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Chapter 642 Women's Intuition [Seeking monthly votes! ]

Ouyang Rong returned to his residence in Huaiye Lane at noon.

I took Yuan Huaimin back with me.

After leaving the quiet courtyard in the morning, he went to find Yuan Huaimin first.

The first phase of the Qingyang Hengjie project has just been completed, and there are still many things that require handover and cooperation from Jiangzhou Lobby.

Ouyang Rong took Yuan Huaimin there in the morning and took another walk around.

Take this guy back for lunch at noon.

Yuan Huaimin would come to the Huaiye Lane mansion for a meal every three days. This was his old tradition of getting something for free from Brother Lianghan.

As soon as they returned to the residence in Huaiye Lane, Zhen Shuyuan, Wei Lai, Ban Xi and other maids surrounded them.

"Where did Tan Lang rest last night? In Yuan Changshi's courtyard?"

Zhen Shuyuan took Ouyang Rong's coat, hung it in front of the hanger, sniffed it calmly, and asked with a smile.

Ouyang Rong had someone inform Zhen Shuyuan in advance yesterday that she might not come back to rest.

The reason was that they would be attending a celebratory dinner hosted by Pei Shisan Niang and other Yang merchants, and might have to drink until very late. If they got drunk, they might as well spend the night at Xingzifang, so they were notified in advance so that they wouldn't have to wait.

This was one of the rare nights when he didn't go home to rest.

In the past, no matter how late he was, Ouyang Rong would always return to his residence in Huaiye Lane regardless of weather conditions.

Zhen Shuyuan and other female relatives had long been accustomed to this, but now the reason was clearly stated and he had informed them in advance, so even if the women were not used to it, they could not say much.

Because from a universal standard, when it comes to going home to spend the night, my husband is indeed a good man who can make men silent and women cry.

It’s just that there are always issues of concern that people are talking about.

I can only say that mature women have a very sharp intuition.

"No, Brother Huaimin's yard is a bit crowded and there are guests staying there. I live in a yard arranged by Pei Shisan Niang, not far from Chengtian Temple."

Ouyang Rong said softly.

Zhen Shuyuan said something extra: "I thought Tan Lang was staying at another good friend's house."

Yuan Huaimin, who had already sat down waiting for dinner, turned around curiously and glanced at Ouyang Rong when he heard this.

The latter did not respond, and asked with a smile:
"Aunt, did you hear the fireworks last night?"

"Is it over at Xingzifang? It's quite lively, coming and going."

"Those fireworks were set off at the dinner party hosted by Pei Shisan Niang and her friends. I also thought they were a bit noisy..."

Ouyang Rong took the lead and the few of them chatted about family matters.

Zhen Shuyuan pointed to the Confucian shirt hanging on the hanger at the door and asked:

"Whose clothes are these, Tan Lang?"

Ouyang Rong nodded: "Brother Huaimin's, the hangover is all due to the alcohol."

Yuan Huaimin was busy eating. He nodded and testified for him.

The clothes were indeed his. When Ouyang Rong came to see him early in the morning, he borrowed his bathroom to take a bath and also lent him clothes to wear.

Zhen Shuyuan glanced at the heartless eating tool Yuan Huaimin and asked:

"That Shisanniang Pei, you've arranged everything for the courtyard, but didn't you prepare any new clothes for the drunk Tan Lang?"

Ouyang Rong was helpless: "No one outside is as considerate as Auntie. You are overthinking it."

Zhen Shuyuan pursed her red lips, took a few bites of the food, and then said slowly:

"That's not necessarily the case. What if there is someone more considerate?"

Ouyang Rong looked at his nose with his eyes, and then at his heart with his nose, and did not respond.

After lunch, Yuan Huaimin was full and left with satisfaction.

Ouyang Rong wanted to stay in the Huaiye Lane residence for a nap, so he did not go with him and just saw him off.

At the gate, Zhen Shuyuan brought Ban Xi and other maids to see someone off, and by the way, returned Ouyang Rong's coat to Yuan Huaimin.

After watching the latter walk away, Zhen Shuyuan turned around, put away the smile on her face, and said to Ouyang Rong who was about to sneak back to Yinbingzhai:
"Tan Lang, let's not wear strangers' clothes next time. It's never good to owe someone a favor."

"Aunt, what you said makes sense. I have learned a lesson from you, nephew."

After agreeing verbally, Ouyang Rong was about to leave without saying a word.

"and many more."

Zhen Shuyuan, who had been watching him with calm eyes, suddenly called out to him.

"What's wrong, aunt?"

"Last time you said you would bring that good friend to attend my birthday party. Don't forget to tell Kankan in advance. After all, she will be the one making the arrangements. If you forget to tell her and Kankan doesn't prepare dishes and chopsticks in advance, then when the guests come, there will be no seats. It will be bad if you neglect them."

Ouyang Rong nodded:

"Thanks to my aunt for reminding me. I've been busy lately and almost forgot about it, but my aunt still cares about it."

"I only care about your mother's hairpin, and I don't care about anything else."

Zhen Shuyuan walked over, straightening Ouyang Rong's clothes, lowering her eyes, and muttering in a woman's nagging voice:

“You men are generous when giving gifts, but you are too shy to ask for them afterwards. But I am a young woman, and as your saints say, I am difficult to raise. So let me do it.

"As for other things, Tan Lang gave them away, but this hairpin is too special. It belongs to your mother's family, and even Qian Qian can't give it to her..."

Ouyang Rong suddenly interrupted:
"What if it really suits someone?"

"What do you mean?" Zhen Shuyuan was puzzled.

Ouyang Rong yawned and turned away:
"I feel tired after eating. I didn't sleep well last night. My nephew went back to catch up on his sleep."

Zhen Shu frowned, watching her nephew walk away with a strange look in his eyes. She stood there for a long time, muttering:
"What on earth is this kid up to?"

Yinbingzhai, study.

Ouyang Rong closed the door, walked to the desk, and let out a breath.

My aunt is so accomplished.

For this kind of mature woman, there is no need for a reason to doubt something, intuition is the best evidence.

There was a warning hidden in the words just now.

Ouyang Rong shook his head.

He first put away the Mohist sword box, bronze mask and other items he had brought back, and put them in the closet.

"Why are you back?"

When he opened the closet door, he discovered Xiao Mo's clever ideas.

The little guy was sitting on the ground, counting a stack of notes with his head down. No one knew where they came from, but he had saved so many.

When Ouyang Rong opened the closet, she quickly put them away, turned her back, and rolled her eyes at him:
"Not knocking is the most rude thing, bar none."

Ouyang Rong looked back at the room:

"This is my room."

Then he asked, "Why are you back? Junior Sister sent you back this morning." "Do you think everyone is as irresponsible as you?"

Miaosi hugged his chest and hummed.

Ouyang Rong smiled and didn't bother to argue with her.

I took out the [Night Pearl] from the sword box and went back to try it out as usual.

To no avail, he was put back.

Before leaving the bookcase, he touched the square seal again.

Ouyang Rong frowned.

This is Master Zhongma’s relic that Master Shandao gave to me when I came back from Donglin Temple last time. I don’t know what it is used for.

After studying it for a while, he put it back.

Looking up, he found that Miao Si was gone from the closet.

Turning around, he saw that the little guy was not at the desk either. Ouyang Rong looked around curiously and finally walked into the bedroom before he saw the little guy.

She jumped onto the clothes rack at some point, buried her little face in the clothes he had just taken off after entering the room, sniffed left and right, with a suspicious look on her face.

Ouyang Rong grabbed her by the back of the collar and lifted her up.

"What are you smelling?" he said sternly.

Miaosi's eyes rolled:
"Smell whether you have secretly hidden ink sticks."

"Who are you checking up on?" Ouyang Rong asked with his head tilted.

"No."

Miao Si was a little flustered, and shouted out in a hurry:
"Are you hiding something good? Otherwise, why don't you let me smell it?"

Ouyang Rong thought of the hidden painting of Peach Blossom Spring, coughed, put her down, and said casually:

"Indeed, there are other little ink spirits hiding outside. You should pack them up and move them out another day to make room for them."

Miao Si suddenly became anxious.

"How dare you, little Rongzi! I will bite you to death..."

……

Two days later.

Ouyang Rong was still worried about Chengtian Temple.

Dawn passed again halfway through, and I tried twice, but both times were fruitless.

After hesitating for a long time, Ouyang Rong did not let Yan Liulang wait any longer. He led the officers and soldiers directly over. On the pretext that someone had reported the private possession of the Yunmeng Yue Girl and the Yunmeng Order, he led people to search Chengtian Temple in a large-scale manner.

Nothing unexpected happened during the process, and of course the Yunmeng Order was not found.

After this incident, the Yue virgin is most likely no longer in this temple. Even if she is nearby, she will probably move away after hearing the news...

That afternoon, in the main hall of the Governor's Mansion, Ouyang Rong was handling official business and giving orders to his subordinates when Rong Zhen suddenly rushed over and called him out.

"Ouyang Lianghan, come out for a moment."

Yan Liulang, Chen You and other subordinate officials who were listening to the instructions of the Ming Mansion couldn't help but exchange glances, either chuckling or looking straight ahead.

Right now in Xunyang City, it is probably only this lady historian who dares to order Ouyang Rong around.

Although judging from the rank of position, the current lady historian is not qualified.

But everyone has gotten used to it. When Ouyang Rong was the Chief Secretary of Jiangzhou, the Lady Secretary would call her like this, and it became gossip in the Jiangzhou lobby.

At present, the two of them still maintain this normal state, which to some extent shows that they have a close relationship and do not need to care about the red tape after the promotion.

At work, they don't use titles but call each other by their names. People who have been in official circles naturally know what a special relationship this is.

Well, it is "special" because this is no longer a question of whether the relationship is "good" or not. If it is good, it is certainly good, but even if the relationship is very good, it is possible to openly call for official position to avoid suspicion.

To dare to call out names like this, without even trying to avoid it, it can only mean that at least one of them is so noble and special that they don't need to care about this and are not afraid of being criticized...

that's the truth.

Of course, there is actually another possibility, that is, preference between relatives or couples... But no one dares to think so, and even if they do think about it, they dare not say it...

But after witnessing it for a long time, many Jiangzhou officials could not help but feel envious.

This Ms. Rongzhen was the Ms. Caishang who once served the Empress personally. She once had the power to draft imperial edicts with a red pen. Now she is exiled to Jiangzhou. It is obvious that she came here to gain experience in government. Even though she is thousands of miles away from the capital, any word she says can reach the ears of the Emperor.

As we all know, the closer you are to the center of power, the greater the power you have, whether it is explicit or implicit.

This time, Sima Ouyang was able to be admitted to the academy as an exception and was promoted to a Bachelor of Literature, and concurrently served as the Governor of Jiangzhou. It could be said that the good words of this lady historian played a big role.

Sometimes, there is no need to deliberately say nice things. When the post of Jiangzhou chief is vacant and His Majesty is asking who can be used, a simple sentence "Ouyang Lianghan is okay" will be enough.

This Ms. Rong Zhen is also the head of all the female officials currently active in Jiangnan Province. She has tasks such as inspecting the Donglin Buddha and arresting rebels in the Tiannan underworld. All the Supervisory Offices in various states in Jiangnan Province have been assigned to her.

The female official system of this dynasty is very complicated. In a word, they are all your Majesty's spies, and Rong Zhen is currently the head of the spies in Jiangnan Road, holding the power to supervise the princes and officials in various places in Jiangnan Road. As for the deputy supervisor Song, he only manages the Qigong team of the Sitianjian and guards the Xunyang Grottoes. He doesn't care about the above "trivial official matters" and has a parallel relationship with Rong Zhen.

After the Wei family forces headed by Wang Lengran in Jiangzhou "died in the line of duty", the Xunyang Palace has been able to live so leisurely so far, which is also related to the close relationship between the spokesperson Ouyang Lianghan and Ms. Rong Zhen. So far, the latter has not deliberately made things difficult for the Xunyang Palace.

Most officials in Jiangnan can see this trend. In a sense, Jiangzhou is stable and Xunyang Grottoes are progressing rapidly, all thanks to the stable relationship between Ms. Rongzhen and Governor Ouyang...

Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen did not completely leave the sight of the officials of the Governor's Mansion, and stopped in front of a water pavilion in the back garden with a wide view.

Rong Zhen turned around and glanced at Ouyang Rong. He was about to look away and talk about something, but suddenly stopped.

He took another look and said:
"Ouyang Lianghan, why do you seem a little different?"

"What's different?"

Ouyang Rong, who had been to the quiet courtyard for two consecutive days, touched his face and asked sincerely.

After not seeing each other for many days, Rong Zhen was still the same, cold and shabby. She stared at Ouyang Rong and suddenly said:

"You feel a little different, more refreshed. Have you done anything to relax your body and mind recently?"

"Yes." Ouyang Rong nodded and continued to talk: "The first phase of the low-rent housing planned for Xingzifang has been completed. I have been busy for so long, and the regulations there have been sorted out step by step. From now on, we just need to follow the plan and complete the construction phase by phase..."

Rong Zhen frowned and looked at him for a while, then relaxed his brows and nodded gently: "I see, it's really thanks to you that we were able to sort out the mess so quickly. The mess and bad influence left by Lin Cheng and Wang Lengran have finally been eliminated..."

"There is no construction without destruction." Ouyang Rong waved his hand and shook his head modestly: "But the damage caused by the Xingzi Lake Buddha is still not so easy to eliminate in the short term. I can only say that the current situation is good in the long run, but the price is still borne by some people."

Seeing that his tone was a little lonely, Rong Zhen's eyes were moved, and she immediately changed the subject, "Let's go, time is urgent, let's talk on the way, come with me."

She put her hands in her sleeves, turned around and walked away.

"What's the matter?" Ouyang Rongqi asked and followed.

The lady historian, who was wearing an inconspicuous purple palace dress today, said without turning her head:

"There's news from the court regarding the request for assistance."

Ouyang Rong's face turned serious.

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(PS: I won’t face fate today, I will just accompany my good brothers, “Black Room: Codeword”, start! or2)

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