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Chapter 524: Lady Shi is a bit cute (Happy May Day, please vote for me~)

Jiangzhou lobby.

The publication of the song "Night Journey to Chengtian Temple" made Yuan Huaimin become the focus of officials inexplicably.

After Rong Zhen returned the pamphlet Yuan Huaimin carried with him, he led a group of female officials out to leave.

The atmosphere is no longer as solemn as before.

Rong Zhen is actually not very proficient in poetry and articles. She only focuses on literary style.

In the main hall, Ouyang Rong stood up. Instead of congratulating and praising Yuan Huaimin with his colleagues, he walked out silently and saw Rong Zhen off.

The pretty face of the cold and cold girl in palace clothes turned serious.

Arriving at the entrance of the Jiangzhou lobby and preparing to leave, Rong Zhen stopped.

She looked back and warned sternly:

Rong Zhen asked with a frown.

At this point, Rong Zhen's harsh words became slightly softer, and he looked at Ouyang Rong and said:

"Ouyang Lianghan, in terms of what I have learned most from my trip to Jiangzhou and out of the palace, this world needs someone to immerse themselves in doing practical things, and you are such a person. I believe that the world needs people."

"If you don't have money, you can find someone to defraud you of your money, and you can return the defrauded money to me, okay?" she muttered.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and poked the little outlaw's arrogant little forehead with his finger:
"Look, is this what people say?"

"As expected of the man who threatened to create a world-famous work in front of my aunt, come on."

“We are doing real things and don’t use words or show off.

After bidding farewell to Yuan Huaimin and arriving at a deserted place, wonderful thoughts that he couldn't hold back jumped out from Ouyang Rong's sleeves.

He chuckled a little.

"Did you see it! Damn it, it's so awesome. Damn it, it turns out this is my strength... It seems I was too humble before."

"Talk about money hurt feelings."

"Go to bed early and get up early, don't fool around. By the way, who is a serious person who stays up in the middle of the night and writes this thing? Well, can a person who stays up in the middle of the night be a serious person?"

"No, talking about relationships hurts money. It's better not to hurt money."

She paused for a moment, seemingly seeing the confused look on Ouyang Rong's face, and continued with a serious look:
"My intention is not to say that Yuan Sima is not a good character, but because you have a different approach from them. They may write exquisite poems and articles, and their words may sound pleasant, but they are of no use to the country.

The little girl in Confucian attire spreads out her hands, her face is so small that there is no emotion:

"Brother Lianghan."

In the side hall, Yuan Huaimin looked at this amazing little prose in front of him. Under the congratulations from his colleagues, he couldn't help but fall into a little hard thinking.

"I have seen this type of Confucian scholars and scholars in Luoyang. The saints kept many of them in and outside the palace, and they specialized in writing flashy and magnificent articles.

Ouyang Rong smiled and nodded in approval:

Seeing Ouyang Rong passing by the door, Yuan Huaimin threw away his colleagues with a "whoosh" sound, slipped out, and grabbed Ouyang Rong's sleeve.

"But, Ouyang Lianghan, you and I are different from them.

"Then if you owe it, it's considered a loan."

Is the female historian afraid that he will be envious and deviate from the original path he took after seeing Yuan Huaimin's exquisite article "Excellent Hands Occasionally Gained" that is so highly praised, so she gives a few words of warning?
"What are you doing? Do you hear me?"

"I agree with you on this point."

"It's good to know."

"And the most negative example is the owner of Dielianhua. His poetic talent has nothing to do with his character. He hides in the dark and does shameless things...

Miao Si asked with a serious face: "You are not a human being, aren't you already cheating money?"

"If I remember correctly, you are still at a low level in Qi refining. If you don't want what happened that day in Huang Xuan's courtyard to happen again, you must improve your strength as soon as possible and take advantage of the fact that Jiangzhou Sima is currently serving as a temporary post.

"Ouyang Lianghan, water conservancy projects such as Zheyi Canal and Shuangfengjian are the right way to not waste your talents, so you should avoid them."

"Ms. Shi's earnest words are a bit...cute."

Ouyang Rong nodded seriously and summed up:

He rubbed his face and turned back to Jiangzhou lobby.

"Of course, there may be some arrogant and noble people among them, and Yuan Huaimin may be better than them. Moreover, this article "Remembering a Night Tour of Chengtian Temple" is good to me, even though I don't read much. It's a gift from my master. His literary talent is outstanding. Well, I believe he will be liked by many beauties...

"I heard it, I heard it."

"So, this time you are demoted, you are frustrated. How can a man always have smooth sailing? You can be allowed to be a little frustrated, but you are disappointed. There is no need to hang out with scribes like Yuan Huaimin who claim to be elegant and aloof. Even if you get close, Later, I was able to leave a name in their poems and songs, but so what, it was just a passing thought.

As Ouyang Rong listened, he couldn't help but glance more at Rong Zhen, who spoke to him with some serious words, and raised his brows.

"what happened?"

At the gate, Ouyang Rong watched her disappear around the corner with the female officials who were guarding her.

The cold-hearted girl in palace clothes snorted lightly and turned away.

"I didn't sleep at all. I couldn't sleep at night, so I just practiced Qi in the house and didn't hang out with Yuan Huaimin and the others.

"Give me the money. Thanks to this fairy lady for helping you transfer your literary energy this time."

"I'm borrowing from you, borrowing, not cheating." He corrected.

"Huh, borrow? Borrowing money means defrauding friends. Then it's better to just defraud outsiders."

"..."

Ouyang Rong sighed: "What you say makes sense."

Miao Si put her hands on her hips and said proudly:
"No matter what, if you don't pay back what you owe this time, don't think that I will help you next time. We have to settle the account. Do you understand? This is a matter of principle. We must prevent someone from bullying others. I am not a soft persimmon." , Do you know, do you know..."

Little Mo Jing, who loves money more than anything else, repeatedly emphasized that Ouyang Rong had no choice but to nod: "Okay, okay, IOU first, wait for a few days..."

Why do you feel like this little guy is getting harder and harder to fool?

Soon, two days passed.

"Remembering a Night Tour of Chengtian Temple" continued to ferment in Xunyang City, was widely circulated, and aroused heated discussions.

In particular, one of the lines, "The good man has not gone to bed yet," has many people wondering whether he is really not going to bed or is he pretending not to go to bed? Could it be that he was woken up by a bad friend in the middle of his sleep?

This morning, Ouyang Rong was still late.

Because of the incident of "Liang Han has not gone to bed", many Xunyang poetry societies are now taking the initiative to extend an olive branch to Ouyang Rong and invite him to participate.

Ouyang Rong couldn't refuse, so he chose some large-scale poetry gatherings and went to discuss them with Rong Zhen before selectively participating. This also caused him to arrive late and leave early frequently during the day.

Anyway, this kind of life makes Yuan Huaimin extremely enthusiastic.

Wait, why is it that the poems he wrote with so much luck made Lianghan the biggest focus, stealing the limelight instead of him who had no time to go to poetry gatherings? Damn it, unfair!
Faced with the sad looks from time to time from his friends, Ouyang Rong could do nothing to help him except patting him on the shoulder with a sigh, encouraging him to do a good job in his long term, and giving him some mental comfort.

In the morning, in the lobby of Jiangzhou, Ouyang Rong arrived late with a piece of sesame cake in his mouth. As soon as he walked in, he met Li Dalang who was about to leave.

"Hey, Dalang, why are you here? Are you here before me?"

Li Dalang couldn't help but look sideways: "I didn't expect the rumors to be true. Tan Lang is late every day now."

Ouyang Rong looked calm and ate the cake without saying a word.

Li Dalang coughed and pointed to the door:
"Ahem, come here for a walk and see you guys. By the way, I have something else to do. I'll take my leave now..." "Wait a minute."

Ouyang Rong stopped him, nodded calmly and said:
"I just came here. Liulang has been at the west city gate these past two mornings, supervising the maintenance of the dilapidated city tower, and he is not here either... So who did you come to see?"

Li Dalang scratched his head: "No wonder I just looked around and couldn't see you guys, haha."

Ouyang Rong glanced at his silly expression, changed the topic and asked:

"Wait for me, I haven't been to Yunshui Pavilion for a long time. Let's go there together later and have tea and chat."

Li Dalang looked embarrassed, "Tan Lang, I won't go to Yunshui Pavilion now. I have something to do today. Why don't we make an appointment another day and talk somewhere else."

Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows slightly, "Okay."

After a pause, he couldn't help but ask:
"Why have you changed your behavior now? You don't even go to Yunshui Pavilion. After being taught a lesson by your uncle and aunt, have you learned a lesson?"

"hey-hey."

Li Dalang scratched his head and laughed, and before Ouyang Rong could ask again, he had already fled.

Ouyang Rong stood in front of the door and watched him go away.

After a while, he turned around and walked straight in. In the main hall, he found Yuan Huaimin, who was immersed in his work. Without being wordy, he asked calmly:
"Yuan Changshi, did you come to see you when we were leaving just now?"

"Li Biejia? Oh, that's right. He just came to say that he admired my latest article and asked for a copy of the manuscript of "A Night Tour of Chengtian Temple". I couldn't refuse, so I tore off the page of the manuscript and gave it to him.

"I didn't expect Biejia to be interested in this." He sighed with emotion.

"Is there anything else?" Ouyang Rong asked again.

"Gone."

"it is good."

Ouyang Rong nodded in understanding, walked back to his seat, and at a certain moment, whispered softly:

"It's so good. Why does Dalang want the manuscript?"

For a long time, I really couldn't figure it out, so I put the matter behind me for the time being.

……

Xingzifang.

Inside Chengtian Temple, near Xingzi Lake, there was a lot of heat and dust.

Laborers working hard to move bricks, people forced to relocate, monks with sad faces, and stern officials who arrogantly commanded the demolition of old houses to make room for statues.

A scene of all beings.

In a temporarily requisitioned house not far from the Donglin Giant Buddha construction camp.

Lin Cheng and Wang Lengran were sitting in a relatively quiet and empty hall. They were handling inquiries from officials outside, drinking tea and waiting for something.

After a while, the two of them saw Wei Shaoqi coming angrily.

"What's the matter, Third Young Master?"

"Third Young Master, what happened?"

Seeing Lin Cheng's calm face, Wei Shaoqi tried his best to hold it in and waved absentmindedly:
"It's okay, it's okay, let's talk about business."

Wei Shaoqi couldn't tell him directly. Is that damn brat Li Dalang sneaking in to poach him again?
I don’t know why he has so many clever ideas. He bypassed some of the guards who had become lax recently and found Wei Anhui. He chatted with her for a few words and gave her a bullshit gift, saying it was a gift in return for her last gift of returning her clothes. .

Wei Shaoqi suddenly darkened his face.

When he received the news later, he ran to catch Li Dalang on the spot and drove Li Dalang away angrily.

I guess you can run away fast! His grandma’s!

If it weren't for the bottom line set by Wang Shuliang and Wang Shuliang, Wei Shaoqi would have wanted to tear Li Dalang in half on the spot and throw them into the Xunyang River to feed the fish.

Wei Shaoqi sat down and drank two cups of herbal tea in a row. After a while, he saw the manuscript of "A Night Tour in Chengtian Temple" that Lin Cheng and Wang Lengran were passing around.

He blushed again.

But it was inconvenient to have an attack in front of Lin Cheng.

Because the return gift that brat gave to Wei Anhui just now was the so-called original manuscript of "Night Tour of Chengtian Temple".

It just so happened that his cousin had been fond of poetry, songs, and poems when she was in Luoyang, and loved to read books about talented people and beauties. Although she was not proficient in it, wasn't that what a young lady like this was good for?
To some extent, it has the attributes of an artistic girl who is sad about spring and autumn.

It just so happened that in the past few days, "Night Tour of Chengtian Temple" and "Liang Han Didn't Go to Sleep" were very famous in Xunyang City, and it was impossible for my cousin not to have heard of them.

Qiniang must have liked this article very much. Before Wei Shaoqi came here, she had criticized and educated her. She also wanted to forcibly confiscate it, but Wei Anhui almost made Wei Anhui cry. In the end, she had no choice but to give up and hurriedly coaxed her with a black face. Leave.

In his mind, he put the blame on Li Dalang's head and rushed over angrily.

"It doesn't matter if it's not a big deal. In fact, sometimes you don't have to pay too much attention to trivial matters. Business matters are more important. A real man should put his career first."

Lin Cheng was concerned and suggested seriously.

"All right."

Wei Shaoqi nodded perfunctorily.

Now, with his originally unruly personality, he didn't dare to look at Lin Cheng. He always felt that Brother Lin's head was a bit green...

"What are you reading? Why is it this bullshit article again? What's so interesting about it?"

Wei Shaoqi spoke unhappily.

Wang Lengran, who had been praising in a low voice not long ago, immediately nodded and agreed:

"That's right, it's just a matter of romance. This Yuan Huaimin is a small talent, and it is of no use to the big things. Don't worry about it."

Lin Cheng lowered his eyes and folded the manuscript carefully.

"However, I have to admit that this man has the style of a great man. It is a pity that he has a literary talent as a governor of Jiangzhou. I really like the two sentences of entering the house under the moonlight and setting off happily. The few numbers are so concise, and they are cause and effect for each other... …”

He nodded, then shook his head:
"If you think about it carefully, the beauty of this article actually comes from the truth between the lines. The words are simple and meaningful, and the words are clear and flowing. It should be the real scene of that night."

Wei Shaoqi snorted coldly and was noncommittal.

"It doesn't matter which way he goes, don't seek death like Ouyang Lianghan, just use the mantis' arms as a chariot."

Wang Lengran waved his hands impatiently, turned his eyes and said:

"The real scene... Third Young Master, Young Master Lin, and Ouyang Lianghan, what do you think? Lianghan is still awake, and he is slacking off at work and focusing on the poetry meeting. Could it be that this guy is really depressed?"

"It shouldn't be considered a failure." Lin Cheng said softly: "But so far, it seems that it is indeed honest. It is a little different from our expected counterattack. We thought he came back to cause another wave of trouble."

Wei Shaoqi's eyes were still suspicious: "Why don't I believe that he can change his gender?"

"Well, it's possible that there's a trick."

Lin Cheng narrowed his eyes and whispered:
"Just watch it first, don't take him lightly."

"Makes sense."

Wei Shaoqi suddenly put down his tea cup and said:

"The latest news from the palace is that the head of Donglin Buddha is on the way, and my father is sending people to transport it secretly..."

(End of this chapter)