Chapter 543: I have taken out the IOU, how should you respond? (Please vote for me!)
Xunyang Tower.
The lobby on the first floor is empty, but the lights are brightly lit. There is a river view outside the window. This building is particularly quiet tonight.
Rong Zhen stood in front of a white wall in the center of the hall, looking up at a framed Qi Jue poem hanging high on the wall.
"The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants, and the fragrant pistils are cold and the butterflies are hard to come... If I were the Qing Emperor in another year, I would repay peach blossoms... blooming in one place..."
She murmured with pink lips and stared at the sleeves for a while. The meaning of this sentence is easy to understand, and even Rong Zhen, who is not familiar with poetry, can immediately understand:
Once you become the Qing Emperor, the God of Spring, you must let the chrysanthemums and peach blossoms bloom in the great spring, so that the chrysanthemums that are originally bitter and cold in late autumn and ranked last can also enjoy the joy of having warm and fragrant pistils and being surrounded by bees and butterflies...
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"It's so heroic and bold. Is this the pattern and ambition..." In the hall, the girl in palace clothes spoke alone to the white wall and the new poem, and it was quiet for a while.
"He's awake."
Suddenly a clear and slightly cold female voice came from behind.
Rong Zhen turned around and saw a tall figure in a delicate and elegant skirt, standing at the entrance of the stairs leading upstairs.
It is said that Mrs. Xie, who may be engaged to Ouyang Lianghan, is the only daughter of his mentor, the great scholar Xie Xun.
This noble daughter, who was the 17th in the Xie clan of this generation in Chen County, was shouting to her from a distance.
The keen sense of smell unique to women told Rong Zhen that this noble lady of the Xie family might not welcome her.
Rong Zhen's expression did not change, and he had no intention of leaving in anger.
"Miss Xie, did you tell him?" She took the initiative to step forward and asked seriously.
Xie Lingjiang looked at her, turned around and walked upstairs, leaving behind only a tall figure with her head held high and her chest raised like a swan.
"Come with me."
Rong Zhen raised his feet and followed Xie Lingjiang upstairs.
Along the way, there was silence between the two women, one behind the other.
No one spoke first.
Until Rong Zhen, who was walking behind, took out a small orange-red sachet from his sleeve and tied it around his waist with a calm expression.
Xie Lingjiang's steps slowed down slightly as he walked ahead, then returned to the same pace without looking back.
There is a faint scent of osmanthus in the air.
Xie Lingjiang suddenly said:
"Elder brother is not a good drinker. He often asks him to drink less but refuses to listen. He slept all afternoon today. Although he is awake now, he still has a headache. It is an old problem brought from Longcheng. I just used to have it.
When I took office in Longcheng, I drowned once, and then I was injured and fell into coma once when I was treating floods. I bumped my head all the time..."
Rong Zhen raised his eyes slightly and looked at the back of the tall girl on the stairs in front of him who was suddenly chattering about some trivial things.
After listening to this girl Xie talk a lot, she turned back and told her calmly:
"So, Ms. Shi, please hurry up and finish explaining the matter. Let the senior brother rest. He has been worrying too much about the affairs of Xunyang City before. The period when he was transferred to Jiangzhou Sima should be the longest since I met the senior brother.
His most relaxed and calm state.
"Let me tell you this privately, maybe it's something that senior brother doesn't like to hear... Actually, I think it might not be too bad for him to take the post of Jiangzhou Sima and take a break."
Rong Zhen suddenly asked: "Miss Xie knows what I am here to do?"
Xie Lingjiang smiled and continued to walk up the stairs with his head slightly raised.
After a while, Rong Zhen heard her strange rhetorical question:
"Don't you need to guess? Everyone who comes to see Senior Brother is asking him to take action and do something to wipe their own ass.
"If nothing goes wrong, no one will think of him. When something goes wrong and the situation deteriorates, it would be better to think of him again and be the first to find him."
Rong Zhen was quiet for a while.
Suddenly asked:
"If I were the Qing Emperor in his lifetime, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms blooming everywhere... Was that poem on the wall written by him on the spot at the Chrysanthemum Poetry Festival in the morning?"
"Um."
"It's not his handwriting on the wall, and it doesn't have his style. It must have been copied by someone else."
"Well, the owner of Xunyang Tower loved this poem so much that he made a copy of it with the consent of the eldest brother and the organizer of the poem meeting, Her Royal Highness the Princess Princess... If he has the foresight, this Xunyang Tower can become several famous names in the south of the Yangtze River.
One of the buildings is not unreasonable."
Rong Zhen was about to speak but stopped.
Xie Lingjiang's faint words came:
"I like this poem. Senior brother sent me the manuscript. What's wrong?"
"nothing."
Rong Zhen turned his gaze away and asked casually:
"Why didn't he go back to Huaiye Lane? He was still staying in Xunyang Building."
"The female historian and the deputy superintendent had not yet ordered the city to be closed. I was planning to take my senior brother back to Huaiye Lane in the afternoon, but I was told that the whole city was under martial law. The owner of Xunyang Tower and Miss Qin, the steward of the Qing Dynasty, kept my senior brother in the building.
Let's rest for a night and wait for the city to be lifted. I don't know how long the female historian will close the city. The court has arranged it, so the common people like me can only suffer.
"Elder brother has not rested for a while in the afternoon, but the prince, the prince, General Qin, Yuan Changshi, and Yan Canjun all came to the door one by one to disturb his rest.
"It's good now, the female historian is here too."
Rong Zhen lowered his eyes and said:
"But he seems to have refused."
Xie Lingjiang didn't look back and asked softly:
"So Ms. Shi thinks she can convince him by taking action herself?"
Rong Zhen didn't know how long he was silent before he answered in five words:
"The people need him."
Xie Lingjiang corrected: "The premise is that you also need it."
Without waiting for Rong Zhen to say anything more, Xie Lingjiang led her to the Tianzihao box on the top floor, stopped and turned around:
"We're here, little lady, go get some tea. Senior brother needs a rest. Lady Shi only has time for a cup of tea. Please be considerate."
The girl in palace clothes stood there, slowly tilted her head, and watched Xie Lingjiang's figure disappear on the stairway.
This woman is a head taller than her.
I was walking all the way up the front stairs just now, always maintaining a big height difference when talking to her.
She didn't like it very much, especially his tone of understanding and concern for Ouyang Lianghan.
Rong Zhen glanced at the box door and knocked twice.
"Please come in."
Rong Zhen opened the door and found the sound of pipa echoing in the box.
Turning around, I saw two figures in the large box.
Miss Qin, a noblewoman holding a pipa, and a young man with downcast eyes listening to music with his chin propped up.
Rong Zhen walked over and sat down.
She softly took the initiative to talk about the current situation in the city, as well as what happened at the Xingzi Lake construction site in the morning, all in detail, including the progress of her and Aunt Song's investigation and the speculation on the suspects...
Ouyang Rong suddenly interrupted her:
"If you are not in your position, you will not seek to govern. Your Majesty, Brother Qin, and Brother Yuan have been here this afternoon. I should have told you when I got back.
"I have little talent and little knowledge. My only advantage is that I am honest and responsible. The King of Wei and the King of Liang think that I am getting in the way. Your Majesty has listened to the opinions of the two princes and will transfer me to Jiangzhou Sima. I understand that I will keep my position in this position.
"I am flattered that you can allow me to see you tonight. Please refrain from talking about state affairs except for personal friendship."
Ouyang Rong continued to drink tea and listen to the pipa.
Rong Zhen stared at the serious face of the man in front of him for a while, then suddenly nodded:
"I know this, so when I come this time, I won't talk about state affairs, and I won't force you to talk about anything else out of any righteousness."
Ouyang Rong nodded calmly, "That's good, thank you for your understanding..."
But who would have thought that Rong Zhen lowered his head, took out a sachet from his waist, put it on the table, and said something that made Ouyang Rong's eyelids jump:
"This morning, when you were composing a poem in Xunyang Tower, I was actually outside the building, planning to come in and ask you for a poem."
She nodded again, opened the sachet, took out an IOU, and said with a straight face:
"Originally, it seemed that your right hand was injured and it was inconvenient to compose poetry. I wasn't planning to ask you for it recently. But now it seems that you can compose poetry in the morning and you should be able to do it in the evening as well. The injury will not hinder you.
"When Miss Xie comes later, Ouyang Sima, please exchange the IOU and compose a poem."
Ouyang Rong's expression changed slightly: "What do you mean, Ms. Shi?"
"It's not interesting. I just like your song "Inscribed on Chrysanthemums" so much. It's so well written... I want you to write a song for me. Everyone loves talent."
"Then...then there's no need to do it in front of Junior Sister."
He looked helpless.
"I am happy, but if you don't do it, I won't leave tonight. What, you don't want her to know?"
Ouyang Rong was silenced for a moment, and his expression seemed to be tangled.
Rong Zhen turned his head and listened intently to the pipa music.
Waiting for his reply.
After a while, when Ouyang Rong looked hesitant, Rong Zhen suddenly spoke seriously:
"Ouyang Lianghan, we won't talk about state affairs this time, but as a matter of personal friendship, I would like to ask you to come out and help, okay? It's a personal relationship."
After speaking, she handed the IOU forward.
Ouyang Rong understood immediately and looked a little confused.
Rong Zhen saw him, looked around, quietly reached out his palm from under his sleeve, and quickly grabbed the IOU.
Then the young man listening to the music stood up and said solemnly:
"Only this time, and I have stated in advance that I will only come forward to handle the affairs of Xunyang City for these two days. After two days, I will be on the right track, and I will retire and continue my duties as a Sima. I will not stay any longer. Please allow Nu Shi and
Your Excellencies understand and let me go."
Rong Zhen nodded immediately: "Okay."
But she secretly thought in her heart that personal friendship is a personal promise, but how the court arranges it later is none of her business...
In short, let someone come out first and then talk.
Not long after, he sent Rong Zhen away for the time being and said goodbye to Miss Qin, the servant girl of the Qing Dynasty.
In the unmanned box, Ouyang Rong put away the IOU, his somewhat embarrassed expression disappeared, and was replaced by a calm expression.
He glanced at the small IOU, burned it in the candlelight, and muttered:
"Were you outside the building in the morning? It turns out that the blessings have come true here. The peach blossoms are so bad, I almost got caught."
After a while, he stood up, packed his things and walked out the door.
Xie Lingjiang was already waiting at the door, holding a stack of crimson official uniforms that had been prepared for a long time.
Ouyang Rong put on his official uniform and went downstairs.
Xie Lingjiang followed silently and asked softly: "She just went out, and she looked at me a little strangely. She seemed to be quite arrogant and proud... In addition to agreeing to go out as planned, did you promise her anything else?"
"
Ouyang Rong looked confused: "What did you promise? I don't understand."
Xie Lingjiang tilted his head, looked at him, and asked slowly: "You are teasing her like this today. Senior brother is really bad. He came to save the mess he caused, and he still let others beg us to save it. So. So.
...With such skill and proficiency, will Senior Brother also tease me?"
Ouyang Rong pretended not to hear, and changed the topic: "Junior sister, do you know what is the biggest lesson I learned this time?"
"What is it?"
"The weapon of criticism certainly cannot replace the weapon of criticism."
Xie Lingjiang looked thoughtful and serious: "I heard that the business woman is not dead. Senior Brother has been very restrained."
Ouyang Rong took a small ink ingot wrapped in the original manuscript of "Inscription on Chrysanthemums" from Xie Lingjiang, comforted it, and said softly: "The incense array reaching the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the city is covered with golden armor. Maybe it's too early.
Not yet, but if I were the Qing Emperor in his time, I would be able to look forward to retribution and peach blossoms blooming at the same time. In fact, I have been struggling with these two roads these days, one is radical and the other is slow. Of course the little guy likes the first one, but in the end he was
I persuaded and reluctantly agreed to the latter one, and I will no longer continue to scream injustice in my ears... Junior sister, I don’t know if I can wait until that day, but this tripod sword will definitely live longer than me. It may
I can wait until that day, wait for that group of people, wait for those things. Because it is called 'craftsman's work', the work of ordinary craftsmen, which originally implies the mythical power rising from the mortal world."
Xie Lingjiang looked at the tall figure in front of him with complex eyes: "So, is Senior Brother leaving a fire for future generations? This is the fire passed down by the real salary-bearers. The height of the sword techniques created has been far beyond
He is ahead of his time. Those legendary sword masters in history who are single-handedly are far behind. They have made meritorious deeds and made immortal words. Each sword master in the future generations will either encounter a craftsman or create a new one, no matter how aloof and arrogant he is in the world, or how evil and invincible he is.
If you want to know the name of Ouyang Lianghan, you must listen to Ouyang Lianghan's true meaning." The latter said nothing and strode out...
A short while later, on the street blocked by the curfew, a carriage making an exception was escorted by Rong Zhen, a dozen female officials and hundreds of black-armored soldiers, and drove quickly to Xingzifang... Along the way, officials and generals who learned the news
, all breathed a sigh of relief and cast trusting and hopeful glances at the carriage.
What everyone didn't know was that in this carriage that everyone was looking forward to solving the mess, Ouyang Rong sat down with his eyes down and reached out to touch the empty piano case under the chair. In the baggage placed with the piano case, the black dragon pill box was also empty.
, and at the same time, there is a precious red and black talisman missing from the baggage.
The empty sword box was secretly sent back by Yan Liulang and Chen Canjun from the west city gate during the poetry meeting in the morning... As for the red and black talismans and the Qi-tonifying elixir Mo Jiao, they had already gone to Huang Feihong's place, and at the same time, they also had the secret knowledge of Shangqing.
The corresponding formula of God’s order was also passed on to him...
That ink dragon is the top qi-tonifying elixir. This is what Ouyang Rong learned from Lu Ya and Li Dalang. It is best for the person who is being seduced to take a qi-reinforcing elixir, so that he can bear the trance.
The spiritual energy burden at the end... This time I was able to go all out and sweep across Lin Cheng and others with the cloth sword, and at the same time destroy the giant Buddha stained with the blood and sweat of the people, thanks to the surging spiritual energy provided by this ink dragon.
Therefore, of course he was going to the Xingzi Lake construction site, but there was a difference between going there on his own initiative and asking someone else to go there. The latter was easier to do, while the former was always under suspicion.
No, tonight I accidentally recovered a small IOU that could explode at any time... Ouyang Rong nodded with satisfaction.
"Here, Brother Huang, I said I would take you back...and that little guy, this time I let him kill him comfortably. He has been holding it in for so long..." He murmured to himself.
But this time there was something Ouyang Rong didn't expect. According to the guess Rong Zhen just revealed...
"Cauldron fire..."
He lowered his head and looked at his slender right palm, which was pale and bleeding and wrapped in a bandage.
"Legendary Sword Holder... Well, if you didn't tell me, I wouldn't have known that I was so powerful."