 20,000 guan powder money and distributed it to Guizhou, which is relatively poor. It was a flattering suggestion. The four giant Buddhas should be carved according to His Majesty's appearance."
Xie Ling Jiang opened his eyes slightly.
As he spoke, Ouyang Rong himself laughed, turned around and asked with a smile:
"Isn't it not quite in line with the image of me in Wanwan's mind?"
Xie Lingjiang pondered: "No, I'm just a little surprised that senior brother is so...calm."
"You are a hypocrite."
Ouyang Rong laughed at himself and pointed at the northern sky:
"Your Majesty knows that building the Songde Center and the four Buddha statues will waste national resources and create many obstacles. However, for the emperor, dignity is sometimes more important than right and wrong.
"Between absolute obedience and firm opposition, if there is a voice that is both decent and pragmatic, she is more likely to compromise and adopt it. However, it also depends on whether the ministers below are passing the ladder beautifully.
Already."
Xie Lingjiang sighed softly: "No wonder Senior Brother settles for second best. This... is actually right."
Ouyang Rong took the lamp from Xie Lingjiang's other hand, and on the garden path covered with dawn dew, his lacquered eyes reflected an inextinguishable candle:
"But this does not mean that Lord Ji, Governor Li, and Yushi Wei are wrong. In a sense, they were so hard-headed that their heads were bruised and bloody. On the contrary, they helped me, who was compromised.
"Looking at it now, my memorial is of no use."
Xie Lingjiang waved his sleeves and answered in a decisive tone:
"But senior brother is definitely not greedy for life and afraid of death as Yue Ziang and others say. He should not be misunderstood in this way."
The young man with fox-white fur released his hand that was covered in the beauty's fragrance.
He held the lamp and moved forward.
"If I were in Dragon City, I would do the same thing as Lord Ji and Governor Li."
"Why has Senior Brother changed now?"
Ouyang Rong stopped while holding the lamp, turned around and said: "Because the Pure Land is fake, this place...is hell. I understand that I may never be able to turn it into a Pure Land in my lifetime."
Xie Lingjiang was stunned for a moment, "What should we do?"
Ouyang Rong smiled and said in a relaxed tone: "What else can I do? Let's just make do with it. How can we leave?"
Xie Lingjiang, who was deep in thought, couldn't help laughing when she saw her senior brother suddenly winking at her.
"Actually, it'll be fine if it gets better and better." He narrowed his eyes and said.
"Do you want it to get better and better?" Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but glance at the senior brother: "I always feel that the senior brother and the master are becoming more and more similar."
"Where does it look like?"
"Well, the same calmness and calmness, the same... it's hard to distinguish between right and wrong."
Ouyang Rong waved his hand: "Illusion. I don't even know Master, I've never met anyone."
Xie Lingjiang blinked: "But someone's gift has been sent to the master's study. By the way, who asked my father to send that gadget there for him?"
Ouyang Rong is as thick-skinned as a shield:
"Don't you hear that he also likes to settle accounts? I call it a friendship between gentlemen, no, it's called respecting the old and loving the young."
Xie Lingjiang chirped: "Humph, old fox, little fox."
Ouyang Rong suddenly pointed at the white sky in the east, "Okay, it's dawn, it's time to go back."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Xie Lingjiang looked at the back of someone running away holding a lamp, covered his mouth and shouted:
"Wait a minute, don't bother with official documents any more, go back and rest."
"Take a rest." Ouyang Rong waved his hand: "In the morning, there will be a Buddhist Buddhist memorial ceremony at the Temple of the Most Holy Master, so you have to go there in advance."
"Okay, wait for me." Xie Lingjiang caught up: "I'll go too."
…
In the carriage, Ouyang Rong lay on his little junior sister's round and tight thighs and dozed off for a while.
We arrived at the Temple of the Holy Master on the same street as Yunshui Pavilion.
The Temple of the Holy Master was newly built the year before last and is still brand new.
Now in early spring, before the start of the state school, there needs to be a celebration to pay homage to the most holy teacher.
Ouyang Rong and Wang Lengran, as local governors, are also in charge of the education of the state schools. They need to personally lead the elders and children, follow the etiquette, and worship the sages.
It's just that Wang Lengran "asked for leave due to illness" early and couldn't come. When the news came out, he was naturally laughed at privately by the scholars, but the former obviously didn't care.
The morning sunlight shines on the high raised eaves of the temple.
Ouyang Rong arrived in advance with his junior sister, Yan Liulang, and walked into the temple with a calm expression to meet with the officials in charge of state studies.
Some of the scholars who were coming in and out of the door looked stunned for a moment, turned back, rubbed their eyes, and looked at Ouyang Rong's back in surprise.
It seems that he did not expect that this low-key Chang Shi, who had been "avoiding" in the past, would come to the scene in person.
Scholars from the state ran around calling for help.
Soon, the news that Ouyang Lianghan, the governor of Jiangzhou, came to the abbot of Zhishengxianshi Temple to perform sacrifices, spread among the scholars in Jiangzhou.
The public opinion of Shilin in Xunyang City rose like the rising sun above our heads and heated up rapidly.
The state schools in each state were originally the base camp of scholars, and the debates in the past were even more intense. Yue Ziang was a frequent visitor in Jiangzhou state schools. He often made bold remarks and seemed to be an opinion leader.
Ouyang Rong did not know that a few days ago, Yue Ziang and other scholars had threatened to ask him to personally come forward and talk to the Jiangzhou scholars.
However, Yue Ziang, who said it, probably knew that it was a bit unrealistic.
After all, the Liuzhou tragedy had just happened, and the officials from all over the world were staying away from the excited scholars, and the imperial court was turning a blind eye.
But today, Ouyang Rong actually "responded" and came as promised.
The Temple of the Most Holy Master was crowded with Jiangzhou scholars, who all came to attend the opening ceremony, which they used to find boring.
The scholars did not seem to have expected that they would have such a great influence, so they clamored vigorously and became excited about it.
The sun gradually rises high in the sky.
When the sickly young man in a fox-white fur shawl walked up to the center of the square and erected a high platform for the statue of the saint, they began to applaud chaotically.
Ouyang Rong looked at the crowded crowd below and raised his eyelids, slightly surprised.
As usual, he began his memorial speech in a gentle tone.