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Chapter 523 Liang Han is not sleeping either

"Ouyang Lianghan, didn't I hear that you are not good at poetry?"

"That's right. Silly mouth."

"What does being stupid have to do with this?"

"It's okay, let's talk casually... Rong Nushi, they are playing Fei Hua Ling, why don't you go and pick it up?"

"A bunch of drunkards, not going."

"It's impossible to say that the owner of Dielianhua is inside."

"Let's go and have a look. If it doesn't work, help me pick her up."

"I've already told you that I'm stupid..."

Xunyang City, in Xingzifang, is in the courtyard of a mansion that occupies a large area.

A poetry meeting was being held, and there were all kinds of literati and arty wealthy businessmen at the table.

On the stage of the small bridge, flowing water and rockery landscape built in the center of the courtyard, there is a group of graceful dancers dancing in lotus steps.

In the corner of the stage, Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen were dressed as ordinary guests. They were quite low-key and looked on with cold eyes at the audience, as well as the literary talents among them.

Rong Zhenzao is a futou wearing ordinary men's clothing.

Ouyang Rong also dressed in a low-key style, wearing a simple robe and a futou.

The two of them stood on the edge of the group of literati playing Feihua Ling and looked at them coldly.

Perhaps it was because Rong Zhen was pretending to be a man and had a cold face about owing money, but from the beginning to the end, no one was cheering or interacting with the two of them.

Rong Zhen turned his head and glanced at Ouyang Rong, who was watching the fun and drinking seriously.

In the evening, she found Ouyang Rong and told him about Lin Cheng. At the same time, she also revealed that she had often visited similar extravagant and boring poetry clubs recently, looking for the owner of the Dielian Flower.

Unexpectedly, Ouyang Rong, who had always been uninterested in this matter, also came over and vowed to pat his chest and said that this is what Jiangzhou Sima should do.

Half-heartedly, I brought him here.

But the premise is that it cannot affect her work, and Ouyang Rong agreed.

At this moment, Rong Zhen already regretted bringing him here.

"Have you seen enough?"

Rong Zhen asked expressionlessly.

Ouyang Rong looked with great interest at the few literati who had received Fei Hua Ling. He couldn't bear to take his eyes back and said:
"Shh, don't make any noise...Okay, that's right!"

He suddenly followed the crowd in front of him and applauded, cheering for several talented people.

Rong Zhen turned and left.

Ouyang Rong, who was applauding vigorously, seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. The next second he immediately turned around and chased Rong Zhen, switching back to the "Female Historian's little follower" mode.

"Why are you leaving so quickly? They haven't finished fighting yet..."

"Can you see Wenqi?"

Rong Zhen turned around and asked angrily.

"Uh, no."

"Then what are you looking at?"

Rong Zhen frowned and said in a cold tone:

"I'm here to look for traces of the thief. The Feihua Order is boring. I looked at it and found that there is no corresponding politeness. If you don't leave, why are you staying? Are you staying for dinner?"

Ouyang Rong smiled.

Say yes with your mouth.

Rong Zhen looked up and down at Ouyang Rong's attire for a relaxed and low-key trip tonight.

"You have changed." She said suddenly.

"What has changed?"

"Why are you interested in these arty poetry clubs?"

"What's so arty? Why can't I be elegant?"

Rong Zhen had a straight face and stretched out his ruthless hand:
"Then you can compose a poem for me to read. Doggerel doesn't count. It's not arty. It should be better than me."

Ouyang Rong glanced at her narrowed eyes and white hands, and said seriously:
"I can't do it. I'm afraid of doing it. Rong Nvshi will feel tormented when she finds out that I'm the owner of Dielianhua."

Rong Zhen snorted coldly:

"I'm so tormented in my heart, just do it, it'll be okay, the master of Dielianhua is the master of Dielianhua, I will chop you to death with one palm. If I burn the poems to you, it will be regarded as the most benevolent thing."

Ouyang Rong smiled.

Rong Zhen shook his head and stopped joking.

After staring at Ouyang Rong who was looking around at the poetry gathering for a while, he asked coldly:
"Weren't you not interested in these things before? Why are you suddenly so motivated today? Are you like Yuan Huaimin who used to be the Sima of Jiangzhou?"

Ouyang Rong first ran to grab a fruit plate from the maid's hand. While eating the fruit, he handed it to Rong Zhen and said vaguely:

"Laugh at Brother Huaimin, understand Brother Huaimin, become Brother Huaimin, and surpass Brother Huaimin."

Rong Zhen didn't smile, looked at him and said:

"It seems that this time of refusing to demote an official and building a statue in Xingzifang has indeed had a great impact on you.

"In the past... I always felt that you behaved like an incomparably sharp sword. You would rather break than give in. You would strike down whatever you encountered and move forward without hesitation... You are cool and unrestrained, but you feel quite calm and boring.

"Look now... Ouyang Lianghan, it turns out that you are also a human being, and you are also depressed. When you try to cheer up and find comfort, you are more flesh and blood. Well, it is quite interesting."

There seemed to be a slight fluctuation in the cold voice, but it was hidden.

When Ouyang Rong heard this, he immediately patted his chest and swallowed the pulp, waved his hands and said with a bitter smile:

"Don't sympathize with me. Rong Nushi can't do this trick of overflowing maternal sympathy. I'm not as miserable as you said. It's just that I have nothing to do now, and Lin Cheng has come to find you and wants you to test me. , and at the same time, I also want you to keep an eye on me, Rong Nu Shi, what else do you think I can do? Continue to interfere in the affairs of Jiangzhou Hall and exceed my authority to obstruct?

"In less than half a month, His Majesty in Luoyang will be able to see your name on the imperial record again."

Ouyang Rong shook his head.

"Motherhood? Overflowing sympathy? What does this word mean? You say I am your mother?" Rong Zhen asked confused.

Ouyang Rong didn't answer.

Rong Zhen immediately put on a serious face and corrected:

"I have not helped Lin Cheng, and he is not qualified to order me. I have no intention of supervising you."

"I know, I know."

Ouyang Rong smiled and nodded.

Rong Zhen was silent for a while, "But I understand his little thoughts."

She reached out, took the fruit plate, took a small bite, and then said:

"However, you were also very cooperative with me and did not cause me any difficulties."

Ouyang Rong wanted to say a few words of courtesy.

Rong Zhen immediately changed the topic:
"There's something."

"speak."

"I have inquired that Yuan Huaimin used to live in Luoyang, Chang'an, and was well-known for his poetry and articles in the literary world of the Zhou Dynasty. Later, he experienced a certain turmoil and was demoted to Xunyang City, but his poems were no longer seen. Why?"

"I don't want to do it. Are you still doubting him? Didn't Lin Cheng ask Brother Huaimin for a pair of calligraphy treasures last time?"

"It's true that there is a calligraphy treasure, but with just one painting and some prompts, it is difficult to show the literary style. If you are a master, it is easy to disguise... The owner of Dielianhua has not been found for a long time. I don't rule out whether he was tricked into it. Yes, I suspect that this thief may also have some cover-up methods, and his literary talent is not so easy to leak..."

"So what does Lady Shi mean?"

"Currently, Liu Zilin is the primary suspect, but we have to prevent it from being dark under the lamp. After much thought, I need to investigate Yuan Huaimin again. I have to find a way to get a poem and article written by Yuan Huaimin himself. …”

Rong Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "By the way, Ouyang Lianghan, do you have the poetry manuscript he gave me?"

"No. There used to be a painting of a lady that he carried on the umbrella, but then the umbrella was lost." He said truthfully. "Okay, then I'm here..." The cold and cold girl in palace attire muttered to herself.

Ouyang Rong raised his head and drank, listening to Feihua Ling not far away without commenting.

……

Late at night, the poems will disperse.

Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen separated.

Because of the curfew, I was unable to return to Xunyangfang.

Ouyang Rong, who was planning to stay at the inn, suddenly turned around and walked towards Chengtian Temple.

When he arrived at Chengtian Temple, Ouyang Rong knocked on the door without saying anything.

"Who are you, staying up late at night?"

Yuan Huaimin, with disheveled hair similar to that of a female ghost and sleepy eyes with deep bags under his eyes, opened the courtyard door in confusion and dissatisfaction.

"Brother Lianghan? What time is it? Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

He looked up at the sky and complained.

Ouyang Rong nodded in relief: "Huai Min is still awake."

After saying that, he walked past Yuan Huaimin and walked into the courtyard.

"...??"

Yuan Huaimin had a look of resentment on his face: "Liang Han said this, won't his conscience feel a little painful?"

Ouyang Rong showed no guilt on his face. He walked around the yard first, then took two bottles of wine with his friends and ran to the nearby Xingzi Lake to enjoy the night view.

Yuan Huaimin had a good temper. After all, he had wine, so his attention was diverted, and his anger quickly subsided. Ouyang Rong is like a scumbag.

The two of them had a drink together.

After a while of tossing, Ouyang Rong seemed to be sleepy. He put his hands on his sleeves, got into the master bedroom, occupied the bed, and fell asleep.

The drunk Yuan Huaimin was stunned for a moment, looking at the back of Ouyang Rong who had been dragging him out for most of the day and then turned his back on the guests. He cursed and turned around and went to the study to spend the night.

Just as he passed the desk, he suddenly stopped and walked around in front of the desk.

Yuan Huaimin looked dazed, patted his forehead, took out a booklet, and wrote while muttering.

"It's a disservice to my friend, it's a disservice to my friend to let you say that I haven't slept either..."

Overnight, I felt sleepy, threw away the pen and paper, and fell asleep.

Early the next morning.

Yuan Huaimin got up in a hurry and rushed to the Jiangzhou lobby for duty.

Ouyang Rong was more leisurely and slept until early in the morning before slowly leaving Chengtian Temple where he was drunk last night.

Arriving at the Jiangzhou lobby, everyone saw Ouyang Rong, who was late for the first time and left early, with a surprised expression on his face as if he had seen a ghost. Many people rubbed their eyes hard.

Yuan Huaimin was on duty on time? Ouyang Lianghan is late? Are you sure you didn't do it backwards?
What is against Tiangang?

Seeing Ouyang Rong slowly sitting down in the seat opposite, Yuan Huaimin, who was busy doing business and taking a break to wipe his sweat, suddenly felt inexplicably sad, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

It's like having something dear and dear to you taken away.

But the most damning thing is that he was going to oversleep today. It was Ouyang Rong who woke up reflexively after he arrived. He first shook Yuan Huaimin awake, and then when he hurried out and charged at the dead line, Ouyang Rong fell over. I went back to sleep alone...

Before Yuan Huaimin could feel sad about spring and autumn, a cold and cold girl in palace clothes suddenly came to his door.

Behind her was a large group of female officials, who seemed to be coming with bad intentions.

All the officials looked sideways.

"Master Female History?" Yuan Huaimin was confused.

"Yuan Huaimin, come with me. Let's go to the side hall next door."

"Ah. Oh oh oh."

Yuan Huaimin was very honest and hurried to follow.

Behind him in the main hall, Ouyang Rong lowered his head to eat sesame cakes without raising his eyelids. At a certain moment, after finishing the sesame cakes, he reached into his sleeve and touched a small and honest ink stick in his sleeve... …

Half an hour later, at a table in the side hall, Rong Zhen, who had arrived aggressively today, had a strange expression.

She was holding a pamphlet in her hand. Across the table, Yuan Huaimin was scratching his head and waiting.

The female officials and officials around them were watching them curiously.

On the table between the two of them, there is a newly written short essay.

Yuan Huaimin vaguely remembered that he had written it casually last night. When Rong Zhen had just asked for it on a business trip, he was forced to take it out and write it again in front of the female historian.

The surrounding melon-eating people came forward to watch and marveled.

"Remember the night trip to Chengtian Temple?"

There was a middle-aged official who was curious and said softly on behalf of everyone who was immersed in browsing:
"...I undressed and was about to fall asleep. When the moonlight entered the house, I happily set off. Those who think about nothingness and find happiness...Liang Han also did not go to bed, and we walked together in the atrium...The court below was as empty as accumulated water, with algae and waterlilies in the water. The intersection is covered with bamboo and cypress shadows... What night is there without the moon? But there are few idle people like the two of us..."

Rong Zhen pursed her lips. What she was more concerned about was that it was not the elegant character of the owner of Die Lianhua.

But what impressed the surrounding officials was the power of this article. The more they thought about it, the more interesting it became.

"Hey, what a 'but there are few idle people like me and my ears'..."

"I think the sentence 'Liang Han was not sleeping yet, we met walking in the atrium' is more interesting. Haha, now I know that Yuan Changshi and Ouyang Sima have a close personal relationship. They can come to chat in the middle of the night without getting their shoes thrown at them. …”

"That's right, this Wen Yuan Chang Shi is truly a gifted poet, with a wonderful hand..."

Rong Zhen looked expressionless and returned the pamphlet, thus eliminating Yuan Huaimin's suspicion.

However, when she heard someone's name appearing in the article, she frowned slightly and looked at Ouyang Rong, who was eating melon not far away.

The latter looked at her innocently and shrugged his shoulders, as if he didn't expect that he had made soy sauce in Yuan Huaimin's article.

Not long after, as Rong Zhen's suspicion about Yuan Huaimin was eliminated, the big disturbance in the morning spread quickly.

Yuan Huaimin's song "Night Tour of Chengtian Temple" quietly spread throughout the romantic places of Xunyang City.

In the next few days, not only was it a romantic place, but many scholars and literati in Xunyang City spontaneously circulated it, and the manuscript became popular in the streets, teahouses, and booksellers.

Even the momentum of fermentation seems to be not limited to Xunyang City in Jiangzhou, but is rapidly spreading to the entire Shilin in the south of the Yangtze River.

Comments from a well-known literary person who lives in Kuanglu:

Although this short article has only eighty-four words, at first glance, it seems to be a straightforward narrative, very plain, more like keeping a running account. But the more prosaic a small article like this is, the more it can be told in a eloquent way, like flowing clouds and flowing water, the more it reflects the author's skill. The profound meaning in the plainness makes people want to put it down, and the more they read, the more interesting it becomes... The evaluation received a round of applause and approval.

In addition, a certain sentence in this essay is also deeply topical.

It involves a certain popular figure in the official circles of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

It is the joke that "the good man is not sleeping yet".

In addition, the news about Jiangzhou Sima Ouyang Lianghan's unprecedented late arrival and early departure has spread.

At the same time, some people saw him appearing in some poetry gatherings one after another...

For a time, everyone was talking about Ouyang Lianghan's attitude towards him after he was demoted against the imperial decree. It became a hot topic that was as popular as "Night Tour at Chengtian Temple", or even exceeded it.

Yang Lianghan, who refuses to obey the imperial edict, is going to start touring the mountains and rivers, expressing his love for the mountains and rivers, and is he showing off?
However, there were not many voices of disdain in the public opinion field in Jiangzhou. Instead, many colleagues who were also demoted to Xunyangcheng showed some sympathy for each other.

This move aroused the sympathy of most people.

You see, an outspoken minister who dared to remonstrate was forced to look like this.

However, this can be regarded as a Confucian tradition. When you are successful, you should enter the world with some actions.

There was nothing to blame, and many frustrated scholars were aggrieved on his behalf, feeling indignant that treacherous ministers were in power and the government was neglected.

At the same time, by the way, most of the people's doubts about the series of abnormal events in Ouyang Lianghan's resignation as the commander of the Chinese Army Battalion were eliminated.

What other impacts are there?
Maybe from now on, the people of Zhou Dynasty, well, and many people for a long time in the future will know that someone did not go to bed on a certain day and night in a certain year, a certain month, and a certain day and night.

Is it also considered a different kind of leaving a name?
(End of this chapter)