Ouyang Rong somewhat understood, why was he so anxious to make a move, and even the King of the Real Seal almost communicated carelessly.

The next morning, at the gate of the Xunyang Palace, Ouyang Rong was dressed in a straight crimson official uniform and watched another group of foreign envoys leave.

After the Yuan Zheng, at the end of the New Year, what was sent to the Xunyang palace was not only rewarded by the empress of the Luoyang court, but also about the gifts of the nobles of Tianhuang such as the nobles of Long, the five surnames of Qiwang, and the nobles of Jiangnan.

It's dizzying, and they can always find a suitable reason to give a gift.

Ouyang Rong opened his eyes slightly.

Well, this is the normal social norm of a Prince of Da Zhou.

When he belittled Dragon City before, no one cared about it, and it was a rare thing to have a lot of doors.

Whoever spares it, when encountering this strong contrast, will not help but be high-spirited, and some thoughts of being full of food and support will sprout.

Fortunately, Ouyang Rong was there, and he drew a red line for the leisure in time.

In addition to this matter, overall, Ouyang Rong felt that it was good to leave the idle father and son, at least listen to persuasion.

After finishing the supervision and inspection in Xunyang Wangfu in the morning, and returning to the Jiangzhou lobby in the afternoon, Ouyang Rong walked into the main hall as usual.

Yuan Huaimin's kid was unexpectedly not in the lobby, and he didn't know where to go.

Ouyang Rong didn't care, it happened that there was no one in the main hall, and after he sat down, he took out a blank fold.

"The matter...... It's better to report it and go through the procedure. ”

Ouyang Rong thought about it for a moment and buried himself in writing.

After a while, a letter was written, and he lay quietly on the table.

He put down the brush, looked down, and nodded slightly.

The content of the recital is simple.

On January 17, the second year of Tianyou, the king of Xunyang left the city, and took the initiative to hand over a letter from Zhu Lingxu, the governor of Hongzhou, who had the responsibility of supervision, with a respectful attitude, etc., etc.

In fact, Ouyang Rong has written a lot about similar supervision reports before.

It's a routine report.

Including Wang Lengran and other officials, this kind of twist and turn is not written in private.

For example, it can be reported to record what guests King Xunyang saw on a certain day, a certain month, and a certain day in a certain year, whose house he participated in, and what he said drunk at the banquet.

It's not even just a record of the King of Xunyang.

In Xunyang City, Jiangzhou, there are also some people who supervise the imperial history or Luoyang Palace, who will silently record some of the actions of Ouyang Rong and Wang Lengran, the chief and deputy officials of Jiangzhou.

A trivial matter can be a small report.

Anyway, Ouyang Rong didn't have to guess to know that Wang Lengran must have made a lot of small reports about him.

Laughing to death.

Who wouldn't? He also wrote.

Ouyang Rong smiled embarrassedly.

It's just this kind of routine report that consumes energy in vain, and he usually writes a few letters at the end of the month to "praise" Wang Lengran, and hands it in.

Today is an exception.

Ouyang Rong went through the folds again, picked up the pen and polished it, and then attached Zhu Lingxu's letter.

The fold is completed.

Ouyang Rong got up, picked up the fold, personally sent it, and handed it to an old imperial historian who was stationed in Jiangzhou from the Jiangnan Branch of the Imperial History Observatory.

This kind of recital will be sent to Luoyang as soon as possible.

After completing this procedure briefly, Ouyang Rong continued to be busy with official business.

In the days that followed, Ouyang Rong deliberately paid attention to the movements of the Imperial History and Luoyang.

Everything was uneventful.

According to the process, his letter should be sent to Feng Pavilion as scheduled.

Under the chief of the Feng Pavilion, there are several scholars, and then the following is to give things.

A letter will be reported along this line, layer by layer.

If the chapter involves a small amount of authority and a minor problem, the Feng Pavilion can solve it on its own, and if it is serious, it will be submitted to the Imperial Palace.

If there is no response, it is likely to stop at a certain level.

It's normal, there are ten ways in the world, and thousands of local officials hand over the chapters of Fengge every day like snowflakes, and only a few can attract attention.

Ouyang Rong nodded lightly, and quickly forgot about it.

……

In the west of Xunyang City, a riverside street in Xingzifang, the second floor of the restaurant listed "Yunshui Pavilion".

On the window seat, Ouyang Rong took a mouthful of food into his mouth, squinted at the busy street of Xingzifang outside, and he turned his head from time to time to glance at the staircase leading to the third floor.

On the table in front of him, in addition to Ouyang Rong's pair of chopsticks, there were two extra pairs of extra chopsticks.

At this moment, there is no one in front of these two pairs of dishes and chopsticks.

It was noon, Ouyang Rong was leisurely picking up vegetables, not in a hurry, as if he was waiting for something.

After a while, at the staircase in front of him, two male figures appeared, went down to the second floor, quickly walked towards Ouyang Rong, and sat down at the table.

"Hoo ......"

Ouyang Rong heard the two guys in front of him exhale a long breath, and the corners of his mouth pulled slightly.

Lifusu and Yan Liulang, who walked down from the third floor, glanced at each other silently and looked away quietly.

Their eyes looked at the dishes in front of them, showing a little satisfaction, but they just didn't put down the chopsticks, and they didn't know what they were rubbing or aftertaste......

Ouyang Rong didn't raise his head and said, "You two don't eat, fill your stomach?" ”

Yan Liulang clenched his fists and covered his mouth: "Ahem, I'm a little full." ”

Ouyang Rong nodded: "It's beautiful and delicious, right?" ”

Li Fusu explained: "No, no, it's because the tea is full." ”

Yan Liulang smiled.

Ouyang Rong's face was strange, he glanced at Lifusu, who had been faintly crooked by Liulang, thought about it, and admonished:

"Da Lang pay attention to hygiene."

Lifu Su's face suddenly turned red, and he hesitated: "Tan Lang misunderstood." As soon as I was nervous, I liked to drink water, and I just had my fill. ”

"Still nervous?" Ouyang Rong couldn't help laughing.

Today, Ouyang Rong took a half-day vacation, and the three of them had not been together for a long time, so they often traveled in clothes and came to Yunshui Pavilion for dinner.

It's just that the dishes ordered by Ouyang Rong haven't been served yet, and the restaurant maid in cool clothes hooked the eyes of the two friends, and Liulang pulled away from Dalang and went upstairs to drink health tea together.

Speaking of which, coming to Yunshui Pavilion for dinner can be regarded as a reserved program between the three of them.

It is a habit that has been developed since the acquaintance of Dragon City.

It's just that at the beginning, he was accompanied by Liu Ashan.

Now that there is one person missing, Ouyang Rong and the three of them sometimes miss it, and they will come here to rub a meal, which is a tacit understanding.

Of course, it doesn't matter what kind of health tea you drink upstairs.

Li Fusu couldn't help but ask: "Won't Tan Lang go up and drink tea?" ”

Ouyang Rong shook his head and mentioned the serious tea ceremony: "Their tea art is not as good as mine, they are clumsy, and they have a headache when they see it." ”

Yan Liulang interjected: "The Ming Mansion is afraid of Miss Xie to check the gang. ”

Ouyang Rong glared at him, and smiled away from Fusu: "Miss Xie hasn't come back yet, there are still a few days, what is Tan Lang afraid of." ”

His eyes were envious, "Besides, Tan Lang is not the case of my family, he can have three wives and four concubines......"

"Not interested."

Ouyang Rong immediately changed the topic, and asked helplessly:

"Why don't you ask your uncle to find a marriage for you? Or take a concubine room, save yourself from being taken by Liulang, it doesn't matter if he fools around, one person eats enough and the whole family is not hungry.

"Da Lang, you are different, you need to pay attention to safety, your identity is too sensitive, and there are still few places like this."

Yan Liulang raised his hand in protest:

"The Ming Mansion can't say that, what is a fool, this is called a proper relaxation, and it's not to go to any black kiln or gold cave, I Yanliu doesn't gamble or poison, just drink tea."

"Hey Ming Mansion doesn't know, our positions of dancing knives and guns, how much pressure there is on weekdays, we have to have fun in time."

"Oh." Ouyang Rong turned his head: "This is the reason why your kid is following behind and prostituting Dalang in vain?" ”

Yan Liulang: "......"

Ouyang Rong looked at Li Fusu, continued the question just now, and Li Fusu hurriedly waved his hand:

"My mother asked before, but I refused, or ...... Let's talk about it later. ”

Ouyang Rong glanced at Li Fusu, who was procrastinating, and sighed: "Is it that Aunt Wei and your little sister put too much pressure on you?" Don't want to find another ancestor? ”

Lifusu smiled bitterly, not easy to admit.

But after thinking about it, the men in the idle family seem to have inherited the fear of guilt, and Ouyang Rong understands it.

Looking around at the familiar Yunshui Building from Fusu, he missed:

"Every time I come here, I can't help but think of when I was in Dragon City last year, when I just met Tan Lang and Rokuro, and the Ahsan brothers were also there.

"The first time we came to this kind of place, we really saw everything at the time, and we were panicked and looking forward to it, even if I think about it now, the health tea there is not as good as here, but it is unforgettable......

Ouyang Rong nodded: "Okay, okay, you still drink your feelings, right?" ”

Blink away from Fusu.

"Shizi?"

At this moment, a young man in a shirt who had been looking around for a long time at a dining table not far away suddenly got up and walked over.

He walked to the table and looked at Dalang with a surprised face, as if he recognized the prince of Xunyang Wangfu who was dressed in regular clothes.

"Why did the prince leave the house alone? Also, just now the eldest prince came down from upstairs? ”

Ouyang Rong and Yan Liulang frowned and looked at each other, only to see that the young man in a literary shirt had an unbelievable look on his face, and he questioned Lifusu with righteous words.

Fortunately, there are few customers on the second floor at the moment, so it didn't attract too many visitors.

But Li Fusu's face was still red, and his expression was very embarrassed.

seems to know this young man in a shirt.

Li Fusu hurriedly waved his hand: "Brother Ziang, don't blame, I'm just accompanying my friends out for a meal." ”

"Don't think that you don't know what the third floor is doing, you came to such a place, does the prince know? Does Her Royal Highness the Little Princess know? Does Mr. Yuan know? ”

The more Yue Ziang asked, the more excited he became, and his brows furrowed:

"It's okay for others, but the prince is the great-grandson of Taizong, with a mission, how can he come here and lose his will, if the prince and the little princess know, he will be disappointed, the prince will go back with me!"

As he spoke, he was about to pull away from Fusu and leave, but he refused to leave Fusu:

"Okay, okay, I know, it won't come next time. After I finished eating, Brother Ziang's voice was quieter, and my friend was still there. ”

After speaking, he turned his head to Ouyang Rong and explained bitterly:

"I'm offended Tan Lang, Brother Ziang was a disciple of Mr. Yuan in Luoyang in his early years, and he recently came to Jiangzhou not long ago, and he also lived in the palace."

Ouyang Rong nodded.

"What buddy? You actually brought the son of the world here," Yue Ziang was upright, and his finger poked at Ouyang Rong and the others: "Shizi, don't want this kind of fox friend and dog friend, come with me!" ”

Lifu Su suddenly glared and breathed heavily.

"Oh, where did the dog bark?" Yan Liulang put down his chopsticks, took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and said with a sneer:

"Since you are staying in Xunyang Palace, isn't that just going to beg for food? That's how you talk to the lord on weekdays? It seems that Da Lang is still too polite to you. ”

"Who are you waiting for, dare to bark at a dog!"

Yan Liulang directly slapped the waist card: "This official is a Jiangzhou judicial army, who are you, what are you barking at?" ”

He said one after another: "This official is here to handle a case, someone reported that a suspect is harboring here, and this official is lurking to investigate, but you suddenly jumped out to disturb business, believe it or not, I will arrest you and fine you now?" ”

Yue Ziang suddenly choked, his face was red, and he stammered angrily: "You, you, you, ......"

Yan Liulang pouted, "What are you, if you don't get out, you will bear the consequences." ”

Yue Ziang glared angrily, as if he remembered something, and suddenly turned his head and looked at Ouyang Rong, who had been picking vegetables:

"He is a judicial member of the army, so you are Ouyang Lianghan?"

Ouyang Rong picked up the vegetables, didn't look up, didn't speak.

Yan Liulang stood up suddenly.

"Loss...... I admired you as a gentleman before, but I saw the wrong person! ”

The young man in the shirt hurriedly dropped a sentence and left angrily.

Yan Liulang turned his head and was not angry: "This kind of poor measure is big, so you have to be so scared to deal with it." Mingfu and Da Lang are still too kind-hearted. ”

"Tanlang." Li Dalang's face was a little embarrassed, and he explained.

It turned out that the Xunyang Royal Mansion had recently received a lot of staff members who defected, some of them defected directly, and some of them went through the channels of old people in Longcheng such as Mr. Yuan.

There is also the Juhua Poetry Society that left Bao'er and got to the Xunyang Palace. After all, there are a lot of degraded officials in Jiangzhou, and the current Xunyang Palace, there is a faint hope of recovery, which naturally attracts scholars and officials to take refuge.

I heard from Da Lang that this Yue Ziang is also one of the members of the Juhua Poetry Society.

During the day, when Ouyang Rong was away, Yue Ziang, a literati staff, often gathered around the idle family, and seemed to be proficient in poetry and songs, or strategies and decisions.

It's just that Lixian and Lifusu haven't adopted it much, and it's more of a simple monk.

Especially Lidalang, a member of the Juhua Poetry Society, he didn't care about it.

Ouyang Rong didn't care about these before, but felt that among these people who took refuge, if there were really talents, it would be beneficial to everyone, and he was not worried about endangering any status, and those who could live in it.

"After Da Lang goes back, let's take the initiative to explain to my uncle and aunt, don't be too passive, just say ...... Say I'm bringing you here for dinner, and I'll explain it to them later. ”

"Okay." Lida Lang sighed.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and looked in the direction where Yue Ziang had left.

He was even more angry than he was at the beginning.

……

"Isn't Tan Lang still sleeping?"

"Go to bed later, there's still something to do, Wei Lai, you rest first."

"Why is Tan Lang making umbrellas again?"

"Meditation."

Ye Weilai whispered: "It's Xie Xiaoniang who likes it." ”

Ouyang Rong smiled.

After a while, Ye Weilai had to obediently go to sleep in the back room.

In front of the table, Ouyang Rong glanced at the oil-paper umbrella that had been made, and there were some fleshy sentences he had written on it.

Ouyang Rong was going to find an opportunity to give it to the little junior sister.

"If you come back and see this, I should be very happy." He muttered.

Suddenly, the bell rang with good news.

Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment, closed his eyes and sneaked in to take a look, inside the merit tower, the blessing bell was constantly pouring out of the purple mist, among which, there was a faint wisp of pink.

Is a thousand merits worth?

But this color of good fortune doesn't seem quite right?

Ouyang Rong digested the information and couldn't help but think.

How is this triggered...... Could it be related to the little junior sister?

He muttered.

(End of chapter)