Chapter 597 Rong Zhen: Her Royal Highness the little princess is imitating me [7k two-in-one, please vote for me!]
"What, make the decision? What kind of decision? We ordinary people are the masters of our own destiny. We don't need others to make the decision. We are the masters of our own country. Shopkeeper Wang is not allowed to say such things in the future."
Ouyang Rong glanced at Wang Caozhi and ran into the pavilion. He started with the standard template of complaining and complaining. His expression remained unchanged and he said calmly.
Wang Caozhi:......
Ouyang Rong's bland reaction made the atmosphere of complaining and sorrow awkward for a while.
Wang Caozhi wiped his face vigorously, with a sad tone, and called again: "Brother-in-law."
Ouyang Rong looked away from the mountain forest where Rongrong had disappeared, turned his head, and looked at him carefully.
Wang Caozhi had just arrived from the construction site camp of Xunyang Grottoes, covered in dust.
It's a dusty mess in the literal sense.
On his body, the expensive brocade silk clothes in the past were replaced by a blue-gray soap suit made of wear-resistant fabric. He also wore a wide-brimmed felt hat of the same color on his head, which was covered with dust and mottled wet stains.
Wang Caozhi's originally round and small baby face was now flushed and tanned by the sun, and the hair held down under his hat looked like it had not been washed for several days and could be used for cooking rapeseed oil.
Especially now in front of Ouyang Rong, he still has a sad look on his face...
After seeing him for only a few days, Ouyang Rong felt that he already had a sense of familiarity with him as a weather-beaten, disheveled farmer.
There is no trace of his previous image as a smart, smooth and wealthy young man who went about business with a smile.
Ouyang Rong thought for a while and asked:
"You shouldn't have to move rocks to monitor the progress of the construction site, right?"
"Well, that's not necessary."
Ouyang Rong suddenly had a straight face:
"I let you stay here to coordinate the statue, but I didn't let you roll up your sleeves and do it yourself. Besides, there are so many people and it's not your turn. Why are you acting like this? Are you going to be miserable? Crying children have milk.
Drink, right?"
"Woo..." Wang Caozhi suddenly choked up twice, sounding like a pitiful, unwanted kitten in the rain, which was disgusting.
He raised his sleeve to wipe the corners of his wet eyes. Before wiping, he looked down and picked a relatively clean piece of cuff fabric.
"Brother-in-law, that's not the case. It's not that the crying child gets milk, it's the child who really cries."
Wang Caozhi burst into tears and said:
"Brother-in-law, you don't know that whenever something happens at the Shuangfengjian construction site these days, the female historian will ask me to handle it immediately. I have to do it in person, otherwise the female historian will not worry about it.
"I was required to travel with the ship to transport the stone materials and be responsible for unloading the goods at the dock; I was also required to personally escort the materials on the cliffs where the Buddha was carved, and I had to ride on a push cart along the way.
"I didn't stop at night, and sent people to wake me up three or four times a night. They said they were worried that the head of the Donglin Giant Buddha was wet and leaking. They asked me to take people to inspect the head of the Buddha with a torch in the cold wind in the middle of the night and replace the linoleum cloth.
A few more tung oil treatments...
Looking at the short young man in front of him, he expressed his bitterness.
Ouyang Rong waved his hand indifferently:
"It's okay. They're all trivial matters, not big things. I have something going on in the city recently, so I'll let you take care of it here on weekdays. It's better to be more attentive."
"Brother-in-law, this, this is no longer based on intentions, but on life. I think the female historian has taken my life accurately."
Wang Caozhi raised his hand and pointed at the light blue-purple swollen dark circles on his face caused by "sleeping for three days".
Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows slightly.
I patted his shoulder and comforted him casually:
"You can't be sloppy at all when it comes to the Giant Buddha, and you can't do anything about Xingzi Lake again. Understand, Rong Nushi didn't deliberately target you. The main reason is that I'm not here. I can only ask you to do these trivial matters. Otherwise, who else can I ask for?
"Others are not worried either, right? Doesn't this also mean that we don't treat you as an outsider?"
"But...but..." Wang Caozhi suddenly became excited.
Ouyang Rong said with a kind smile: "Don't be anxious, please speak slowly."
"But yesterday, the female historian took me and other shopkeepers to inspect the open-air grotto. There was limestone falling off from the top of the cave. Everyone was frightened and ran outside. The female historian used Qinggong to carry everyone out of the cave one by one. I was the last one!
"
Ouyang Rong:......
He nodded slightly.
"Well, this is indeed a bit inappropriate. It's a bit too much to look at Rong Nu Shi like this..." The next moment, Ouyang Rong changed his words with a serious face: "Is it possible that you are far away and saving people one by one? It's a matter of luck. Rong Nu Shi
What I know is definitely not the kind of person you think."
"Brother-in-law, why don't you believe me?" Wang Caozhi blushed and said with a pinched neck: "I was the closest to her at the time and shouted for help, but she didn't see me.
"Brother-in-law, do you think this can be luck? You might as well explain it by explaining her bad eyesight, and I'll feel better."
"Oh? Why do I have such bad eyesight? What are you talking about?"
The cold voice of a girl in palace attire came from behind.
As Ouyang Rong smiled, Rong Zhen walked into the pavilion, with his right hand spread out and a small pear wood box on the palm of his hand.
Holding the box in one hand, she passed by Wang Caozhi, who had his back to the pavilion.
Wang Caozhi turned his head and was startled like an antelope drinking water by the water when it was attacked by a lion.
Ouyang Rong's expression remained unchanged, his eyes quietly falling on the pear wood box in Rong Zhen's hand.
"Thank you for your hard work." He said hello in a calm tone.
Rong Zhen didn't look sideways, and when he passed by Wang Caozhi, he didn't even look at him.
She shook her head.
"It's not hard work. It's Shopkeeper Wang who's doing the hard work. It seems like I did something bad, and Shopkeeper Wang has been wronged."
Ouyang Rong saw that Wang Caozhi quickly lowered his head, put his hands together and wiped his face, then raised his head and smiled:
"Good morning, Female Historian. It's nothing to complain about. It's just the people below who are gossiping and trying to sow discord between us. Female Historian, please don't take it seriously..."
Not long ago, the demeanor of a deeply resentful woman complaining about her sorrows was gone. Those who didn't know it thought she had changed someone.
Ouyang Rong couldn't help but take a closer look at Wang Caozhi, who was very motivated in front of the female historian.
"oh."
Rong Zhen didn't look at him and replied lightly, focusing on Ouyang Rong:
"Awaited."
Ouyang Rong shook his head.
The two stood facing each other, no one moved.
Wang Caozhi looked east and west, looking back and forth at the expressions of Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen in a strange way, as if curious about why they suddenly became quiet.
Until Rong Zhen turned around and glanced at him expressionlessly.
"..."
The corners of Wang Caozhi's eyes twitched.
He folded his fists and resigned.
"Brother-in-law, Mr. Shi, please chat slowly. I'll wait for you outside."
Seeing Wang Caozhi exiting the pavilion, Rong Zhen withdrew his gaze and handed out the pear tree box.
Ouyang Rong took the box and didn't open it. He put it aside as if he didn't care, and chatted with Rong Zhen with his hands behind his back.
"What did you find? Rong Nu Shi can figure it out. Why are Li Zhengyan and the others looking for this article?"
Rong Zhen frowned, shook his head slightly, and said nothing.
Ouyang Rong turned his head and looked at the forest where Rong Zhen had just gone.
The sound of the piano began impromptuly, then faded away, and now it has disappeared.
Ouyang Rong shook it slightly and gestured to the pear wood box in his hand:
"Rong Nu Shi is no longer used, right? Then the official will transfer it to Yuan Chang Shi for Rong Nu Shi?"
Rong Zhen didn't know what he was thinking about, his eyes were a little lost in thought, and he nodded habitually.
"What else do you have to do, Ms. Shi? If you don't have anything to do, I'll leave first."
"Wait a minute, why don't you go see Senior Song and the others? Princess Anhui is also here today. It just so happens that you can go back together like last time."
"Forget it, I'm in a hurry, and besides..." Ouyang Rong spread an empty palm forward: "I didn't wear the Buddhist beads. When I met Deputy Supervisor Song, she said that I didn't abide by the etiquette and was careless.
His Majesty."
"That's okay... By the way, I will examine the prisoners at the state prison in Xunyangfang tomorrow afternoon... It's not far from your Sophora Leaf Alley."
Rong Zhen added a sentence for no reason, as if he was talking about what he had for lunch.
Ouyang Rong nodded: "Yeah."
He seemed to be worried, his eyes kept falling on the pear wood box, and he turned around to leave; Rong Zhen also turned around almost at the same time, also wanting to leave.
Ouyang Rong paused, turned around, and added:
"When I have time, I will go over and take a look at the state prison, right? Isn't it that your Supervisory Yuan is currently trying some prisoners from the Sunset Network?"
"OK."
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the final note of Ms. Shi’s voice seems to be a little drawn out.
Rong Zhen left with brisk steps.
Wang Caozhi, who was waiting outside the pavilion, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the female historian finally coming out. He took advantage of every opportunity and hurriedly walked into the pavilion to find Ouyang Rong to continue chatting.
Rong Zhen had just taken a few steps out of the pavilion when he suddenly turned around and looked at Wang Caozhi.
The latter's movement of lifting his feet got stuck.
Rong Zhen said nothing, just looked at Wang Caozhi quietly.
Her eyebrows were calm, the corners of her lips turned down, and her pretty face was as expressionless as usual.
The atmosphere at the entrance of the pavilion was silent for a moment.
Rong Zhen turned around and continued to leave.
Wang Caozhi bowed his head obediently and followed her footsteps.
The two walked away in tandem, saying nothing from beginning to end.
In the pavilion, after Rong Zhen walked out, Ouyang Rong's attention was all focused on the pear wood box in his hand.
In fact, he still believed in Wang Caozhi's ability.
Although this guy has been pouring out his frustrations just now, he is not really slacking off in his work, which means that the current level is still within the acceptable range of his abilities.
And if Wang Caozhi really didn't do well, Rong Zhen would have found him long ago and asked Ouyang Rong to replace him.
Haven't you asked him to change it yet? It's not a big problem.
Also, to be honest, who is not busy on the construction site at this critical stage of the construction of the giant Buddha? Everyone is busy, including Rong Nu Shi. Ouyang Rong saw that her face was a little tired, and she had no less worries than Wang Cao, and
Still troublesome...
"Forget it, let's meet Rong Nushi tomorrow afternoon and help him out. I forgot about it just now." Ouyang Rong muttered.
After a while, he rubbed his face.
Carrying the pear tree box, he quickly returned to Xunyang City.
…
"Ms. Shi..."
"Shopkeeper Wang has had a rest. Do you have time now?"
Wang Caozhi was interrupted mid-sentence, scratching his head weakly:
"Yes... yes."
"good."
Rong Zhen had a straight face and gave Wang Cao an order.
Hearing that it was hard work again, the latter looked like a wilted eggplant and left with a sad face.
Rong Zhen's eyes don't squint.
Returned to the temporary camp at Xunyang Grottoes.
She walked straight into a large tent near the place where the Buddha's head was placed, where two women, an old man and a young woman, were chatting.
It's Nanny Song and Wei Anhui...
About an hour later.
Outside Xunyang Grottoes, there is an official road leading to Xunyang City.
Princess Anhui's carriage was ready to set off, with a group of black-clad guards guarding the carriage.
Rong Zhen sent Wei Anhui from the camp to the front of the carriage.
"Be careful on the road, Princess."
"Well, you're wasting Sister Rong's time. Sister Rong should also pay attention to her health, just like Senior Song..."
The veiled Wei Anhui turned around and gave gentle instructions. She spoke softly and spoke softly, making it hard not to feel good about her.
Rong Zhen shook his head silently and turned his head to look at the four female officials following him.
"You also go back together and send the princess back to the city."
"yes."
The four female officers immediately joined the team of black-clad guards.
At this moment, a middle-aged female officer hurried over from the camp, carrying a blue-gray floral bundle in her hand. The bundle seemed heavy.
"Ms. Shi, is this your lost property?"
The middle-aged female officer handed over the baggage with both hands.
Rong Zhen looked back, frowned and asked:
"What kind of lost property? I don't carry this kind of thing with me. Where did you pick it up?"
Wei Anhui was holding up the hem of her skirt with both hands and preparing to board the carriage. Halfway up, she paused after hearing the words and turned back out of curiosity.
The middle-aged female official said hesitantly: "It seems to be over there at the farewell booth."
"Send off guests... booth?"
"That's right, it's the place where you went to see Bachelor Ouyang just now. Shopkeeper Wang said that he picked it up when he was looking down at the ground outside the pavilion. You were walking in front at that time. Shopkeeper Wang said that you must have dropped it. Let's
You must put it away."
"What's inside? If you don't open it, how can you find the owner? Why don't you take a look? Maybe it's not Sister Rong's." Wei Anhui asked strangely.
The middle-aged female historian saw that Rong Zhen was still holding out her hand and didn't know what to do.
After hearing Princess Anhui's words and seeing that Rong Zhen didn't stop her, she went to unpack the blue and gray floral cloth.
Inside the bag, there were a bunch of brand-new women's accessories, including gold hairpins and silver hairpins, pearl steps, jade bracelets, and coral treasures...
Several people looked surprised and couldn't help but look at Rong Zhen.
The face of the girl in palace clothes was still cold, and she calmly ordered:
"Go back and tell Shopkeeper Wang that this does not belong to me. He has found the wrong person. Also, go and throw it on the ground outside the guest pavilion. The owner has dropped so many things. He must be in a hurry and will come back to look for it.
"
"Uh...yes, Ms. Shi."
"In addition, after handling this matter, you go and inform Wang Caozhi, asking him to finish the morning's work and not wait any longer. He can quickly return to the camp and follow me to deal with important matters in the afternoon. Today has just begun. Why take a break?
."
"Understood, Master Female History."
The middle-aged female historian had a strange look on her face and left carrying a heavy gift bag of expensive jewelry for women.
"It's really interesting. Don't they know that Sister Rong is not short of these gold and silver jewelry?"
Behind the gauze curtain of the carriage, Wei Anhui smiled slightly and spoke a little jokingly.
Rong Zhen's pretty face was tense.
"And in my impression, Sister Rong doesn't seem to like these fancy outfits."
Speaking of this, Wei Anhui's eyes fell on the mandarin duck jade hairpin on Rong Zhen's temples. She hadn't noticed it before, so she said softly:
"Sister Rong also wears this hairpin? It is very popular in the city recently, and the price is quite expensive. The more popular it is, the higher the price... I heard that it is because it is the same style that the little princess of Xunyang Palace wore at the New Year's Eve dinner.
It became a fashion and everyone imitated it..."
Rong Zhen suddenly interrupted:
"I don't spend money. Besides... I'm not imitating me, she is imitating me."
After a few words, the cold girl in palace attire turned around and left, without giving Wei Anhui time to react.
Wei Anhui watched Sister Rong walk away with her head raised and her sleeves raised, looking like a white swan, muttering to herself.
"Your Highness, the little princess, are you imitating Sister Rong with them?"
…
Return to the carriage at the Huaiye Lane mansion.
Ouyang Rong couldn't wait to open the pear wood box.
There is a red cloth pad inside the box, which together protects a silk book.
The material of the silk book is old, and as soon as you open the box, you can smell a strange smell mixed with staleness.
Ouyang Rong pinched his nose.
He had never smelled something so bad before.
It should be some kind of anti-corrosion measure to prevent the silk books from rotting.
Ouyang Rong opened the car window to take a breath, took out a prepared set of silk gloves and put them on, then carefully took out the silk book.
Spread out slowly.
There are dense ink characters on the silk book, and the handwriting is loose and freehand.
It is the original text of "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring", signed Mr. Wuliu, which is Tao Yuanming's self-title.
As long as Jing Zhaoyuan didn't lie, this should be Tao Yuanming's handwriting hundreds of years ago.
In addition, this silk book was stamped with many seals, and Ouyang Rong saw the most conspicuous private seal of the Jingzhao Yuan family. It should be a routine hobby of collectors in the past - stamping.
Ouyang Rong shook his head, he was not here to pay attention to this.
At this moment, holding "Peach Blossom Spring" in his hand, Ouyang Rong closed his eyes in the bumpy carriage and seemed to be chanting something.
Just like the Hanshi Sword Jue "Returning and Coming Back", he had already memorized "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring" by heart, but that was not the key.
According to his own experience, as long as it is written by the sword holder himself, the Ding Sword Sword Technique he comprehends will contain a corresponding true meaning of the Ding Sword.
Just like Ouyang Rong's half-written sword art "Inscription on Chrysanthemum".
Inside the carriage, the atmosphere was silent.
Time passed minute by minute.
He tried three times.
"This is not a sword technique."
Ouyang Rong suddenly opened his eyes and let out a long breath.
There was no ups and downs in his heart just now.
Ouyang Rong closed the silk book and threw it into the box. He looked down at it with a thoughtful expression on his eyebrows and murmured:
"Unless it is said that this is not the authentic work of Tao Yuanming, it is fake... But this is unlikely. After all, the Jingzhaoyuan family was a member of the royal family of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and the authenticity of the family collection is still high.
"Then there is only one possibility. This is not Jian Jue... But, it is not Jian Jue. Why did Li Zhengyan, Du Shuqing and the others go all the way to ask Yuan Huaimin for questioning?
"At that time, they were looking for "Return to the Past" and "Peach Blossom Spring" together. The former is the Hanshi Sword Art that I know. Logically speaking, the latter should be good too.
"I originally thought that the manuscript of "Peach Blossom Spring" was related to the picture of Peach Blossom Spring in their hands, and even... that picture of Peach Blossom Spring was a tripod sword.
"This guess is a bit bold, but who made the swordsmiths who made the Taoist art so fond of 'the sword is not a sword, and the tripod is not a tripod'.
"This is the case for [Jizuo] and Luminous Pearl. The former's body is shaped like a piece of glazed iris petal, which appears like a 'curved surface', while the latter's body is a bead, which appears as a 'light point'..."
"This is both 'point' and 'noodle', wait, can it be...
"It has all three: points, lines, and surfaces!"
Ouyang Rong's pupils shrank slightly, and an idea flashed in his mind, and he made this bold guess.
"From a mathematical point of view, points, lines, and planes are the basic elements of space. They are extremely simple. Regardless of ancient or modern times, simplicity is bound to be the same. So are these strange craftsmen using this as the direction for sword making?
"So, there is also a tripod sword in the form of a 'line'?"
He took a deep breath.
The more I think about it, the more likely it seems.
"Good fellow, all of your swordsmiths who make Dao Vein are great mathematicians, right? They all have such a tacit understanding when forging swords."
Ouyang Rong frowned and thought for a while.
"Even if Yuan Huaimin is right, that Peach Blossom Spring painting was really painted by Wu Daozi, then the Peach Blossom Spring painting may not be the Dingjian, but the blank scroll itself, maybe..."
Still unwilling to give up, Ouyang Rong grabbed the silk book in the box, hesitated for a moment, found a relatively hidden and inconspicuous place on the silk book... and clicked it.
It was as simple and crude as testing whether the Night Pearl was a tripod sword in the Pure Land Palace not long ago.
At this moment, looking at the scraps of paper and ink between his fingernails, he looked slightly disappointed. The original "Peach Blossom Spring" in his hand probably had no connection with the Ding Sword or the Sword Jue.
After a while, Ouyang Rong put away the silk book again and put it back in the wooden box.
He glanced at the almost imperceptible small button mark somewhere on the silk book, felt guilty and covered his mouth, coughing.
"Brother Huaimin is generous by nature. I guess he wouldn't care even if he knew about it...ahem."
However, although this was not what he expected, Ouyang Rong had a need for Tao Yuanming's authentic work. After he "reluctantly" accepted the imperial edict, he had tried to inquire... Soon, a look of disappointment quickly appeared on his face.
Sweep away.
Returning to the Huaiye Lane mansion, Ouyang Rong went back to the study, opened the closet, and found the wonderful idea.
But before looking for this quirky little guy, Ouyang Rong hid the manuscript of "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring" and put it in a carriage outside. He even stuffed it into a sword box to isolate the manuscript, so that she wouldn't find it.
According to his understanding of this little ink master, this kind of old ink and precious ancient literary spirit may be eaten in one bite.
Ouyang Rong sighed, prodigal little bitch.
On the wardrobe, a little girl in Confucian dress who had just woken up was holding the minibus with both hands, dangling her short feet.
After listening to Ouyang Rong's words while yawning, Miao Si's little face gradually became alert.
"Why do you still need spiritual ink? You ask me for it every day, and I lose every drop of it."
Ouyang Rong said with a straight face: "Speak carefully."
"Speak nicely, Ouyang Lianghan, you are shameless."
"You eat and drink from me, with only a little effort, and you still call me shameless?"
"Humph." She crossed her arms and looked unhappy on her face.
Ouyang Rong moved with reason, and Xiaozhi with emotion:
"There is a shortage of spiritual ink now. I used it when I drew the talisman last time. I urgently need to add another one in case of emergency."
She rolled her eyes: "That's okay, but I want to be delicious and elegant."
"It's easy to talk about the literary style. Write it now. How much do you want?"
"No, I want the style of your song "The Blue Jade Case: Yuan Xi" to be delicious. It is a delicacy from the mountains and seas, and the rest is just chaff."
Ouyang Rong frowned for a moment, and the surrounding atmosphere became quiet.
He saw Miaosi's little move of squinting quietly, but he didn't know that this was deliberately making things difficult and bargaining.
"No, no, forget it..." Miao Si said in a gesture.
"Who says it can't be done?"
Ouyang Rong immediately interrupted, paused, and said sternly:
"This is what you said. Once you get it back, you will produce spiritual ink obediently."
Seeing his decisive attitude, Miao Si shrank his head slightly.
She squatted down and hugged her knees, lowered her head and made circles, and whispered: "Giving birth? Why does it sound like your human race giving birth..."
"Then squeeze."
"..."
"Okay, okay, okay, give me the literary spirit of "The Green Jade Case: Yuan Xi", and I'll give it to you."
"good."
"Hey, why are you going?"
Ouyang Rong ignored him. Under Miao Si's curious gaze, he walked to the table and waved his hand at the desk.
"Xiao Rongzi, what are you doing? Hey, you can't really get it back from the bad woman." Miao Si's heart was like a cat scratching her, she jumped up on the desk and came closer out of curiosity.
Ouyang Rong ignored him and wrote his own. Miao Si saw that he was writing several poems about the bright moon, and she immediately shook her head:
"Write it now? How can this be done? I've already said it. These ordinary fairies won't eat it. They only want "The Sapphire Case·Yuan Xi"."
Ouyang Rong curled his lips and did not answer.
"Hey, why do you have a very familiar smell on you?"
She shrugged her nose with a quizzical look on her face.
Seeing that Ouyang Rong ignored him, he became more suspicious.
The palm-sized little girl in Confucian attire put her hands on her hips and shouted:
"Ouyang Lianghan, did you steal my treasure? Although I don't know what it is, you must have taken it, right? Hand it over quickly."
Ouyang Rong didn't want to accept this trick, and he smiled softly, "Haha, you still have something to hide?"
Miao Si looked around, pretending to be cute and stupid.
After a while, Ouyang Rong straightened his clothes and strode out. At the back door, Ouyang Rong whispered to Ali, who was feeding him fodder:
"Go to Prince Xunyang's Mansion."
"Yes, sir."
After boarding the carriage, Ouyang Rong first took out a few Mingyue poems and put them into a pear wood box together with Tao Yuanming's original silk books.
He closed the pear wood box, placed it on his knees, covered the box surface with his palms, and tapped the lid habitually with his knuckles.
Amidst the rhythm, Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, as if thinking, he was going to find Li Guo'er this time...
Halfway through, with his eyes closed to concentrate, he suddenly thought of something. He bent down and took out a long piano case under the seat.
"Common words such as full moon and moon god have failed to work before, so let's try new keywords and try them more."
Ouyang Rong's face was filled with emotion. After a moment, he lowered his head and tentatively shouted inside:
There is no movement in the sword box, and no blessings are triggered in my ears.
But these embarrassing words have almost exhausted all Ouyang Rong's brain cells that can be used for association. It's really strange, what else can there be?
He couldn't help but mutter:
"Isn't it possible? Then we can only combine it...
"Source... God? Madoka?"
Night Pearl:???
[Craftsmanship]:......
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