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Chapter 216 Asking Jun not to lose his original intention

Ouyang Rong reached out to take a blue paper pansy named "Jiang Zuo".

After carefully looking at it, I didn't miss any small wrinkles on the paper.

Skillfully disassemble half of the flowers, and then put them back together.

"It's exactly the same. It's the one I folded. It doesn't look abnormal."

Ouyang Rong stroked his chin, muttered to himself, and came to a conclusion.

"Master, after Mrs. Cheng delivered the gift during the day, I asked him to check it out. There was no movement from Liu Zian's side. It should be the spontaneous behavior of the old craftsman who loves to buy rice wine."

Liu Ashan turned his head and reported.

"Private behavior? What does this old gentleman mean by teasing a little girl?"

Ouyang Rong didn't know that after he left that day, the object had been thrown into the furnace by the old swordsmith and disappeared. He looked at the object that was gone and returned, thought for a while, and then looked at the green face in front of him. Ah Qing.

Finally, Ouyang Rong murmured:
"Ah Qing, since it's a gift for you, you should accept it carefully.

"But don't go in touch with the people at the sword shop anymore, don't bother with this old craftsman, don't miss the old love, go to the sword shop, you are still young, there are many bad people in this world."

He whispered softly, and after finishing speaking, he raised his hand to rub the girl's temples, but he realized that this world is full of men and women, so he silently withdrew his hand.

"Well! The slave family listens to the master."

Ah Qing obediently responded, took the paper-folded blue butterfly flower that Ouyang Rong handed back, glanced at it, and lowered her head to put it in the bag.

"My lord, let's chat, my slaves are going to make tea."

Ah Qing rolled her eyes up slightly, glanced at the two of them, lowered her head and trotted away.

After seeing off the little girl and leaving, Ouyang Rong turned his head and looked at Liu Ashan.

Soon, the two put this trivial matter behind them.

They walked into the pavilion tacitly.

The atmosphere was silent.

Liu Ashan didn't speak, but looked at his master.

It has always been like this. When the master orders, he will do it honestly.

Ouyang Rong's expression was slightly hesitant, but these were only fleeting. He reached into his sleeve and took out something.

Liu Ashan looked curiously.

It is a bronze animal face.

The animal face is simple and unsophisticated, showing the unique green patina color of bronze as a whole.

Liu Ashan didn't know if it was an illusion, there was a faint purple light flickering a few times at the eyes of the animal face, and then disappeared.

Like him, Ouyang Rong looked down at the bronze animal face in his hand, and suddenly said:

"Ashan, do me one last favor?"

"Why is it the last one?"

"Well."

"Master, I understand. Did the master hear something that he was going to be promoted and left Dragon City?"

"Perhaps, but more or less."

"Master, let's talk about it, Ah Shan will definitely handle it well."

"Don't ask, why are you helping me? If it's something bad, you'll do it too?"

"Since the master is asking for my help, it must be a private matter. If it is a business matter, the master will not be so hesitant."

Liu Ashan is categorical:
"And the master is open and aboveboard, and acts magnanimously. Is there anything wrong with private affairs?"

"But this time it is not appropriate."

"Then the master must have something unspeakable to hide, and the master also has good intentions. I have heard people say that the reason why private affairs are called private affairs is because they often do unspeakable things with good intentions."

Ouyang Rong was silent for a while, dumbfounded:

"Who taught you this?"

"Listen to Miss Xie."

"Well, she frequently utters golden sentences in front of others, and she is good at being a teacher. I don't see how she can speak so well in front of me, a senior brother, so why does she seem a bit stupid?"

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips and sighed slightly.

Liu Ashan scratched his head, hesitant to speak.

In fact, I want to say that he, who was dull and silent in the past, has learned more golden sentences from the master's side. As for that Miss Xie, it may be said that he was also "bad" by the master.

Ouyang Rong shook his head, turned to Liu Ashan and said:

"It is indeed an unspeakable matter."

"Sir, please tell me."

Ouyang Rong looked at him for a while, then handed out the bronze animal face in his hand, with a calm expression:
"It's called the Mirage Mask."

Liu Ashan was taken aback.

Afterwards, there was a burst of whispers.

After a long time, the bright moon above the head slowly rose to the sky.

The night was getting dark, and in the gazebo, Liu Ashan's hesitant voice came faintly:
"Master, I'm afraid I can't do it well."

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "I don't worry if you handle the matter."

A warm current slowly flowed through Liu Ashan's heart, and his tone was a little choked up: "Master, I..."

Ouyang Rong patted him on the shoulder and said softly:

"It's okay, just do as I say.

"But Ah Shan, you have always been behind me and listened to my orders, but one day I will not be here. You have to learn to be on your own. If you think of it, then do it, stand up, don't hesitate, we must protect us Someone or something to protect."

Liu Ashan lowered his head and wiped away his tears, then nodded heavily. He lowered his voice again and asked in awe-inspiring tone:

"Master, is this the legendary Qi training technique?"

Ouyang Rong thought for a while, waved his hand and said, "Almost."

After a pause, he nodded and revealed a little:

"However, it has many restrictions. Originally, only I can activate it, but after I collect your Qi machine, I can let you temporarily borrow it for half a decade. Only the two of us can use it in this world.

"In addition, it cannot be worn without restriction, and it needs to be supplemented with purple... aura regularly to maintain it, so without my injection of special aura, it is a waste product."

"Master, I understand."

Liu Ashan heaved a sigh of relief, hesitated for a while, and asked a lot:

"Master, why didn't you go to see Miss Ye off in person? Didn't the master ask for leave from Jiangzhou?"

Ouyang Rong glanced at him, hesitantly said:
"I have other things to do, and I don't have enough time, so I can only let Ah Shan do it for me."

Pursing his lips, he said softly, "Ah Shan, is there anything else you want to ask? Or do you want me to help?"

Liu Ashan couldn't help but glanced at the master, and he didn't know if it was an illusion. Tonight, the master seemed to be surprisingly patient with them, speaking softly, and even the busy master in the past even came to his house for dinner.

"No, sir, I understand."

Liu Ashan nodded heavily.

Ouyang Rong let out a breath, suddenly remembered something and asked:

"By the way, a trip to Nanlong won't affect your progress with that girl, right? I heard from your sister that we are almost talking about marriage."

His tone was teasing.

The atmosphere in the booth eased up a bit.

Liu Ashan blushed, looked away, scratched his head and said:

"My lord, I was engaged the day before yesterday. My mother and I have sent the engagement gift. Her parents seem to be very satisfied with me. In fact, our small place is not so particular, and we can even bring her here now." Here."

"Then why don't you pick it up and let the master see me too?"

"This is the master's house, how can you randomly accept people to live in it." Liu Ashan shook his head: "When the master leaves, I will take my mother, Aqing, back to live, and we will talk about it at that time."

"I didn't expect that I would be the hindrance."

Ouyang Rong smiled in embarrassment, took a breath, his face turned serious, and handed out the mirage mask:

"Then I wish Ah Shan a smooth journey tomorrow."

Liu Ashan took it with both hands and nodded solemnly.

Just like when Ouyang Rong asked him for help for the last time, this dull man bent down and lowered his head for the last time, cupping his hands and saying:
"Yes, sir."

A quarter of an hour later.

After leaving the residence of Liu Ashan's family, Ouyang Rong returned to the Meilin Courtyard at night.

The stars are sparse tonight, but the moonlight is very bright.

Under the bright moonlight, he stopped slowly and looked at a room in front of him in the courtyard of Meilin that was still lit.

Like an everlasting lighthouse at sea.

Suddenly remembered that when he just woke up in Donglin Temple, apart from his aunt, Xiufa, and Master Shandao, the first family in Longcheng that Ouyang Rong knew was Liu Ashan's family.

It was also because of his understanding of the life of Liu Ashan's family that he knew the living conditions of the disaster-stricken Longcheng people at the foot of the mountain.

But at that time, Ouyang Rong was full of self-confidence. He felt that he was omnipotent with the knowledge of his previous life. He stood up with a sense of justice and healed Liu Ashan who was sick in bed in order to save his body. , At the same time fulfilling the long-cherished wish of the original body in this life, he went down the mountain without hesitation.

Then there is the construction of disaster relief camps, wits against grain merchants, the dismemberment of the Liu family, and the repair of the Broken Wing Canal... Ouyang Rong was pushed forward by this complicated situation all the way, and it was difficult to stop. Until now, he was a little relieved and stopped to look back. , quietly resigned.

And that night at Donglin Temple, he put on the clothes for Ah Qing who had worn off his clothes, left the medicine for the disease, left Ah Shan's house, and on the night road back to Sanhuiyuan, Ouyang Rong also stopped under the moon like this, looking into the distance. In the house, a lamp was left for him.

I still remember the state of mind at that time, it was also the same as at this moment, surprisingly peaceful and serene, right?
"Please don't lose your original intention, the heaven and the earth are the same."

Ouyang Rong murmured.

……

The county magistrate of Ouyang asked for leave to return home to worship his ancestors.

This matter has been widely circulated in Longcheng County Yamen today, but it didn't attract too many people's attention.

After all, as an official, it is common to ask for leave occasionally.

Besides, Diao Xiancheng is still there, so there is nothing to be lazy about.

The officials of the Longcheng County Government are currently preparing for the completion ceremony of the Zheyi Canal on the [-]th of this month under the leadership of Diaoxian Cheng. It is said that Liu Zian will invite many wealthy merchants from Jiangzhou at that time, and it will be quite lively.

At that time, the magistrate Diao County will also take the place of Ouyang Rong County Magistrate who has returned to his hometown and speak a few words.

Therefore, the young county magistrate's silent request for leave did not cause much disturbance in the office. Everything was as usual. In fact, according to Diao Xiancheng's flattery, he was going to take a group of subordinates to see him off, but Ouyang Rong refused decisively and forcefully. Well, let them go about their own business.

Everyone didn't force it.

The main reason is that after getting along for so long, I know that the county magistrate is not a person who talks politely.

So this afternoon, there were not many people at Penglangdu Wharf.

There is only one official ship docked on the shore, and there are servants and workers carrying luggage, going up and down.

These luggage were all brought from the Meilu Garden on Luming Street by carriage, and there were many book boxes and scrolls among them.

I don't know why this Ouyang county magistrate asked for leave to go back to his hometown, and why he brought so many scrolls back, it almost emptied the Meilu Garden.

But these did not raise much suspicion.

Few people came to see off at the pier today.

Most of the people in Longcheng County don't know that the county magistrate of Luobo asked for leave and left temporarily, and it wasn't some kind of reassignment to leave and never return. Naturally, there was no need to send each other ten miles away, and the folks gave Wanmin umbrellas and so on. Bitter drama.

However, Li Xian's family heard the news and came to see them off at the pier. After all, Meilu Garden is next door to Su's residence, so such a big move cannot be concealed.

A carriage was parked in the shade of a jujube tree beside the pier, avoiding the scorching afternoon sun.

Outside the carriage, Li Xian and Su Dalang stood beside the horses, wiping their sweat and looking towards the entrance of the official ship, both father and son looked worried and anxious.

Wei Mei and Li Bao'er covered their faces with tulle, sat in the carriage, and opened the curtains from time to time, looking at the official ship frequently.

Because the mother and daughter are female relatives, it is inconvenient to get out of the car.

It's just that after waiting for so long, they haven't seen the figure of the young county magistrate for a long time.

"Has nephew Liang Han already boarded the ship? Please tell me that the old man from the Su family is here to see you off..."

Li Xian and Su Dalang stopped a maidservant from Meilu Garden who was about to board the boat with a bag of broken flowers, and asked politely.

But after a while, the answer that came back disappointed Li Xian and the others.

"What? Nephew Liang Han is busy, is it convenient to receive him..."

But Li Xian still persevered, took out some silver beans, and said earnestly:

"Madam, can you tell me again? I just want to see my nephew. I have something to say..."

The maid of Meiluyuan waved her hand to decline, and slightly bowed her knees to salute:

"Lang Jun said, Master Su and Young Master Su don't need to send them off, it's just a temporary farewell. The sun is too bright today, so please come back early."

Li Xian and Su Dalang looked at each other, with disappointment in their eyes.

After helping to block Miaozhen from waiting for the people in Luoyang Palace that afternoon, Ouyang Rong turned around with this indifferent attitude all the time.

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have been hiding the truth from my nephew Lianghan before. I should have listened to my niece Xie..."

Li Xian was dejected, stroked his beard and sighed.

Su Dalang and Wei Mei comforted Li Xian, and Li Bao'er's crisp voice suddenly came out of the carriage:

"Father, you don't need to blame yourself too much. Maybe Ouyang Lianghan is really busy, so it's inconvenient to see people?"

"Hey." Li Xian sighed.

At this moment, the luggage was loaded and unloaded, and the huge official ship slowly started to leave the dock.

Li Xian, Li Bao'er and others turned their heads one after another, looked into the distance, and vaguely saw two figures, one tall and one short, on the bow deck of the ship, they were Ouyang Lianghan and the silver-haired maid beside him.

Li Baoer's pink lips under the light veil are slightly unnoticeable:

"Are you really leaving... Asking for leave to return home? The excuse is still..."

"But the Su family on Luming Street?"

At this moment, a slave in sackcloth ran to the carriage and asked about it. After confirming the identities of Li Xian and the others, the servant respectfully handed over a letter:
"The county magistrate entrusted me to deliver a letter to Miss Su."

Li Xian and the others looked at each other.

"Bring it."

Li Bao'er's voice was a little joyful, and a white white hand quickly stretched out from the curtain, took the envelope, and the servant turned and left.

After a while, the carriage became quiet, and Su Dalang outside couldn't help asking:
"Sister, what did Brother Lianghan say?"

Su Gu'er didn't answer, cast her wonderful eyes on the official boat slowly going away on the river, squinted slightly, the letter paper in her hand was gone.

Sitting next to her, Wei Mei, who was also veiled, turned her head in a daze, looking at her daughter and the embroidered shoes of her skirt, and the shredded pieces of paper all over the floor with slightly strange eyes.

Needless to say, it was torn neatly and beautifully, and it looked like an old obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The veiled girl who tore the paper had a bad tone:
"Oh, there is nothing left for me... What did he say? Use your younger sister as a microphone, and go say a word to the Xie family sister who is thinking about it... No, he really thinks that I am the most idle person in the family?"

Su Dalang: "..." Isn't it?He swallowed the words.

"Let's go, go back." She was annoyed.

Not long after, Li Xian's family left either disappointed or stern.

What they didn't know was that there was a window half-closed on the tea house not far behind.

With a "squeak", the window closed.

Ouyang Rong looked away.

Things went well today.

Ye Weilai didn't cry or make trouble this time, she was surprisingly cooperative, got up early in the morning, honestly packed her luggage and returned home.

"Maybe I feel that I will accompany you, and there is no sadness of parting for the time being..."

Ouyang Rong sighed softly, picked up the cool green tea on the table, raised his head and drank it in one gulp.

He turned his head and glanced at the empty teahouse box, and said to himself:

"Everyone has made arrangements. As for the official seal, official uniform and letter of resignation, let the junior sister hand it in for me after she finds out... Well, I'm the only one left. It's strange, why do you want to add a 'again'?" '?"

The young man in regular clothes rubbed his face vigorously, turned around and took out a felt hat, put it on with his head down, and left silently.

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PS: I would like to solemnly declare here that the processing of the mask is only necessary for the plot, and I will not write any toxic plots in the future, please do not think about it.

The mask has been identified as the owner, and it is exclusive to the protagonist, and anyone else who is not identified by the protagonist cannot use it.

Xiaorong has always felt that an excellent plot should not be restricted by too many shackles, as long as it is not a minefield recognized by the mainstream.

But this does not mean that the creators can play without restrictions. Xiaorong, who purely loves the party, will never write plots that are known to be poisoned by mainstream readers.

This is also a kind of trust maintained between the author and the reader:
Readers believe that the author will not do such a thing, and the author also believes that his readers believe that he will not do such a thing, thus creating a virtuous circle of creative freedom and reading experience.

But if one party violates this trust, the other party has the right to point out and criticize immediately.

that's all.

　Happy birthday to the good brother of the leader "Favorite Dongshan Qing"!I love you!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)