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Chapter 453 Rong Zhen: You are quite nice.

"Ouyang Changshi is optimistic."

Seeing the smile on Ouyang Rong's face, Rong Zhen, who was seriously injured and lying on the bed, had a dazed look in his eyes and murmured something.

"Actually, it's okay for people to be fine. The most precious thing about life is to keep the green hills alive so you don't have to worry about running out of firewood."

"Is the person okay?"

"Well, the official is saying that the friends and relatives I know are fine. As for the ones I don't know, I can only feel a little sorry."

Ouyang Rong explained, as if he saw Rong Zhen's dejected expression, he paused and said in an apologetic tone:

"Sorry, we are talking about the sad story of the female historian. Yan Zhang, the male historian, and Lian Qing, the female historian, were colleagues of the female historian in Sitianjian. It is really a pity that they were killed this time. The subordinates stayed out of the matter and did not have much empathy. They should not make sarcastic remarks. .”

"nothing."

Rong Zhen shook his head, holding the medicine in both hands, his pretty face pale and colorless.

Coupled with the already thin figure of a girl, wearing a plain white lining, she looks like a widow or a filial daughter wearing a white mourning dress. She looks so charming and charming, I feel pity for her.

Ouyang Rong also took another look.

She lowered her eyes and stared at the medicine bowl with the black soup sloshing in it. She was in a daze for a while and then suddenly asked:

"Ouyang Changshi said that as long as he and his friends are fine, this also...includes me?"

Ouyang Rong was stunned, as if he didn't expect Rong Zhennv Shi, who was always cold and cold, to ask such a question, and was a little hesitant.

Rong Zhen suddenly spoke harshly: "Tell the truth."

Ouyang Rong immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at rice:

"Yes, including the female historian. After all, we have worked together for so long, and there is a sense of collegiality. Don't blame me, the female historian. I don't mean to disrespect you."

When Rong Zhen heard this, he changed the subject and asked with raised eyebrows:

"In Huang Xuan's courtyard, are there really only three of us alive? Where are the others? None of them are alive? Are all the bodies there?"

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but look at the cold and cold girl with a concerned look on her face, as if she was a little curious as to why the channel switching was so smooth.

Being stared at by him, Rong Zhen looked away slightly.

Rong Zhen actually didn't know why he suddenly became stern and stern just now. He clearly didn't mean to scare him. He was just talking and unconsciously brought in the attitude he used when doing business in public. See He was dissatisfied with his slowness and wanted to hurry.

But now it is not a public place for business, it is just a private ward. Moreover, Ouyang Lianghan was still concerned about her condition just now. Even when he was sick, he came over to give her medicine, especially when he said something like a friend.

Rong Zhen felt a little embarrassed after being fierce for no reason, but still remained silent...

Fortunately, at this time, Ouyang Rong seemed not to care and had already spoken, alleviating her embarrassment:

"Well, most of them have been found, but there are two bodies missing."

"Which two people?"

"Huang Xuan, and the little Mo Jing named Miao Si, the Judicial Cao's people came to visit in the morning, and the official asked about it. Their bodies were not found in the ruins of the courtyard in Xingzifang, and there was no trace of them around. I don’t know if he is still alive or where he has gone.”

Ouyang Rong shook his head and sighed.

Rong Zhen, who was leaning against the bed, straightened up and his starry eyes narrowed slightly.

"Be careful, don't spill the medicine on your clothes...the quilt is on."

Ouyang Rong glanced and reminded.

If it were a junior sister, he would definitely say, don't spill it on your clothes, but if Rong Zhen was... he should be more concerned about the bedding underneath.

In fact, it's normal. Junior sister is special. She eats and misses food and it easily falls on her chest...

How did Rong Zhen know the art and exquisiteness of someone's speech? He frowned and asked:

"Ouyang Changshi Kezhi, what happened that day?"

"Well, I also heard what people from Judiciary Cao said later. They said that when they rushed over, they saw a group of sword-wielding women wearing ancient Wu-style skirts fighting against young men in Confucian shirts wearing bronze masks. When we arrived, it was already over and all these people were gone.”

Hearing this, Rong Zhen took a sip of the medicine, lowered his eyes and said to himself:

"The snow-white sword energy in the yard at that time looked a bit like a woman's sword energy, wearing an ancient Wu Feng dress... Could it be the Yue female swordsman from Yunmeng Jianze?

"But why did you have a fight with the owner of Dielianhua?

"Then Master Dielianhua didn't kill me. Could it be that he was delayed by the group of Yue girls and forgot to be cruel? Or maybe he thought that Yue girls were invited by me and wanted to use them as hostages, but later forgot about them during the fight... …”

She nodded slowly, with a thoughtful expression on her face:

"Huang Xuan and the little Mo Jing are also missing. Could it be that they were taken away by Yunmengyue girls, and they also discovered Huang Xuan's talent and spiritual eyes...

“Indeed, this little girl was born in Jiangzhou, which belongs to the land of Wuyue, and is considered the sphere of influence of Yunmeng Jianze.

"But it is also possible that he was taken away by the owner of Die Lianhua, and the little Mo Jing was also taken away. It is very likely that he knew the owner of Die Lianhua, so he lied to me at the beginning, and did not find similar styles. Later, he set up the formation midway He ran away and refused to give an account of his life or death.

"I just don't know if Huang Xuan knows about this, and whether Xiao Mo Jing has told her that the two of them had a quarrel. It seems like they don't get along, but it's not necessarily..."

"Ms. Female Historian's analysis makes sense."

Ouyang Rong immediately interrupted with a somewhat unhappy tone:

"This little Mo Jing named Si Si is probably the traitor. The owner of Dielianhua came to visit her. Maybe she was the one who tipped off the news and came to save her. Alas, it is in vain that Mr. Shi trusts her so much."

Rong Zhen shook his head:

"At that time, I didn't really believe in this nonsense-talking Mo Jing, but I didn't expect that she would be so dishonest and have an affair with the owner of Die Lianhua.

"But looking at the master of Dielianhua's peerless literary talent and rich literary spirit, it is normal for the little Mo Jing to have contact with him. Maybe they were acquaintances before. I really didn't expect it. This palace made a mistake..."

Ouyang Rong followed her and sighed softly, with a regretful expression on his face.

Rong Zhen couldn't help but look at Ouyang Rong's dress in front of him.

He was also wearing a white t-shirt worn by patients. He had just gotten up from next door, but his forehead was wrapped in a circle of cloth. On his right forehead, there was a blood stain the size of a baby's fist seeping through the white cloth.

At the same time, there was a dagger stab wound on his right chest, which was wrapped in a bandage. It should have been left by Huang Xuan, who suddenly changed his face that day.

It looks a bit miserable.

However, compared to her who was still weak and lying on the bed drinking medicine, she looked much more energetic. I don't know if the man's body was stronger because he could withstand beatings.

But speaking of it, it was a fluke that the three of them survived this time.

Rong Zhen couldn't help but feel some sympathy for each other, and by the way, he also felt that someone was a little more pleasing to the eye.

The air was silent for a while.

In front of the hospital bed, Rong Zhen's tone was a little low:

"It was me who implicated Chang Shi and nearly wiped out Si Tianjian's main force in Jiangzhou..."

"It's okay, it's okay. Aren't you okay now? It's your responsibility too. Do your best. As I said, just be okay."

Rong Zhen saw the handsome young man waving his hands carelessly and suddenly stood up. This optimistic figure ran to open the window of the room for some fresh air.

The window was pushed open, and the near-noon sunlight passed through the bare treetops and sprinkled on the window sill. Some tiny golden beams fell on the quilt of her bed.

The sun suddenly entered the room, making the light much brighter, but it was so harsh that Rong Zhen squinted his eyes slightly.

After getting used to the midday sun, she stared at the tiny specks of dust in the sunlight above the quilt, her face a little lost.

"Are you hungry? Do you want to go get some food for Lady Shi?"

Ouyang Rong by the window turned around and asked.

Rong Zhen glanced at his somewhat caring face and pursed his lips:

"No need... are your injuries okay? At that time, I thought you were killed and was silenced by the owner of Die Lianhua at the door."

"Well, that's not true, but..." Ouyang Rong rubbed his waist, gritted his teeth and sucked in air:

"This thief is really hateful. He knows how to sneak attack and kick people. If he hadn't been careless and didn't dodge at that time, the official would have captured him. Well, don't believe it, Ms. Shi. Looking at the official with this look, well, at least he must have been there a few times at that time. This move can buy some reaction time for the guys in the yard..."

Rong Zhen ignored these big words and shook his head.

However, speaking of it, if she had heard the man in front of her say such grand words and big words before, she would definitely have shown disdain and despised him.

But now, looking at Ouyang Rong who was muttering indignantly, she didn't feel much disgust in her heart. Maybe it was because she was familiar with him... She thought to herself.

Rong Zhen glanced at Ouyang Rong's waist, his eyes slightly apologetic, as if he was worried about something.

Ouyang Rong immediately shook his head and said righteously:

"Xiaguan's waist is fine, it's just... it's just a little sore. He'll still be a good man when he comes back to it. Ms. Shi doesn't need to worry about those aspects."

Rong Zhen ignored him and asked directly: "Then when you were outside the hospital, did you see the face of the owner of Die Lianhua clearly?"

"No, when Xia Guan and Liu Lang found him, he was standing at the entrance of the alley, sneaking around. He didn't pay much attention at the time. He originally wanted to ask in the past, but he sneaked in early and made a sneak attack..."

Rong Zhen roughly knew the process and didn't listen to what was said next.

At this moment, the imperial doctor from Jiangzhou Medical Department returned and said that something happened just now. Please don't blame the female historian.

Rong Zhen waved her hand and the imperial doctor continued to treat her. She turned around and motioned for Ouyang Rong to go back and rest.

Ouyang Rong nodded, walked to the door, seemed to think of something, looked back and said:

"By the way, there is one more thing. Well, when I woke up in the ruins yesterday, I picked up something at the scene. I don't have it with me now. I forgot to bring it with me. I will bring it to the female historian next time..."

Rong Zhen didn't pay too much attention, nodded slightly, and didn't look at him at the door again, but stared at the quilt in front of him in a daze.

Before Ouyang Rong left the ward, he happened to see her staring blankly into the sky.

With a sigh, he left the ward.

After going out, Ouyang Rong returned to his hospital room first, didn't stay long, got dressed, and strode out.

Outside the back door of the Medical Office, there was a low-key carriage waiting under the shadow of the trees for a long time.

Ouyang Rong got into the carriage.

In the car, Xie Lingjiang, who was bending down to prepare smokeless charcoal for the incense burner, immediately put down the silver tongs and gently held his arm.

"how's it going."

"It's okay, there should be no doubt."

Ouyang Rong shook his head gently and said calmly:

"When most people wake up from a daze and their minds are just starting to work, they are more likely to believe the words of the first person around them. This is inevitable."

On this point, he has a better say. After all, he has woken up twice in the Pure Land Palace, and his mother believed the lies of the same people, such as a certain Crane Cloak Qiu Taoist...

"That's good." After a pause, he curled his lips again: "Elder brother is really bad."

Ouyang Rongzheng took a slight breath and sat down with his waist. Hearing this, his face suddenly dropped:

"So bad that you flashed your own waist?"

Xie Lingjiang's expression changed slightly, and he quickly reached out and touched Ouyang Rong's waist, whispering concern:

"Eldest brother, does your waist still hurt?"

As soon as he mentioned this, Ouyang Rong became angry and gritted his teeth with a straight face:

"Aren't we asking you to just kick ass?"

"Yes...it's a kick in the butt. Didn't you say that the butt has more meat and can withstand kicking better?"

"Bear the kick but not the fly. You kicked so hard that you just knocked your head. You can pretend to be injured. Who would have thought there was an extra spot? Hey, bring me a soft cushion. My waist hurts because of the hard back. .”

"Who knew you would reach your waist and be so helpless..."

Xie Ling Jiang opened his mouth weakly, and found that the elder brother's eyes were wide open. He immediately stopped, rolled his eyes, made some excuses, and muttered instead:

"Didn't you say, didn't you say that you wanted to pretend to be a bit like you, and you also asked me to use the same kick as when we first met at Dagushan Sanhuiyuan...

"Senior Brother, that kick is my favorite. Hehe, I think it will be difficult to surpass it in my life."

"No, you have surpassed it now, and this is what you are proud of." Ouyang Rong nodded: "So you kicked your husband in the waist?"

"..." Xie Lingjiang.

The atmosphere in the car was silent, but it gave people great pressure, under the sad eyes of the senior brother.

The noble daughter Xie quickly acted coquettishly and touched his waist with her little hands left and right. She was very reluctant to let go and looked guilty:

"Oh, don't be angry. I'll rub it for you. Does it still hurt? Well, senior brother, be good..."

Ouyang Rong's face softened slightly, but he was still not relieved. He reached out directly, lifted up the skirt of the beautiful woman, and kneaded the long and tense legs with his palms. While feeling the roundness and symmetry, he did not forget to apply a little force occasionally. This lesson made Xie Lingjiang's little head buried in his chest, and he couldn't help but let out a few snorts...

The young couple stuck to each other and had a bit of a fight.

Ouyang Rong took back his palm, regained his composure, and asked:

"Are they in the palace?"

Xie Lingjiang couldn't stand the contrast between someone's habit of being rude one breath and being serious and business-like the next.

She patted her permed cheeks with her bare hands, was embarrassed to look at him, and turned around to open some windows:

"Yes. Director Lu is taking care of it."

"Let's go and have a look at the palace. There are some things we can discuss later."

Ouyang Rong interrupted the young junior sister who was hesitant to speak and gave instructions.

"Okay." Xie Lingjiang nodded.

Just when the carriage started to start and Xie Lingjiang quietly guarded him against mischief, Ouyang Rong, who had lowered his head in thought, suddenly raised his head.

In his ears, a series of crisp wooden fish sounds were ringing one after another, without stopping in a short period of time.

In fact, when I was in Rongzhen's ward, I started to hear these crisp wooden fish sounds, but at that time I just thought it was accidental, thinking that it might be the Longcheng Broken Wing Canal or Shuangfengjian Grottoes that were feeding off people's welfare intermittently.

But right now, it doesn’t seem to be necessarily the case.

Just from waking up calmly, the merit value has increased by three hundred.

He looked a little stunned.

"What's wrong, senior brother?" Xie Lingjiang asked with concern.

"Well, it's not that important."

Ouyang Rong glanced at the curious little junior sister, shook his head, covered his mouth, and coughed.

Since his merit has increased, someone must be thanking him from the bottom of his heart.

After a while, he calmly glanced at the hospital ward behind him.

Well, it's just that I accidentally discovered another little idiot who can earn merit.

The last time I discovered this rare species was my junior sister.

It seems like I have to come here often these days.

Ouyang Rong nodded secretly.

(End of this chapter)