"Ouyang Changshi is optimistic."

Seeing the smile on Ouyang Rong's face, Rong Zhen, who was seriously injured on the couch, was in a trance with his eyes and muttered.

"In fact, people are fine, life is the most precious, stay in the green mountains and are not afraid of no firewood."

"Are people all right?"

"Well, the lower official is saying that the friends and relatives I know are fine, and as for those I don't know, I can only regret it a little."

Ouyang Rong explained, as if he saw Rong Zhen's stunned face, paused, and said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, when it comes to the sad things of the female historian, Yan Zhang's male history and Lianqing's female history are their colleagues in Si Tianjian, it is really a pity that the female historian was killed this time, the lower officials stayed out of the matter, they didn't have much empathy, and they shouldn't say cool things."

"Nothing."

Rong Zhen shook his head, holding the medicine in both hands, his pretty face was pale and bloodless.

Coupled with the already thin body of a girl, wearing a plain white shirt, like a widow or a filial daughter wearing white and filial piety, it looks very moving, and I feel pity.

Ouyang Rong also looked at it more.

She stared down at the medicine bowl that was swaying black soup, and after a moment of daze, she suddenly asked:

Ouyang Changshi said that as long as he and his friends are fine, there is also ...... Including Hongu? ”

Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Rong Zhennushi, who had always been cold and cold, to ask like this, and was a little hesitant.

Rong Zhen suddenly said sternly: "Tell the truth." ”

Ouyang Rong immediately nodded as if the chicken pecked rice:

"Yes, including the female historian, after all, we have been working together for so long, and there are some friendships with colleagues, don't blame the female historian, I don't mean to disrespect you."

When Rong Zhen heard this, he changed the topic, and asked with his eyebrows:

"In the courtyard of Huang Xuan's house, are there really only the three of us who survive? What about the others, none of them exist? Are the corpses all there? ”

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but glance at the cold girl with a concerned look on her face, as if she was a little curious, how did the channel switch so smoothly.

Being stared at by him all the time, Rong Zhen looked away slightly.

Rong Zhen actually didn't know why he suddenly became stern just now, obviously he didn't mean to scare him in his heart, that is, he was talking and talking, and unconsciously brought into the attitude he had when he was doing business in public, and he was dissatisfied and wanted to urge him when he was slow.

But now it is not a public occasion for business, it is just a private ward, and just now, Ouyang Lianghan was still concerned about her condition, and when he was sick, he specially came to feed her medicine, especially what kind of friends and the like.

After a gratuitous assault, Rong Zhen was a little embarrassed in his heart, but he was still silent......

Fortunately, at this time, Ouyang Rong had already spoken, as if he didn't care, to alleviate her embarrassment:

"Well, most of them have been found, but two bodies are missing."

"Which two?"

"Huang Xuan, and the little ink spirit called Miaosi, in the morning the people from Judicial Cao came to visit, and the lower officials asked, in the ruins of the courtyard of Xingzifang, no their bodies were found, there was no trace of them around, and I don't know if they are still alive, I don't know where they went."

Ouyang Rong shook his head and sighed.

Rong Zhen, who was leaning against the bed, straightened his waist, and his starry eyes were slightly condensed.

"Be careful, don't spill your clothes...... The quilt is on. ”

Ouyang Rong glanced at it and reminded.

If it was a junior sister, he would definitely say, don't spill it on your clothes, but Rong Zhen's words...... You should be more concerned about the bedding underneath.

In fact, it's normal, the little junior sister is special, she eats and leaks and easily falls into her chest......

Where did Rong Zhen know the art and delicacy of someone's speech, frowned and asked:

"Ouyang Changshi knows, what happened that day?"

"Well, Xia Guan also listened to the people of Judicial Cao later, they said that when they rushed to the past, they saw a group of sword-wielding women wearing ancient Wu style skirts from a distance, fighting with young men in Confucian shirts wearing bronze masks, and when they arrived, it was already over, and these people were all gone."

Hearing this, Rong Zhen took a sip of medicine, lowered his eyes and said to himself:

"At that time, the snow-white sword qi in the courtyard was a bit like a woman's sword intent, wearing an ancient Wu style skirt...... Could it be Yunmeng Jianze's Yue Nu Sword Cultivator?

"But why did you fight with the owner of that butterfly love flower?

"The owner of the butterfly love flower didn't kill the palace, could it be that he was delayed by the group of Yue girls and forgot to be ruthless, or thought that the Yue girl was invited by the palace and wanted to be a hostage, but then forgot in the fight......

She nodded slowly, with a thoughtful expression on her face:

"And Huang Xuan and the little ink spirit are gone, could it be that they were taken away by the Yunmengyue women, and they also discovered Huang Xuan's talent and spiritual eyes......

"That's right, this little girl was born in Jiangzhou, and she originally belonged to the land of Wu Yue, which can be regarded as Yunmeng Jianze's sphere of influence.

"But it may also be taken away by the owner of the butterfly love flower, and the little ink spirit is also, it is likely that he already knows the owner of the butterfly love flower, so he lied to the palace at the beginning, and did not find a similar tone, and then he fled in the middle of the formation, and refused to confess.

"It's just that I don't know if Huang Xuan knows about it, whether Xiao Mojing has told her that the two quarrel seems to be incompatible, but it doesn't necessarily ......"

"The analysis of the female historian makes sense."

Ouyang Rong immediately interjected, his tone a little unhappy:

"This little ink spirit called Si is likely to be an inner ghost, the owner of the butterfly love flower came to the door, maybe she was the one who reported the news, and she came to save her, hey, the vain girl Shi trusts her so much."

Rong Zhen shook his head:

"Bengong didn't really believe in this nonsense-filled ink spirit at the time, but he didn't expect that she was so dishonest and had an affair with the owner of the butterfly love flower.

"But looking at the peerless literary brilliance and full of literary atmosphere of the owner of the butterfly love flower, it is normal for Xiao Mojing to have a connection with him, maybe he was an acquaintance before, I really didn't expect it, this palace made a mistake at this point......"

Ouyang Rong followed her with the same sigh, his face regretful.

Rong Zhen couldn't help but look at Ouyang Rong's dress in front of him.

He was also dressed in a white undershirt worn by a sick person, and had just woken up from next door, but his forehead was wrapped in a circle of cloth, and on his right forehead was a blood stain the size of a baby's fist seeping through the wrapped white cloth.

At the same time, there was also a dagger stab wound on his right chest, wrapped in bandages, which should have been left by Huang Xuan, who suddenly changed his face that day.

It's a bit miserable.

However, compared to her who was still weak in breath and drank medicine on the couch, she seemed to be much more vigorous, and I don't know if it was a man's body that resisted beating and was more porcelain.

Speaking of which, it was a fluke that the three of them survived this time.

Rong Zhen couldn't help but feel some sympathy, and then he also felt that someone was a little more pleasing to the eye.

There was silence for a while.

On the sickbed, Rong Zhen's tone was a little low:

"It's the palace that has a long history, and it also makes Si Tianjian's main force in Jiangzhou almost annihilated......"

"It's okay, it's okay, isn't it okay now, you are also the duty, do your best, or that sentence, people are fine."

Rong Zhen saw the handsome young man waving his hand indifferently, and suddenly stood up, and this optimistic figure ran to open the window of the room to breathe.

The window was pushed open, and the near-noon sun shone through the bare treetops and onto the windowsill, and some small beams of golden glow fell on her bedding.

The sunlight suddenly entered the room, making the light much brighter, but it stabbed Rong Zhen's eyes slightly.

Accustomed to the midday sun, she stared at the fine dust in the sunlight above the futon, a little distracted.

"Are you hungry? Do you want to get some food for the female historian? ”

Ouyang Rong, who was next to the window, turned around and asked.

Rong Zhen glanced at his somewhat concerned companion's face, pursed his lips, and asked:

"No need...... Your injuries are okay, at that time, the palace thought you were killed, and you were killed by the owner of the butterfly love flower at the door. ”

"Well, not really, but ......"

Ouyang Rong rubbed his waist, bared his teeth and inhaled:

"This thief is really hateful, I know that I sneak attack and kick people, if I hadn't been careless at the time, I would have captured him, well, at least I had to take a few tricks to buy you some reaction time in the yard......"

Rong Zhen ignored these big words and shook her head, but if she had heard the man in front of her say such scenes and big words before, she would have been disdainful and extremely disdainful.

But right now, looking at Ouyang Rong, who was muttering indignantly, she didn't have too much annoyance, maybe it was because she was familiar, she said in her heart.

Rong Zhen glanced at Ouyang Rong's waist, and his eyes showed a lot of apologies, as if he was worried about something.

Ouyang Rong immediately shook his head and said righteously:

"Xiaguan's waist is fine, it's just ...... It's just a little sour, and it's still a good man to raise and raise, and the female historian doesn't need to worry about those aspects. ”

Rong Zhen asked directly: "Then when you are outside the hospital, do you see the face of the owner of the butterfly love flower clearly?" ”

"No, when Xiaguan and Rokuro found him, he was standing at the mouth of the alley, sneaky, we wanted to go over and ask, but he was despicable and sneak attacked......"

Rong Zhen didn't listen to the latter words.

At this moment, Lang Zhong from the Jiangzhou Medical Department rushed to check on Rong Zhen's injuries.

Rong Zhen waved his hand and motioned for Ouyang Rong to go back and rest.

The latter walked to the door, remembered something, and turned back:

"By the way, there's another thing, uh, when Xia Guan woke up in a daze from the ruins yesterday, he picked up something at the scene, and now it's not on his body, I forgot to bring it to you, I'll give it to you next time......"

Rong Zhen didn't pay too much attention, nodded slightly, and didn't look at him at the door, but stared at the futon in a daze.

Before Ouyang Rong left the ward, he saw that she was cooperating with the examination of her injuries under the orders of the imperial doctor.

He sighed slightly and left the room.

After going out, Ouyang Rong returned to his hospital room, did not stay long, directly dressed and strode out.

Outside the back door of the medical office, there was a low-key carriage, waiting under the shadow of the tree for a long time.

Ouyang Rong got into the carriage.

In the car, Xie Lingjiang, who was bending down to prepare smokeless charcoal in the incense burner, immediately put down the silver tongs and gently hugged his arm.

"How's it going?"

"It's okay, I shouldn't have doubted it."

Ouyang Rong shook his head lightly and said calmly:

"When ordinary people just wake up in a daze, their brains have just started, and it is easier to believe the words of the first person around them, which is inevitably vulgar."

He has more say in this point, after all, he has awakened twice in the Pure Land Palace, and his mother believes the nonsense of the same wave of people, such as a certain crane Qiu Lao Dao......

"That's good." After a pause, he pouted again: "Senior brother is really bad." ”

Ouyang Rong inhaled slightly, sat down with his waist propped up, and when he heard the words, he immediately lowered his face:

"So bad that it flashed your waist?"

Xie Lingjiang's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly reached out and touched Ouyang Rong's waist, and whispered with concern:

"Does Senior Brother still have pain in his back?"

As soon as he said this, Ouyang Rong became angry and gritted his teeth with a straight face:

"Didn't you just kick your ass?"

"Yes...... It's a kick in the ass.,Didn't you say that the butt has a lot of meat.,It's more to carry the kick.。 ”

"Carry the kick but don't carry the fly, you kick so hard, just kowtow your head, and you can pretend to be injured, who would have thought that there would be an extra place, sizzle, take a soft cushion over, the back against the hard back plate hurts."

"Who knew you flashed to your waist, so you can't help ......"

Xie Lingjiang opened his mouth weakly, and when he found that the senior brother's eyes were wide, he immediately stopped talking, rolled his eyes, made a small excuse, and muttered:

"Didn't you say, didn't you say that you want to pretend to be like a point, and let the family use the effect of the kick when they first met in the Sanhui Courtyard of Dagu Mountain......

"Senior brother, that kick is my proud work, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to surpass it in my life."

"No, you've surpassed it now, and that's what you're proud of." Ouyang Rong nodded: "So you kicked your husband's waist?" ”

"......" Xie Lingjiang.

The atmosphere in the car was silent, but it gave people great pressure, under the complaining gaze of the elder brother.

The noble daughter of the Xie family hurriedly coquettish, touching his waist with her little hand left and right, very reluctant, and her face was guilty:

"Oh, don't be angry, rub it for you, rub it, does it still hurt, hmm, big brother haha......"

Ouyang Rong's face was a little softened, but he was still angry, he directly reached out and lifted the skirt of the beauty, and kneaded his palms along the pair of tight long legs, feeling the roundness and proportionality at the same time, he did not forget to occasionally exert a small lesson, which provoked Xie Lingjiang's little head buried in his chest, and he couldn't help but let out a few nasal soft hums......

The little couple pasted and made a fuss.

Ouyang Rong withdrew his palm, regained his color, and asked:

"Are they in the palace?"

Xie Lingjiang can't stand someone's contrast habit of being serious in the first breath and serious in the next breath.

She patted her red cheeks with her bare hands, looked at him embarrassedly, and turned her head to open some windows:

"Hmm. Lu Daochang is taking care of it. ”

"Let's go, go to the palace to have a look, there are some things, let's talk about it in the past."

Ouyang Rong interrupted the little junior sister who wanted to speak and stopped, and ordered.

"Okay." Xie Ling Jiang bowed his head.

Just as the carriage started and Xie Lingjiang quietly prevented him from causing trouble, Ouyang Rong, who was thinking about it, suddenly raised his head.

In his ears, a series of crisp wooden fish sounds were sounding one after another, and they did not stop for a short time.

In fact, when I was in the Rongzhen ward, I began to have these crisp wooden fish sounds, but at that time, it was just accidental, thinking that it might be the Longcheng Folding Wing Canal or the Shuangfeng Jiangrotto, and the people's livelihood and well-being were intermittently fed.

But at the moment, it doesn't seem to be necessarily.

Just since Rong Zhen woke up to now, his merit value has increased by a small three hundred.

His face was a little stunned.

"What's the matter, big brother." Xie Lingjiang asked with concern.

"Well, it's not a big deal."

Ouyang Rong glanced at the curious little junior sister, shook his head, covered his mouth, and coughed.

Since it is a meritorious increase, someone must be thanking him from the bottom of his heart.

After a while, he quietly glanced at the hospital office behind him.

Well, it's just an accident to find another little stupid bag that can actually brush merits.

The last time I found this rare species, it was the little sister pinching.

Looks like I'm going to have to come and hang out a lot these days.

Ouyang Rong nodded secretly.

(End of chapter)