Ouyang Rong, who had completely sobered up, honestly sent Xie Lingjiang back to Jingyi Court.

Before parting, he spread his hands to hug her, and was pushed down.

But he was just about to leave in frustration, and was pulled back by the little junior sister and gnawed together.

It's just that someone's lips have a small cut of broken skin.

After the beautiful woman left, the carriage suddenly emptied, and only one person and a sword case remained.

The sword box and the [craftsman's work] inside did not move at all, as if they were dead things.

After Ouyang Rong got into the carriage, his smile gradually retracted.

He sat upright, looking down at the sword case.

Some of them have a flat face.

The atmosphere was somewhat deadly.

Never before has a little guy wished his master had ignored it, and it was better to fall and forget about the amnesia.

This death gaze is strange and scary.

I don't know if it was because of the bumps in the carriage, or for what reason, with a "squeak", the sword box moved into the darkness under the seat, hiding most of the box......

Ouyang Rong snorted lightly, closed his eyes and recuperated.

When he returned to the Huaiye Lane mansion, he sent Zhen Shuyuan and Ye Weilai away.

In the study room, Ouyang Rong, who had been tired all day, walked into it and threw the sword box and a few sachets on the table.

"Smack——!

Mainly the sound of the sword case.

The movement caught the attention of a little guy at the top of the closet next to him.

Miao Si poked out her little head, blinked curiously, and looked at the guests in the house.

She saw that Ouyang Lianghan was lying on the seat, his eyelids lowered, and he calmly looked at the long piano box in front of him.

The long piano case lies quietly on the table, not moving.

Like a child who has made a mistake, when he comes home, in the silence of adults, he also keeps his mouth shut, bows his head and is silent.

"Come out on your own." Ouyang Rong didn't have a good airway.

The Mo family sword box on the table was motionless.

"It's useless to play dead."

Ouyang Rong's face:

"Give you a chance to reinterpret."

Still motionless.

From an outsider's perspective, Ouyang Rong seemed to be talking to himself about a dead thing.

"Isn't it quite capable to report the news just now? How not to squeak now. I know that you are close to the little junior sister, but you can be sold by your own sword, and I am the first time in the past, I am quite honored. ”

The Mo family's sword box swayed slightly, as if to justify something.

"What, you said you were just stuffy and breathable?"

Ouyang Rong sneered:

"When is it not good to breathe, when the little junior sister enters the carriage, you are breathable, and you are so idle? When you stole someone else's belly pocket in the past, why didn't you breathe and vibrate and notify the little sister to open it? You also know that it is embarrassing.

"Just put a small sachet that doesn't occupy a place at this time, and you will start rebelling and protesting? Is it attacking you, or is it getting in your way? ”

The more Ouyang Rong spoke, the more unhappy his face became, leaned forward, and opened the Mo family's sword box.

As soon as a crack was opened, [Craftsman] "whoosh", slipped out and fled.

Ouyang Rong turned his head to look and found that it was already hiding behind a little female crown in Confucian clothes peeking at it, trembling in the air.

Ouyang Rong frowned and walked over.

"It's useless for you to hide, come down, I must teach you a good lesson today."

Miao Si looked back, looked at the poor, weak and helpless Ding Sword behind her, opened her hands, and protected this new Ding Sword vividly, she nodded very seriously and said:

"Ouyang Lianghan, for the sake of this fairy girl's face, forget it this time, spare it once.

"Was this little guy just born? It's normal to be ignorant, little girl, don't criticize too much, besides, such a sufficient spirituality is also rare, and it should be cherished.

"What's the matter, this fairy aunt will help you convey education, don't scare her."

The arc vibrates slightly, making a soft sound, as if to express strong approval.

It's a pity that Ouyang Rong didn't give anyone face, twisted the back collar of the wonderful idea with two fingers, and put it aside under her struggle with her teeth and claws.

"What kind of cookie are you?"

Ouyang Rong grabbed this clear blue [arc] with both hands, returned to the table, and sat down again.

Stuff it into the innermost layer of the sword case.

Hold your palm firmly.

"I've thought about it first." He said with a glance.

The sword box "buzzed", and then the sound of struggle fell, like a dead eggplant, listless.

Miao Si helped the Dao Guan, jumped on the desk, and sat on the sword box, swinging with two small short legs:

"Knife mouth tofu heart."

As he spoke, he knocked on the wooden box below with his heel and coaxed:

"Your master will say with his mouth, "Don't be afraid."

The sword box suddenly fell silent, and he was honest.

Ignore Ouyang Rong, who frowned at her.

Miao Si held her chin in both hands, looked at the sachet he brought back on the table, and asked curiously:

"Ouyang Lianghan, you are very lucky. With so many sachets, do you wear them? ”

"Go away, you little girl knows how to fart."

Someone who was in a bad mood today waved his hand and didn't have the air to say.

"This fairy aunt understands very well!"

Miao Si hugged her chest with both hands and stretched her little face:

"This fairy aunt has read more books than you have eaten salt."

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "This is not necessarily, I used to eat fine salt." ”

"You don't believe me?"

"Believe it, can you come down, I don't have time to talk to you now."

"Nope."

Miao Si shook her head, squinted at him, and complained in her tone:

"Every time you go home, you either bury your head in the desk, or fall asleep, you haven't come to me for a long time, tell me, are you tired of me?"

“……”

Ouyang Rong was speechless:

"Who did you learn from this resentful woman's tone? Don't talk about it outside in the future, let others misunderstand. ”

"What's wrong with the misunderstanding...... Hehe, this fairy aunt said that she understands it very well. ”

"You know, but you can't come down."

"No, this fairy Gu just likes to be on it."

Miao Si took the opportunity to ask for a price and reached out to ask:

"Give a sachet, this fairy girl wants to be a bed."

"No."

"What, reluctantly?"

Miaosi jumped off the sword box, and circled the goose yellow, orange red, and lotus white sachets on the table a few times with her backhand, and her mouth was amazed:

"In this way, you can say which one you like the most, which one is relatively insensitive, and the one that is insensitive is given to this fairy girl, and this fairy girl doesn't pick."

"You taught me how to do things?"

Miao Si was just about to nod, but a finger flicked away, and with an "ouch" sound, she fell on a stack of rice paper on the side of the table.

The little female crown in Confucian clothes was dissatisfied: "You are so rude." ”

"Can you change the word?"

"Can you not be rude?"

"Nope."

"That fairy girl can't do it either."

"Well, I just think it looks like you don't have ink on your stomach."

"There is no ink in the first place, you have squeezed it dry, not to mention the ink ingots, give a sachet to deduct and search, and tomorrow this fairy aunt will go back to Xie Yatou."

"Go ahead, support."

"Ouyang Lianghan!" Miao Si's eyes widened: "You really don't want this fairy girl?" ”

"You said it yourself."

"That's okay, you have to make some compensation, this fairy Gu can't go in vain, and give up the position to other female monsters for nothing."

Ouyang Rong didn't bother to pay attention to her, Miao Si waved his hand on the desk for a while, and looked back at the honest sword box that didn't move at all:

"Ouyang Lianghan, what is the real name of this new Ding Sword?"

"Craftsmanship."

"Craftsmanship...... Artisan Dao vein...... Coincidence or deliberate. Miao Si chewed for a while: "Interesting." ”

She asked:

"It didn't take long to get out of the oven. Doesn't that mean that you are the first sword master? ”

Ouyang Rong was noncommittal, and asked rhetorically:

"What about the first sword master."

Thoughtful:

"Generally, the first sword master is wronged, and without the efforts of his predecessors, it is difficult to find the ...... of the Ding Sword Divine Power"

"Huh." He shook his head.

Miao Si immediately asked cautiously:

"Hey, this tone, so this magic power made by the Ding swordsmith, Ouyang Lianghan, you have figured it out?"

"Why are you asking so much?"

"Curious."

"Then tell me first, didn't you say that you had seen other Great Sword Immortal followers? What are they, do you know the whereabouts of some sword techniques, and what are the other Ding swords like? ”

"Stingy." Miao Si's eyes rolled, and she excused: "If you don't say pull down, this fairy aunt won't say anything, suffocate you." ”

"Whatever you want."

Seeing that Ouyang Rong really ignored her topic, Miao Si tilted his head and took the initiative to say:

"This craftsman doesn't look like a sword."

Ouyang Rong suddenly said: "The sword is not a sword, and the ding is not a ding." ”

Miaosi touched his chin:

"Sure enough, since the Ding Sword came out, these swordsmiths who have made Dao veins have begun to become more and more outrageous, and the swords they have forged have departed from the standard sword type."

"What do you mean?"

Ouyang Rong frowned, and immediately reacted and asked:

"Which sword is it?

"And you mean to say that the Ding swords before it were all standard sword types?"

Miao Si didn't nod or shake her head, and muttered in a low voice:

"It's a sword without a hilt, except that it doesn't have a hilt, it's all the same......

"From the back of it, the more the swordsmith made the tripod sword became more and more out of shape.

"It's good now, not only does you have no hilt, but there is only one sword body left...... A curved surface?

"Tsk, killing people is really neat, the appearance of the first few Ding swords is too serious, good-looking and good-looking, but there are still some ...... that affect the killing power"

Ouyang Rong was thoughtful, and was ready to ask again.

The idea has slipped away.

It was when he didn't pay attention that he picked up a sachet with difficulty, turned his head and ran.

When she looked closely, she was handy with goose yellow sachets.

"This looks like a bad woman, I helped you deal with it, and you have to thank me for pinching it."

Muttering, Xiao Mojing hugged the "new bed", ran back to the closet, closed the door to sleep, and entered the new bed.

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips, and he was no longer interested in teaching a little guy a craftsman.

He stuffed the rest of the sachet into the sword box.

"I can't see if I can kill you."

Ouyang Rong slapped the sword box with his big hand.

Then, put the sword case in place, turn your head and go to sleep.

However, before falling asleep, Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and entered the merit pagoda and looked at the small wooden fish.

[Merit: 3,821]

"It's finally going up...... Thanks to Rong Zhen's side, as well as Ah Li, they all contributed some merits. There were only about 2,000 left. ”

In fact, the merit of this period of rising is not only these two items, but also other scattered items.

At present, he holds the two major constructions of the folding wing canal and the double-peak tip excavation canal, as well as the Donglin Giant Buddha that will be built in the future.

Although after they are built, they generally no longer have to skyrocket too much at once.

But it is a trickle of water and a long stream, and it continues to come in.

Over time, there is naturally a lot.

Ouyang Rong has now used these two construction contributions, like a long stream of merit points, as the automatic regeneration of the little wooden fish.

All in all, holding these two guarantees for earning merit, and then brushing up some merit from time to time, is really cool, and the merit recovery is not slow.

Ouyang Rong let out a long breath, withdrew from the Meritorious Pagoda, and buried his head in sleep......

For Qin Ying's help that day, Ouyang Rong always wanted to find an opportunity to thank him.

It's a pity that there will be no time to meet in the next few days.

Soon, an important matter was transmitted back, attracting Ouyang Rong's full attention.

In the evening of this day, Xie Lingjiang came to the Huaiye Lane Mansion and had dinner with Ouyang Rong and Zhen Shuyuan.

As soon as she entered the table, she suddenly took out an envelope and handed it to Ouyang Rong.

"Tan Lang, Father's urgent letter."

"For me?"

"Hmm."

Ouyang Rong took the letter, the wax seal was intact, he opened the envelope and browsed the stationery.

Xie Lingjiang, Zhen Shuyuan, as well as Ye Weilai, Ban Xi and other careful maids, suddenly saw that Tan Lang, who was reading the letter, frowned at first, and then quickly smoothed it out, calmly folded the letter paper, and handed it to Xie Lingjiang.

The latter immediately lowered his eyes and read the letter carefully.

Less.

"Another lieutenant? Sent by Empress Wei. She frowned.

"Well, according to the teacher, the master has already helped to speak about the postponement, and there is also the letter of His Majesty's henchman, the female official Rong Zhen...... This is already one of the best results of doing your best. ”

Ouyang Rong calmly picked up the rice bowl, lowered his head to pick up the rice, and said vaguely:

"According to the master's statement, after Your Majesty got the news, he was a little unhappy at first, but then it may be that there were many people who spoke, but His Majesty didn't say much, and sent a lieutenant envoy to come and inspect it."

Xie Lingjiang frowned:

"Who is the envoy, do we know each other?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "I don't know." ”

"Okay."

Between the two, they fell into silence.

Until Xie Lingjiang put down his rice bowl, he couldn't help frowning and said:

"According to past experience, the envoys are generally eunuchs and eunuchs, and I don't know if this is the one who came back or if it was a Khufu ......."

"If it's Hu Zhong's envoy, it's better to say." Ouyang Rong muttered to himself.

The two looked at each other silently......

Sure enough, within two days, the Jiangzhou Hall received official documents from Luoyang one after another, as well as the specific attitude of the imperial court.

His Majesty and the princes of the Government Hall agreed in principle to the postponement of the Donglin Giant Buddha for three months, but they would send a personal envoy of the Son of Heaven to understand the situation and assist in the construction of the Giant Buddha.

I'm on my way right now.

"Ming Mansion, what does Your Majesty mean by this, haven't you already agreed? Why did you send someone over? ”

In the main hall, Yan Liulang asked with a frown.

"So, it's in principle." Ouyang Rong sighed.

"This is airborne, don't you believe in our side?"

Yan Rokuro couldn't help but ask.

Ouyang Rong was silent, knocked his fingers on the table, thought for a while, stood up, and prepared to go out.

"Where is the Ming Mansion going?" Yan Liulang asked.

"Let's go, go to Rong Nushi and ask, she may have also received the news, and she may know more."

Ouyang Rong didn't reply.

(End of chapter)