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Chapter 829 "Still a Gentleman" [High-energy introduction, foreshadowing recovered! ]

In addition to the skirt knife, Ouyang Rong also had a jade pendant on his waist.

After being pushed on the shoulder, he still stood there, silent for a long time.

The people around didn't say anything and just watched silently.

Rong Zhen also became much quieter, standing there with his sleeves rolled up. Surprisingly, he did not come forward to disturb them coldly, but just turned his eyes away.

But after a while, she couldn't help but take another look.

Perhaps it’s because of one thing that all eyes in the world have to admit: this pair of brother and sister, standing together, are a perfect match.

Not only do they have harmonious heights, one is slender and the other is tall, they are also a truly handsome man and beautiful woman.

Xie Lingjiang waited for a while, and seeing that the eldest brother did not move, he whispered "idiot", pulled out the skirt knife from his waist, and took his right hand.

Xie Lingjiang used the blade to accurately and lightly cut the tip of his index finger, picking up a small drop of blood from the fingertip. He shook the tip of the knife, and the small drop of blood fell silently on the white jade pendant.

The white deer-shaped jade pendant trembled slightly, and the jade body glowed faintly for a moment, then fell silent again, returning to normal... as if it had completed some kind of activation ritual.

Taking the blood drop from his fingertip, Xie Lingjiang ignored the gazes of the people around him, opened his lips slightly, wrapped his bleeding middle finger, held it in his mouth, and sucked it carefully to stop the bleeding.

She lowered her head and worked, while Ouyang Rong stood still.

Looking at his junior sister in red running towards him, Ouyang Rong suddenly thought of the scene when he first met her in Sanhuiyuan of Donglin Temple.

At that time, she was also dressed in red, bright and brilliant, and appeared in front of him against the sunlight.

The girl's red dress is like a flame, dimming the warm sunshine on earth by one point.

Ouyang Rong silently touched the jade pendant that belonged to a gentleman at his waist.

Speaking of which, in the past, it was mostly Ouyang Rong who gave things to others, or offered advice, or acted out of generosity, and gave away treasures as if they were dirt, without asking for anything in return.

Although Rong Zhen and Li Guoer came to chat with him last night and gave him farewell gifts.

But after careful calculation, he found that for a long time, the person who gave him the most gifts on his own initiative had always been his junior sister.

Everyone around them, including Li Xian and Ye Weilai, seemed to have subconsciously assumed that Ouyang Rong was a strong man, and being strong does not seek help from outsiders.

However, the junior sister was always thinking about what the "senior brother" lacked and what he needed to send.

Apart from the embroiderer, the junior sister was the only one who treated him well without asking for anything in return.

The second girl didn't want anything, she just wanted to give something, and she was always thinking about what she could give him.

When I came to my senses, the junior sister seemed to be looking at me.

Ouyang Rong avoided his gaze, lowered his eyes, took out a sachet containing a red paper from his arms, and handed it to Xie Lingjiang.

"I haven't found an embroiderer yet. This is a gift from her. It's most suitable for you to keep it here."

Xie Lingjiang glanced at the sachet, which she had given to Ouyang Rong before she left last time.

It was also given to her by the embroiderer, and it contained a marriage fortune stick.

"Ah."

Xie Lingjiang suddenly put away the amulet sachet and put it away. She said to Ouyang Rong seriously:
"I remembered something on my way back. Before we separated in Xunyang City, did Xiu Niang promise you that she would wait for you in the courtyard of Huaiye Lane or Shisan Niang's courtyard?"

"Ah."

Xie Lingjiang raised her bare hands and straightened the collar of her senior brother.

She smiled brightly and said:

"It's just right. If you still can't find anyone when you return to Xunyang, don't worry. You can wait in these two courtyards for a while.

"The embroiderer looks gentle, but she is actually very stubborn. She is gentle on the outside but strong on the inside. As long as I remember what I promised you, I will never forget it and will definitely fulfill it.

"According to Taoist Zhang, she was most likely injured in an accident that day and was sent back to Yunmeng Jianze by the Second Lady. When she regains consciousness, she will definitely try to return. You must be careful not to pass by her. It is best to send someone to keep an eye on the two courtyards..."

Ouyang Rong nodded seriously: "Okay, I'll remember it."

Xie Lingjiang found that Ouyang Rong kept his eyes on her while she was talking.

Looking down, she found that she was still hugging his arm and half sucking on his middle finger which had stopped bleeding.

At this moment, he noticed the same look from the people around him.

A blush appeared on Xie Lingjiang's face. He immediately put down his arm, looked away, and said quickly:

"Okay, I've said everything I wanted to say. There's nothing else to say. Big Brother, do you have anything else to say to everyone?"

"Ah."

Ouyang Rong's expression returned to calm, and he withdrew his palm, which was warm with his middle finger, into his sleeve.

Xie Lingjiang quietly handed him a handkerchief, and he took it tacitly and put it into his sleeve to wipe his hands.

At the same time, Ouyang Rong looked at Lu Ya and Zhang Shixiu in front of everyone.

Li Xian understood immediately, but Li Guoer understood even faster than him.

The little princess said in a clear voice:

"Master Zhang, Master Lu, could you please step aside for a moment?"

Lu Ya and Zhang Shixiu looked at each other, left temporarily, and walked to the intersection ahead to get some fresh air.

Only then did Ouyang Rong stride towards Li Dalang.

He took out a wine jug from his sleeve and handed it to his friend:
"Drink."

Li Dalang was curious: "What kind of wine is this?"

Under Ouyang Rong's serious gaze, he took it honestly halfway through his words.

He muttered, "This can't be your wedding," and then drank it all in one gulp.

Li Dalang drank unfamiliar wine, but Li Xian, Li Guoer and Wei Mei had no intention of stopping him, and they trusted Ouyang Rong very much.

"Ahem...Pah..."

Li Dalang almost vomited when he was halfway through drinking, but Ouyang Rong was quick and covered his mouth.

"Swallow it, don't waste it."

"Tan... What did Tan Lang add..."

Li Dalang widened his eyes and asked incoherently.

His mouth felt sour and bitter, like the water used to wash a pot, with some residue in it. However, facing Ouyang Rong's urging gaze, Li Dalang suppressed his nausea and drank the whole bottle of wine.

Ouyang Rong nodded: "What did you taste?"

“Like horse urine.”

Ouyang Rong didn't look at Zhang and Lu in the distance, and squinted his eyes and said:

"I mean, didn't you recognize it? You drank it once."

Li Dalang was puzzled for a moment, then his face suddenly brightened:
"Are you talking about the magic water? Last time, Mr. Yuan..."

He was halfway through his words when Ouyang Rong raised his hand to interrupt him.

Li Dalang stopped talking instantly.

Xie Lingjiang, Li Xian and Li Guoer beside them exchanged glances, with a look of realization in their eyes.

Another divine rune.

Ouyang Rong carefully reminded:
"Da Lang has had an experience. If you encounter danger, whether on the way north or in the capital of the gods, remember that formula."

Li Dalang nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, muttering, "Okay, okay, don't worry, Tanlang, next time it won't be under the skirt..."

Ouyang Rong was looking down at his chest, and was slightly startled when he heard this, and looked up in surprise:
"What upskirt?"

Li Dalang shook his head firmly: "No, nothing."

Ouyang Rong always felt that his reaction was strange, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

He continued to feel around in his arms, and after a while, he took out a string of cracked wooden Buddhist beads and handed it to Li Dalang.

"Carry it with you. After reciting the incantation, make sure it is in your possession."

Li Dalang looked puzzled, but still agreed honestly:

"I understand, Liang Han."

He took the Buddhist beads and put them around his wrist with great care.

On the field, Xie Lingjiang, Rong Zhen, Li Guoer and several other girls all looked at the beads, with different expressions. Ouyang Rong slowly withdrew his gaze from the wooden beads that had saved him from death once.

In addition to drawing the red and black runes last night, he also drew a few Kuixing runes, consuming his merits and printing them into this string of Buddhist beads.

There is secret gold inside the Buddhist beads, which can be considered a semi-finished fake Ding sword.

And he only needs to complete the construction of the Peach Blossom Sword Formation of [Craftsmanship] one day, and then he can sense it.

Ouyang Rong turned around, looked around at everyone, and after a moment of silence, he walked towards Rong Zhen.

Since arriving at the camp gate, Rong Zhen has been holding a food box with his hands in front of him.

However, when Xie Lingjiang arrived just now, she calmly put the food box behind her back and put her hands behind her back.

Ouyang Rong came in front of Rong Zhen and without saying a word, picked up the food box hidden behind her back.

Without waiting for him to speak, Rong Zhen curled his lips:

"Don't look at me. I'm hungry. Drink one more bowl. There's nothing for her." After a pause, he emphasized, "Drink two more bowls. There's nothing for you either."

Ouyang Rong remained silent and handed the food box to Xie Lingjiang. The latter opened the food box and saw three bowls of hot fish soup. She looked at Rong Zhen for a while, and her eyes softened a little.

Rong Zhen's pretty face flushed, her chin raised, and her tone was a little excited:
"Ouyang Lianghan, tell her not to be so sentimental."

Ouyang Rong had no choice but to nod: "Yeah."

He took Rong Zhen's struggling hand and put a string of eighteen seeds on her.

Rong Zhen stopped moving abruptly, looking at Ouyang Rong for a while, and then looking at this unique fake Ding sword.

“Speaking of which, you were the first one to give these eighteen seeds to your aunt, so it can be considered as a cycle of karma.

"In fact, I have been wanting to say that I am sorry for destroying the Donglin Buddha that you have worked so hard on. The Donglin Buddha is one of the fake tripods of Emperor Wen, and it is also a precious place promised to you by the court. In this case, I will compensate you with another one so as not to affect your future."

The girl in plain white dress looked a little hesitant for the first time:

"But it's different. This is the only fake Ding sword of Emperor Wen. Just like Hanshi's painting of Peach Blossom Spring, it is stronger than a fake Ding and has uniqueness. In addition, the Buddha is also the hard work of you, Lianghan. Your compensation to this palace has exceeded the limit."

Ouyang Rong shook his head:
"This is what I have to explain to you. The Ding Sword was presented to you by the prince. It is not good for you to take sides openly. It is best to draw a clear line between you and the prince and continue to be neutral. However, you will not get the credit for the Ding Sword. If you bring this fake Ding Sword back to the palace, the responsibility for the collapse of the Buddha can be easily removed. Even as the only holder of the fake Ding Sword, you can still have no faults. In addition, with the inheritance of the Lantern Master that I helped you intercept, your position in the palace will be secure."

Rong Zhenqing couldn't help but say: "Not only is there no danger, this palace can also rise instead of fall."

Ouyang Rong reached out and adjusted the hairpin on her high temple that had tilted due to her excited shaking of her head, and said with a smile:
"That's good. Please help me protect the prince's family when we return to the capital. We will go our separate ways when we reach the capital. Be well and you can continue to be the Princess of the True Immortal and Lady of the Colorful Clothes."

Rong Zhen stared at him with clear eyes and said, "But you know that I will have selfish motives, new selfish motives. You said that everyone has selfish motives."

Before she could wait for Ouyang Rong to ask her what her selfish motive was, Xie Lingjiang beside her had already finished sipping half a bowl of fish soup, her willow eyes curved as she smiled and boasted:
"The soup is delicious, thank you Ms. Rong Zhen."

Rong Zhen snorted and turned away.

Ouyang Rong did not ask her about her new selfish motives. He took out another memorial and handed it to Rong Zhen:

"Regarding the Battle of Shuangfeng Peak, after I return to Xunyang, the Governor's Office will immediately submit a memorial to the court. This is a draft that I prepared on the way. You can take a look at it first and submit a letter as well depending on the situation."

Rong Zhen understood immediately, took the memorial and quickly scanned it.

I have a clear idea in my mind.

This is called aligning the tone.

Rong Zhen pondered:

"Okay, but don't worry. Even if your identity as the owner of the Butterfly Love Flower is leaked, your Ding Sword will be safe. The Night Pearl Ding Sword that Prince Xunyang is going to offer can cover you up. At worst, you can unify your statements and say that the Night Pearl Ding Sword is your Ding Sword and has been presented to Sheng Zhou... This way you can replace one thing with another."

"That's a good idea."

Ouyang Rong smiled.

Turning around, he gave everyone one last reminder:
"Do you have anything else to say?"

Zhen Shuyuan suddenly took out a coin and gave it to Ouyang Rong:

"This is the money that the embroiderer earned from selling her body."

Ouyang Rong took the heavy copper coin and was a little stunned.

"Why does Auntie still keep it?"

"Your mother didn't want to use it, so she kept it in front of the Buddha. I have been keeping it for so many years."

"My nephew thought that my aunt and mother didn't care about this matter. They hated the embroiderer at the beginning and didn't care about the money."

Zhen Shuyuan was silent for a while and sighed softly:
“When the incident happened, your mother never believed that the embroiderer would hurt you, but she was caught red-handed and could not deny it. I was also skeptical, mostly out of anger.

"But as a concubine, I cannot propose to sell the embroiderer. The reason I have to sell her is that the news of her harming her husband spread to the village, and the people were very angry. She violated the wife's rules. The elders of the village came to my house and wanted to put the embroiderer in a pig cage. If I don't sell her, her life will be in danger."

After hearing the truth of the dusty past, the whole audience fell silent.

Ouyang Rong stood still, staring at the copper coin that was always mixed with helpless past memories.

The palms gradually clenched.

Zhen Shuyuan said in a low voice:
"I didn't return this coin to Xiu Niang at the birthday party because I thought it was unnecessary to do so and that it was over. But now I find that she was taken away by Jian Ze's men. I think it is necessary to return this coin."

"My nephew knows."

Zhen Shuyuan observed her nephew quietly packing up the copper coins, and asked in a low voice:

"Tan Lang, speaking of this, is the Jianze who took Xiu Niang away powerful? If you exert your strength, can you suppress this Jianze?"

Seeing his aunt's cautious look, Ouyang Rong hesitated and said:

"Theoretically, yes." He paused, "I've done it once."

Zhen Shuyuan seemed to be relieved when she heard this. She patted Ouyang Rong's shoulder with a bright smile. The woman showed a harsh and disdainful tone and raised her chin proudly:
"That Yunmeng Jianze dared to steal our wife. Tan Lang, bring her back. Our family doesn't want this money."

"Okay, I'll go and redeem it!"

Ouyang Rong smiled, put away the money she had earned from selling her body as an embroiderer, and got on the horse.

Ye Weilai followed obediently, carrying a small bag.

At this moment, Caishou, who was beside Li Guoer, suddenly ran up and pulled the corner of Ouyang Rong's clothes:
"Master Ouyang, since Sister Wei Lai is not here, I feel a little stressed and worried that I won't be able to be a good sword bearer. Can you teach me a little so that I can feel at ease?"

Ouyang Rong looked at Li Guoer, then at the chubby-faced maid.

The young man suddenly smiled:
"Being a swordsman is actually very simple. You just need to remember that feeling, which is - you only have one chance to strike with the sword, and all your relatives and friends are behind you. With this sword, you can only win and not lose."

It was unclear who the young man in scholarly robes was talking to, or what he was referring to.

Cai Shou seemed to be thinking about something.

The little girl with plum blossom makeup who had dodged a crossbow arrow with Wei Mei not long ago looked at Ouyang Rong.

Ouyang Rong turned around on his horse, carrying a scroll on his back, and prepared to ride away.

Li Guoer suddenly raised her hand, holding an old piece of paper between her fingers, and waved it:

"Ouyang Lianghan, this character was given to me by you. When I arrive in the capital, I will present it to my grandmother... Zhao... Zhao... It has the same pronunciation as her taboo name, just like the emperor of the Holy Zhou Dynasty, with the sun and the moon in the sky, shining on all the people. My grandmother will definitely like it!"

The figure of the young man in Confucian robes riding a horse paused for a moment. I don't know what he thought of. Without even turning his head, he laughed out loud:

"Your Highness is really smart. Maybe next time we meet in the Divine Capital, you will already be a well-known and favored princess of the Great Zhou Dynasty, with a dazzling array of titles and honors, hahahaha..."

Li Guoer's eyes were fixed quietly on the heroic figure.

The people around also watched Ouyang Rong leave reluctantly.

Ouyang Rong did not look back the whole time, and his back disappeared into the woods.

"...What a great Tan Lang, with such demeanor, this is the Tan Lang in my heart..."

Li Xian sighed, then turned around and called on everyone to set off in the opposite direction.

Xie Lingjiang suddenly asked Li Guoer who was staring at the side in a trance:

"Sister Guo'er, I remember that you like to comment on the heroes of the world throughout the ages. I have always wanted to ask you, what do you think of my senior brother?"

Li Guoer looked as if he had come to his senses.

She glanced at her best friend Xie Lingjiang, who looked proud and expectant of a reply, then turned away and lightly boarded the carriage back to Beijing.

"Him..."

Unable to see her specific expression, she sneered:
"Still a gentleman."

The little princess with plum blossom makeup got into the carriage.

The gray-blue curtains covered the carriage. Xie Lingjiang and the others outside were busy. Out of sight of them, the little princess whispered to herself again:
"Only a true gentleman can achieve this."

(End of this chapter)