After hearing Ouyang Rong's reminder, the little girl in Confucian attire jumped up from the pillow.
She put her hands behind her back, walked around on the bed like a little adult, and then sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her short legs, resting her chin on her hands, and stayed alone for a while.
Miao Si suddenly complained:
"However, that person named Yuan, although he has great literary talent, is stingy. He usually writes poems and lyrics and so on. He does it secretly. I don't know why. He acts like a thief. Is it to prevent my fairy lady from stealing something?
?Hmph, so rude."
Ouyang Rong couldn't help laughing.
However, Shao Qing also showed a thoughtful look on his face...
Early the next morning.
Ouyang Rong first sent Miaosi to Prince Xunyang's Mansion.
The little ink spirit turned into a broken ink stick, which he stuffed into his sleeve and carried out, walking through the streets and alleys, and finally delivered it to Xie Lingjiang's boudoir.
Ouyang Rong planned to pick her back up in a few days.
Anyway, he has already made a red and black talisman as a guarantee, so he doesn't need her help for the time being.
Let's let this little ink master help the junior sister to break through the book first.
Regarding Ouyang Rong's rebellion and abandonment, Miaosi expressed strong protest and deep condemnation.
But when Ouyang Rong shook Qingfeng's sleeves and said that he would have as many Han Lei Mo sticks as he wanted at the palace and his junior sister's place, the little girl in Confucian attire quickly changed her face and smiled happily.
Compared to a certain poor and upright official, Miao Si's food at Xie Lingjiang's place was very nutritious and trustworthy.
After all, the junior sister herself is very persuasive.
Ouyang Rong nodded.
After leaving the palace, Ouyang Rong first called Liulang and asked him if there was any movement about Xuezhongzhu and the group of Yue girls.
Ouyang Rong had trouble sleeping and eating if he didn't find them or was sure they were out of the city.
Yan Liulang came to report, but in the end, of course, there was no news, and everything was calm at A Qing's side in Longcheng.
In the main hall, Ouyang Rong squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then slowly turned his head to look at the empty seat belonging to a certain Jiangzhou Sima.
A quarter of an hour later, Ouyang Rong got ready and went out again. He left the Jiangzhou lobby and went to Xingzifang.
Ouyang Rong once again came to the ruins of the old courtyard.
This hospital is in ruins, with neither people nor things.
Ouyang Rong wandered around the ruins, then turned to go to a temple called Chengtian Temple not far from here in a busy city.
In a side courtyard, he found Yuan Huaimin who had "asked for leave due to illness."
Last time in the old courtyard, Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen were right. Sima Yuanda did live near this courtyard.
"Uh, brother Huaimin, why are you sitting so high?"
"Obviously, enjoy the view."
"Why don't you go out of the city to enjoy the scenery?"
"No money, but I have a beautiful view in my courtyard."
"It seems that he is indeed seriously ill."
Ouyang Rong, who was standing at the door, chuckled and walked into the courtyard.
I saw that Yuan Huaimin did not stay quietly in the house, but climbed up a rockery in the pond in the courtyard. He looked into the distance with a stubble on his face.
Yuan Huaimin had several volumes of miscellaneous books in his hands, a pot of rice wine, and a bag of cakes wrapped in a handkerchief on his knees.
Ouyang Rong glanced at it, his expression as usual.
I knew this old boy was lazy and asked for leave.
A few days ago, under his supervision, Yuan Huaimin worked diligently to improve his salary. He must have secretly calculated it over the past two days and found that this month's salary was enough, so he immediately asked for leave and wasted no opportunity to ask for leave.
Seeing Ouyang Rong walking into the courtyard freely, he climbed up to look far away, with a face full of boos. Yuan Huaimin put down the wine bottle and sighed sadly:
"Brother Lianghan, why are you here?"
"Brother Huaimin asks for leave frequently. Well, isn't it because he is worried that the real guest will die in a foreign country? He came here to check on him, just in case, so that it can be convenient for collecting the body."
Ouyang Rong said seriously while rolling up his sleeves, quickly climbed up the rockery, walked to Yuan Huaimin and sat down.
"It's rare that Brother Lianghan takes such good care of you..."
When Yuan Huaimin heard this, his expression suddenly changed, but his speed was not slowed down at all, and he put away the bag of mung bean cake before Ouyang Rong came up.
At the same time, he lifted the wine pot and shook it. There was still a little rice wine in it, but he didn't hide it.
The corners of Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched slightly when he noticed his friend's little move with his peripheral vision.
If the guess is correct, this packet of mung bean cake was made by Ye Weilai himself. It was given to Yuan Huaimin when he went to the Huaiye Lane mansion to have a meal a few days ago.
Ouyang Rong pretended not to see it. After sitting down, he picked up the basic miscellaneous books Yuan Huaimin had and flipped through them. At the same time, his eyes followed Yuan Huaimin's gaze and looked at the lake in the distance.
"Brother Huaimin, what are you looking at?"
"nothing."
"There is no such thing as running around in a daze." Ouyang Rong nodded: "Well, he has the demeanor of a great poet."
Yuan Huaimin immediately smiled bitterly: "A great poet who can't write a poem in half a year?"
Ouyang Rong shook his head: "This is called accumulation but little success. If you don't make a sound, it will be a blockbuster."
Yuan Huaimin couldn't help but look at Ouyang Rong. After a while, he showed an embarrassed expression:
"Brother Lianghan still understands me."
Ouyang Rong suddenly pointed his index finger at a large lake in the distance outside the courtyard and asked;
"What kind of lake is this? It's a bit big."
The lake in front of us is located in Chengtian Temple, not far from the courtyard where Yuan Huaimin lived.
In other words, most of the wings and main halls of Chengtian Temple were built around this lake.
I saw that the water surface of this lake is calm, and the sparkling lake light reflected in the sun is like the scales of a giant dragon, which is really beautiful.
Especially in the center of the lake, there seems to be a raised stone foundation, and there happens to be a pavilion located in the middle of the lake.
"The lake is called Xingzi." Yuan Huaimin explained: "Speaking of which, the name of Xingzifang also comes from it."
"Oh? There's still this thing."
Yuan Huaimin said as follows:
"I heard from the locals that in ancient times, a star fell from the sky and hit this place, creating a crater. As a result, the lake was formed over time. In ancient times, the people of Xunyang lived by the water, gradually forming the current bustling city.
"Well, this must have happened a long time ago. According to local chronicles, in a certain dynasty, the 'Xingzi Stone' in the center of the lake was mined and sent to the capital as an auspicious gift. This is the old almanac.
"I don't know if there are any Xingzi stones in the lake at the moment, but this lake has become one of the ten scenic spots in Xunyang. Speaking of which, this Chengtian Temple can be regarded as located in the center of the old city of Xingzifang. It has a long history.
It’s full of the style of ancient temples in the south of the Yangtze River.”
Yuan Huaimin nodded and praised.
Ouyang Rong smiled and said:
"Brother Huaimin only pays so little for rent, but he can still rent such a good place with a lake and a view. It's really good."
After being exposed, Yuan Huaimin looked a little embarrassed.
There must be a reason why the rent in Chengtian Temple is so cheap. If they had spare money, who would live here and squeeze in with the bald donkeys?
But just brag and brag about yourself. Taking pleasure in hardship is also a kind of open-minded and cheerful ability, isn't it?
He was thick-skinned, quickly calmed down, and drank with his head raised leisurely.
"Brother Lianghan, do you want a bite?"
Ouyang Rong extended his hand unceremoniously, and Yuan Huaimin immediately grimaced:
"It's only one o'clock. I asked you politely just now, doesn't Brother Lianghan not drink this much?"
Ouyang Rong, who couldn't help but drink a thousand cups, ignored him, grabbed the wine bottle, took a sip, and then handed it back to him.
But the words in his mouth were not forgiving at all:
"When I first came in, I thought Yuan Sima was nostalgic for his friends Li Zhengyan, Du Shuqing and the others."
Yuan Huaimin paused while lifting the wine flask with his palm.
Under Ouyang Rong's gaze, he sighed:
"That's not the case. Everyone has his or her own destiny. I don't care about things over there."
"Oh? Yuan Sima also heard about it?"
"Well, the young monks who were preparing meals in the Zhaiyuan this morning were all talking about it. I heard that the battle on the front line seems to be unfavorable to Kuang Fu's army, and Hongzhou City was not defended."
Ouyang Rong looked calm, and Long Xiu touched a copy of the latest information in his sleeve.
Later, he would go to the medical office to meet a certain cold-hearted girl in palace attire. He sent the recent Xunyang intelligence report and the frontline battle report for the conquest of the army for Rong Zhen to browse.
The good news coming from the front recently is that Qin Jingqin has captured the city of Hongzhou, Cai Qin, King Teng and other defeated armies have retreated and evacuated the territory of Hongzhou, joining Li Zhengyan who is heading north to reunite with his army.
And according to this morning’s intelligence report, Qin Heng seems to have made a lot of contributions as a vanguard of the former army...
Ouyang Rong shook his head towards Yuan Huaimin and said directly:
"Old General Qin is a famous general in the world. It is only a matter of time before he captures Hongzhou City. There is nothing surprising. The real decisive battle is yet to come. When Li Zhengyan's main force arrives, unless there is a decisive battle between the main forces of both sides, this battle will not be stopped for the time being.
.
"However, now that Hongzhou City as the bridgehead has been lost, Li Zhengyan will be in big trouble."
Yuan Huaimin couldn't help but look at him twice:
"Brother Lianghan is so reassured about General Qin... Well, yes, I remember that when Old General Qin was in the city, he didn't even give him the honor of being the governor. No one saw him, but later he only met Liang Han specifically.
You, come and have dinner together.
"It seems that we had a very happy conversation at that time. No wonder Brother Lianghan doesn't seem to ask or worry too much about the front line in Jiangzhou Hall recently. Instead, he just immerses himself in dealing with the Donglin Giant Buddha."
Ouyang Rong was noncommittal and asked:
"Didn't Brother Huaimin say that he wanted to write a poem that would be famous all over the world? How is the progress recently? I write in a notebook every day. Do you have any inspiration?"
Yuan Huaimin looked confused and asked drunkenly: "Is there such a thing? Where did Brother Lianghan hear about it?"
Where did you hear this? The last time you were eating in Huaiye Lane, you said it to yourself, patting your chest in front of your aunt, Wei Lai and other little girls.
Ouyang Rong twitched the corner of his mouth, not wanting to pay much attention to this guy who was pretending to be confused.
Yuan Huaimin raised his head and took a sip of wine, wiped his beard and mouth, and said:
"Brother Lianghan, I used to be very arrogant. In the words of my friends, I relied on my talents and was arrogant, and was not as sophisticated as my enemies."
"Then what."
"Then I received a severe beating from God."
"Reasonable."
He suddenly said:
"In fact, Xunyang City is quite good. Although it is not as prosperous as Chang'an, it does not have the impetuousness and hustle and bustle. It can make people calm down and think about many things."
"Excuse."
"The truth."
"Then I've issued an order to you to pack your things and return to Beijing. Will you come back?"
"Back!"
"That's fine then."
"It's different. It's like my hometown. I feel uncomfortable if I don't go back after being away for a long time. It doesn't matter whether I am promoted or demoted. I quite like my current life in Xunyang. I can do what I like."
"for example?"
“For example, I have always wanted to collect and sort out the poems I have read or written. I used to just think about it, but now I have a lot of time to do it.
"Another example is drawing a picture of Dongmei, or writing a book about thatched cottage, briefly talking about some of the unique garden landscapes seen in Xunyang. There seemed to be no such book on the market before...
"For example, I studied the Buddhism of the Lotus Pure Land Sect. When I was in Chang'an, I was obsessed with Zen Buddhism. Now I find that the Lotus Sect also has merits. Last month I had a chat with the eminent monk Shandao Dahui. He is indeed an eminent monk who protects the country..."
Yuan Huaimin was verbose, but Ouyang Rong listened silently and did not rush him.
After a while, the sun was rising. Ouyang Rong looked at his friend who was talking too much, and said goodbye first.
Yuan Huaimin looked at the departing figure of this handsome man and sat alone for a while. After a while, he sighed slightly.
He touched a certain yellow booklet in his arms, then took out the mung bean cake bag again, twisted one up and prepared to throw it into his mouth.
The next moment, a figure came back from below. Yuan Huaimin felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him, and soon his hands were empty, and the cake was gone.
Yuan Huaimin looked down in confusion.
"I forgot to have breakfast this morning. Thank you Brother Huaimin for the wine and cakes."
Someone waved his hand and left, seemingly chewing something in his mouth, vaguely.
"..." Yuan Huaimin.
Half an hour later, Ouyang Rong came to the medical office with the latest information.
The door was ajar, so he pushed it open and walked into the ward.
Rong Zhen was nowhere to be seen on the bed in the back room.
He turned around and took a look.
I saw a cold and cold girl in palace clothes standing by the window sill, bathing in the golden morning sun, seeming to be recovering from illness and boredom. She was holding a kettle in her hand, watering a pot of unknown white chrysanthemums.
"Ms. Shi, can you get out of bed?"
Ouyang Rong walked over curiously.
Rong Zhen turned around, his long and narrow eyes with lower eyelashes looked at him with a starry gaze.
Only then did Ouyang Rong see that she had a new pair of crutches in her hand, but it seemed she still had difficulty moving.
Rong Zhen glanced at him, then at the door, frowning slightly.
It seemed that he was a little dissatisfied with Ouyang Rong's behavior of entering the house without knocking respectfully.
Ouyang Rongzhuangruo didn't notice and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of support:
"Ms. Shi, be careful."
Rong Zhen had a cold face and said nothing. He waved his hand calmly, motioning for him to get out of the way, and then walked to the table in the center of the room with his crutches.
When Ouyang Rong saw this, he took out an information report and went to greet him.
At this moment, Rong Zhen's embroidered shoes suddenly tripped and his body leaned forward.
Ouyang Rong subconsciously stretched out his hand, and then seemed to realize something. His hand movement suddenly slowed down for half a beat, and even retracted, causing the beauty to not fall into his arms in a bloody manner, but...
With a sound of "Ah", her upper body hit Ouyang Rong's right thigh, and she subconsciously grabbed it.
Rong Zhen's entire posture was like bending down to hug his thigh.
Moreover, looking down from Ouyang Rong's perspective, he could faintly see the thin string of the bellyband on the back of Rong Zhen's neck that was blocked by the collar of the palace dress.
It was the purple bellyband that had turned a little white after washing, but he actually put it back on... someone thought quietly.
At this moment, the posture between the two of them was really weird.
A man and a woman, one standing and one kneeling, the latter still holding the former's thigh.