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Chapter 758: The True Immortal Princess [Additional update for compensation, please give me a monthly ticket! ]

"Ah."

Ouyang Rong interrupted Yi Qianqiu's exhortation with a chuckle.

The latter frowned.

Ouyang Rong sighed:

"Why didn't I realize before that Commander Yi is so rough but also very meticulous, and good at smoothing things over and persuading people?
"This is not just an ordinary sharp mind. Commander Yi hid it very well. I was wrong about it. In addition, the personal feelings blinded me. It is not unfair for me to be involved in this game."

Yi Qianqiu seemed to want to say something but stopped himself.

Ouyang Rong smiled and asked her:
"If I really believed what you said, and after you have calmed me down, the next time you persuade me, will it be when you learn that Li Congshan, Miaozhen and the others were late and failed to stop the brutal pirates from slaughtering the palace? Commander Yi, am I right?
"Anyway, no matter what happened in Xunyang City today, it was all accidental. It was just bad luck for the Xunyang Palace. Everyone was far away and stayed in the Xunyang Grottoes. They were all following the emperor's orders and fighting the enemy. They were all loyal ministers who defended the Buddha and were loyal to the saints. They were all loyal ministers, not treacherous ministers!
"At most, afterward, when they heard the news of the palace's destruction, they were surprised for a while, and then they squeezed out a few tears and expressed regret. Then, they all went to Luoyang to apologize for their merits in protecting the Buddha and suppressing the rebels. Afterwards, they continued to be rewarded for their merits, promoted and made rich, and even became the prince of the dynasty with real power. They still owed two favors. It was really wonderful."

Yi Qianqiu's pupils shrank slightly and his words stopped abruptly.

The whole audience was silent.

"Clap clap-"

The young man in Confucian robes clapped his hands and applauded for a while.

A calm voice resounded throughout the venue, causing everyone to change color:

"This is a good game, with a lot of details. Even the person who apologizes and takes the blame is ready. Wait..."

After a slight pause, Ouyang Rong turned his head and looked at Wei Wu, who had remained calm and composed, and asked:
“If I were to set up a trap, I would be more sophisticated. For example, no matter whether Li Congshan, Miao Zhen and other guards of the palace are with Prince Xunyang’s family at this moment, it would be a dead end once the assassins disguised as pirates come.

"Wei Wu, and everyone else, do you agree?"

Looking around, Ouyang Rong caught Wei Wu's slightly changing expression and smiled again, nodding calmly:

"Oh, I see. You are not stupid. No wonder you didn't panic when I asked Li Congshan and his men to come and go. You even wanted to use this to dispel my suspicion and keep me stable."

The young man in Confucian robes said calmly.

Yi Qianqiu, Nanny Song, Duan Quanwu and others were all moved, their faces showing either suspicion or fear, and they looked at Ouyang Rong with complicated eyes.

Ouyang Rong straightened his clothes, dusted himself off, and after cleaning himself up, he looked at the sun.

After a while, he looked back at Rong Zhen and the people on the field, and smiled:

"Okay, I don't know why you guys have been talking nonsense for so long. Don't you know that I'm an expert and want to prepare something big? I only told Lady Historian about this matter quietly. It seems that you really believe it. Thank you Lady Historian for your kindness... Okay, no more words, Lady Historian, and everyone else, when you start, please go down and die?"

Rong Zhen, who had been looking at his hands, suddenly looked up.

Ouyang Rong saw a pair of cold eyes with red rims.

At this moment, her purple clothes turned into red, flaming red, and her cold eyes stared straight at him:
"Go to hell? You don't believe me!?"

Ouyang Rong looked at him with calm eyes.

"I did."

He said.

"Ouyang Governor." Wei Wu suddenly said, "People who are too smart are prone to death. Let me remind you that sometimes it is better to be a little confused..."

"Shut up!"

Rong Zhen suddenly turned around and shouted.

Almost in an instant, this fiery figure in palace dress appeared in front of the square-faced man.

She raised a small white hand and waved it down heavily.

"Snapped--!"

It was an extremely loud slap, the sound echoing throughout the venue.

"You dog slave! How dare you threaten him?" Rong Zhen shouted angrily with red eyes.

Wei Wu's face was covered with red marks, and he stood there in a daze.

"Snapped--!"

What followed was another crisp slap in the face. Rong Zhen slapped back with his hand, and the slap was louder than before.

This backhand slap directly knocked the confidant of King Wei, who had planned the murder at Prince Xunyang's Mansion today, into the air and caused him to fall heavily to the ground, with the white cloth on his head falling off.

A woman's icy, hateful, clear and beautiful voice spread out:
"You lowly slave, how dare you let him die? Even I am reluctant to do this, so what gives you the right? What right do you have? What kind of lowly thing are you? Is this what Wei Jisi taught you at home?"

A mandarin duck jade hairpin was inserted in Rong Zhen's high bun. As her chest rose and fell violently, this favorite hairpin was trembling slightly the whole time, unable to hold back her solemn hair that she had carefully dressed up for going out today.

Because of the girl's large movements, strands of black hair were scattered quite messily on her white forehead. Her messy bangs roughly covered her red and swollen eyes. Only a ray of cold eyes shone through the strands of hair, directed at Wei Wu, who fell to the ground with his face covered and his body stiff.

This scene, which happened in a flash, shocked the whole audience.

Nanny Song couldn't help but open her mouth to advise: "Rong girl..."

Rong Zhen suddenly turned around:

"Shut up old man! How dare you yell at him again?!"

The old woman with a rolled eye stopped talking abruptly, as if she could never have imagined that Rong, who was always polite and courteous, would speak to her like this.

Nanny Song's old face suddenly turned red and purple, like the color of pig liver, and her eyes were also unbelievable. She murmured again: "Old... old guy?"

However, this palace lamplighter, who had cultivated the purple qi and was treated with courtesy by both the King of Wei and the King of Liang, did not immediately retort in anger.

What was even more unexpected was that Wei Wu, who had been slapped and fell, almost immediately climbed up from his spot, put on the white cloth strip again, and immediately walked back and came to Rong Zhen.

He had a square face, which was now bloated and red and purple like a pickled pig's head. His nose was bleeding and his expression was unclear.

The tall and burly figure stood in front of the petite and short girl in palace dress. He was obviously as tall as a mountain, but his aura was completely the opposite. Instead, he was completely suppressed by her, like a blood suppression that could never be overcome.

Wei Wu stood in front of Rong Zhen with his hands behind his back, his hands hanging at his sides, his head lowered deeply, and his waist bent very low, as if he was taking the initiative to slap the short girl in palace dress again.

Wei Wu lowered his head, his facial expression could not be seen clearly, and his voice sounded a bit hoarse from a dry cough:

"Please calm down, my lady. I dare not do it again. I will apologize to the prince when I return to the capital. Please calm down, my lady."

Duan Quanwu, who was standing by, knelt on one knee with a "thump", clasped his fists heavily towards Rong Zhen who was looking down on him, and said in a pleading tone:

"Please calm down, Princess Zhenxian. Although the tone of Wu Guanshi was inappropriate, he does not deserve death. Let him admit his mistake to Governor Ouyang and then make amends later."

The girl in palace dress had a cold face and pursed her lips without answering.

The air on the platform was silent.

Rong Zhen seemed to realize something and slowly turned around.

Ouyang Rong stared at her in a daze, with a look of realization in his eyes.

"True Immortal... Princess... No wonder you keep calling yourself this palace, and you have a belly... You wear purple clothes... The princesses of this dynasty are either surnamed Li or Wei..."

The young man in scholar's robe murmured something and paused for a moment.

When all was quiet, he suddenly said:

"Your last name is Wei."

Rong Zhen sniffed, and besides feeling a sore nose, for some reason he also felt a little sour in the corners of his eyes. However, he did not dare to rub it or blink, for fear that the soreness would burst out.

This is the first time this has happened because of a man.

She tried to lift her tearful face, like a proud head held high, but her usually cold and clear voice could not hide a hint of tears:
"Well, Ouyang Lianghan, get to know me, Wei Rong, again. This is my selfish desire."

(End of this chapter)