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Chapter 463 Xingzi Lake, daily things

After hearing Ouyang Rong's reminder, the little girl in Confucian attire jumped up from the pillow.

She put her hands behind her back and walked around on the bed like a little adult, then sat on the edge of the bed, swung her short legs, rested her chin on her hands, and stayed alone for a while.

Miao Si suddenly complained:

"However, that person named Yuan, although he has great literary talent, is stingy. He usually writes poems and lyrics and so on. He does it secretly. I don't know why. He acts like a thief. Is it to prevent my fairy lady from stealing something? ?Humph, so rude."

Ouyang Rong couldn't help laughing.

However, a look of thought appeared on his face...

Early the next morning.

Ouyang Rong first sent Miaosi to Prince Xunyang's Mansion.

The little ink spirit turned into a broken ink stick, which he stuffed into his sleeve and carried out, walked through the streets and alleys, and finally sent it to Xie Lingjiang's boudoir.

The corners of Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched slightly when he caught his friend's little move with his peripheral vision.

"Obviously, enjoy the view."

"Why don't you go out of the city to enjoy the scenery?"

Yan Liulang came to report. The final result was of course that there was no news, and the situation at A Qing's side in Longcheng was also calm.

"No money, the scenery in my courtyard."

Ouyang Rong once again came to the ruins of the ancient courtyard.

As Ouyang Rong spoke seriously, he rolled up his sleeves, quickly climbed onto the rockery, walked to Yuan Huaimin and sat down.

This courtyard is in ruins, with neither people nor things.

In the main hall, Ouyang Rong squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then slowly turned his head to look at the empty seat belonging to a certain Jiangzhou Sima.

Ouyang Rong planned to pick her back up in a few days.

"It's rare that Brother Lianghan takes such good care of you..."

"It seems that he is indeed seriously ill."

A few days ago, under his supervision, Yuan Huaimin worked diligently to improve his salary. He must have secretly calculated it over the past two days and found that this month's salary was enough, so he immediately asked for leave and wasted no opportunity to ask for leave.

Last time in the old courtyard, Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen were right. Sima Yuanda did live near this courtyard.

I saw that Yuan Huaimin did not stay quietly in the house, but climbed up a rockery in the pond in the courtyard. He looked into the distance with a stubble on his face.

I knew this old boy was lazy and asked for leave.

Ouyang Rong, who was standing at the door, chuckled and walked into the yard.

"Brother Huaimin asks for leave frequently. Well, isn't it because he is worried that the real guest will die in a foreign country? He came here to check on him, just in case, so that it can be convenient for collecting the body."

"Uh, brother Huaimin, why are you sitting so high?"

A quarter of an hour later, Ouyang Rong got ready and went out again. He left the Jiangzhou lobby and went to Xingzifang.

Ouyang Rong had trouble sleeping and eating without finding them or confirming that they were out of the city.

Compared to a certain poor and upright official, Miao Si could still trust Xie Lingjiang's food to be nutritious.

Ouyang Rong glanced at it, his expression as usual.

"nothing."

When Yuan Huaimin heard this, his expression suddenly changed, but his speed was not slowed down at all, and he put away the bag of mung bean cake before Ouyang Rong came up.

If the guess is correct, this packet of mung bean cake was made by Ye Weila personally. It was given to Yuan Huaimin when he went to the Huaiye Lane mansion to have a meal a few days ago.

It's better to let this little ink spirit help the junior sister to break through the book first.

Regarding Ouyang Rong's chaos and abandonment, Miaosi expressed strong protest and deep condemnation.

"Brother Huaimin, what are you looking at?"

Seeing Ouyang Rong walking into the courtyard freely, Yuan Huaimin put down the wine bottle and sighed sadly:
"Brother Lianghan, why are you here?"

But when Ouyang Rong shook Qingfeng's sleeves and said that he and his junior sister would have as much Han Lei Mo sticks as they could eat every day, the little girl in Confucian attire quickly changed her face and smiled happily.

Yuan Huaimin had several volumes of miscellaneous books in his hand, carrying a pot of rice wine, and placed a bag of cakes wrapped in a handkerchief on his knees.

At the same time, he lifted the wine bottle and shook it. There was still a little rice wine in it, but he didn't hide it.

After leaving the palace, Ouyang Rong first called Liulang and asked if there was any movement of Xuezhongzhu and the group of Yue girls.

Ouyang Rong nodded.

Ouyang Rong pretended not to see it. After sitting down, he picked up the basic miscellaneous books Yuan Huaimin had and flipped through them. At the same time, his eyes followed Yuan Huaimin's gaze and looked at the lake in the distance.

Ouyang Rong wandered around the ruins, then turned to go to a temple called Chengtian Temple not far from here in the downtown area.

"There is no such thing as running around in a daze." Ouyang Rong nodded: "Well, he has the demeanor of a great poet."

After all, the junior sister is very persuasive.

Anyway, he had already made a red and black talisman to guarantee it, so he didn't need her help for the time being.

In a side courtyard, he found Yuan Huaimin who had "asked for leave due to illness."

Yuan Huaimin immediately smiled bitterly: "A great poet who can't write a poem in half a year?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "This is called accumulation but little success. If you don't make a sound, it will be a blockbuster."

Yuan Huaimin couldn't help but look at Ouyang Rong. After a while, he showed an embarrassed expression:

"Brother Lianghan still understands me."

Ouyang Rong suddenly pointed his index finger at a large lake in the distance outside the courtyard and asked;
"What kind of lake is this? It's a bit big."

The lake in front of you is located in Chengtian Temple, not far from the courtyard where Yuan Huaimin lived.

In other words, most of the wings and main halls of Chengtian Temple were built around this lake.

I saw that the water surface of this lake was calm, and the sparkling lake light reflected in the sun looked like the scales of a giant dragon, which was really beautiful.

Especially in the center of the lake, there seems to be a raised stone foundation, and there happens to be a pavilion located in the middle of the lake.

"The lake is called Xingzi." Yuan Huaimin explained: "Speaking of which, the name of Xingzifang also comes from it."

"Oh? There's also this matter."

Yuan Huaimin said:

"I heard from the locals that in ancient times, a star fell from the sky and hit this place, creating a crater. As a result, the lake was formed over time. In ancient times, the people of Xunyang lived by the water, and gradually formed the current bustling city.

"Well, this must have happened a long time ago. According to local chronicles, in a certain dynasty, the 'Xingzi Stone' in the center of the lake was mined and sent to the capital as an auspicious gift. This is the old calendar.

"I don't know if there are Xingzi stones in the lake at the moment, but this lake has become one of the ten scenic spots in Xunyang. Speaking of which, this Chengtian Temple can be regarded as located in the center of the old city of Xingzifang. It has a long history. It’s full of the style of ancient temples in the south of the Yangtze River.”

Yuan Huaimin nodded and praised.

Ouyang Rong smiled and said:
"Brother Huaimin only pays so little for rent, but he can still rent such a good place with a lake and a view. It's really good."

After being exposed, Yuan Huaimin looked a little embarrassed.

There must be a reason why the rent in Chengtian Temple is so cheap. If they had the spare money to choose, who would live here and squeeze in with the bald donkeys? But just brag and brag about yourself. Taking pleasure in hardship is also a kind of open-minded and cheerful ability, isn't it?

He was thick-skinned, quickly calmed down, and drank in a leisurely manner.

"Brother Lianghan, do you want a bite?"

Ouyang Rong extended his hand unceremoniously, and Yuan Huaimin immediately grimaced:
"It's only one o'clock. I asked you politely just now, doesn't Brother Lianghan not drink this much?"

Ouyang Rong, who couldn't pour a thousand cups, ignored him, grabbed the wine bottle, took a sip, and then handed it back to him.

But the words in his mouth were not forgiving at all:
"When I first came in, I thought Yuan Sima was nostalgic for his friends Li Zhengyan and Du Shuqing."

Yuan Huaimin paused as he lifted the wine flask with his palm.

Under Ouyang Rong's gaze, he sighed:

"That's not the case. Everyone has his or her own destiny. I don't care about things over there."

"Oh? Yuan Sima also heard about it?"

"Well, the young monks who were cooking in the Zhaiyuan this morning were all talking about it. I heard that the battle on the front line seems to be unfavorable to Kuang Fu's army, and Hongzhou City was not defended."

Ouyang Rong looked calm, and Long Xiu touched the latest information report in his sleeve.

Later, he would go to the medical office to meet a cold and cold girl in palace clothes. He sent the recent Xunyang intelligence report and the frontline battle report of the conquest army for Rong Zhen to browse.

The good news coming from the front recently is that Qin Jingqin has captured the city of Hongzhou. Cai Qin, King Teng and other defeated troops retreated and evacuated the territory of Hongzhou, joining Li Zhengyan's army on their way north.

And according to this morning’s intelligence report, Qin Heng seems to have made a lot of contributions as a vanguard of the former army...

Ouyang Rong said directly to Yuan Huaimin, who shook his head with emotion:

"General Qin is a famous general in the world. It is only a matter of time before he captures Hongzhou City. There is nothing surprising. The real decisive battle is still to come. When Li Zhengyan's main force arrives, it will be difficult to stop this battle without a decisive battle between the main forces of both sides. .

"However, now that Hongzhou City as the bridgehead has been lost, Li Zhengyan will be in big trouble."

Yuan Huaimin couldn't help but look at him twice:
"Brother Lianghan is so relieved about General Qin... Well, yes, I remember that when Old General Qin was in the city, he didn't even give him the honor of being the governor, and everyone disappeared, but later he only met Lianghan specifically. You, come and have dinner together.

"It seems that we had a very happy conversation at that time. No wonder Brother Lianghan doesn't seem to ask or worry too much about the front line in the Jiangzhou lobby recently. Instead, he just immerses himself in dealing with the Donglin Giant Buddha."

Ouyang Rong was noncommittal and asked:
"Didn't Brother Huaimin say that he wanted to compose a poem that would be famous all over the world? How is the progress recently? I write in my notebook every day. Do you have any inspiration?"

Yuan Huaimin looked confused and asked drunkenly: "Is there such a thing? Where did Brother Lianghan hear about it?"

Where did you hear it? The last time you had dinner in Huaiye Lane, you said this to yourself, patting your chest in front of your aunt, Wei Lai and other little girls.

Ouyang Rong twitched the corner of his mouth and ignored this guy who was pretending to be confused.

"Ouyang Changshi, I used to be very arrogant. In the words of my friends, I was arrogant because of my talents."

"and then."

"Then I got a beating from God."

"Reasonable."

"In fact, Xunyang City is quite good. Although it is not as prosperous as Chang'an, it does not have the impetuousness and hustle and bustle. It can make people calm down and think about many things."

"for example?"

“For example, I have always wanted to collect and sort out the poems I have read or written. I used to just think about it, but now I have a lot of time to do it.

"Another example is drawing a picture of Dongmei, or writing a book about thatched cottage, briefly talking about some of the unique garden landscapes seen in Xunyang. There seemed to be no such book on the market before...

"For example, I studied the Buddhism of the Lotus Pure Land Sect. When I was in Chang'an, I was obsessed with Zen Buddhism. Now I find that the Lotus Sect also has merits. Last month, I had a chat with the eminent monk Dahui. He is indeed an eminent monk who protects the country..."

Yuan Huaimin was verbose, and Ouyang Rong listened silently without urging him.

After a while, the sun was rising. Ouyang Rong glanced at his talkative friend, said goodbye and left.

Yuan Huaimin looked at the leaving figure of this handsome man, sat alone for a while, and sighed slightly.

He touched a certain yellow booklet in his arms, then took out the mung bean cake bag again, twisted one up and prepared to throw it into his mouth.

The next moment, a figure came back from below. Yuan Huaimin felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him, and soon his hands were empty, and the pastry was gone.

Yuan Huaimin looked down in confusion.

"I forgot to have breakfast this morning. Thank you Brother Huaimin for the wine and cakes."

Someone waved his hand and left, seemingly chewing something in his mouth, vaguely.

"..." Yuan Huaimin.

Half an hour later, Ouyang Rong came to the medical office with the latest information.

The door was ajar, so he pushed it open and walked into the ward.

Rong Zhen was nowhere to be seen on the bed in the back room.

He turned around and looked.

I saw a cold and cold girl in palace clothes standing by the window sill, bathing in the golden morning sun, as if she was recovering from illness and boredom. She was holding a kettle in her hand, watering a pot of unknown feverfew.

"Ms. Shi, can you get out of bed?"

Ouyang Rong walked over curiously.

Rong Zhen turned around, his long and narrow eyes with lower eyelashes looked at him with a starry gaze.

Only then did Ouyang Rong see a new pair of crutches in her hand, but it seemed she still had difficulty moving.

Rong Zhen glanced at him, then at the door, frowning slightly.

It seemed that he was a little dissatisfied with Ouyang Rong's behavior of entering the house without knocking respectfully.

Ouyang Rongzhuangruo didn't notice and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of support:

"Ms. Shi, be careful."

Rong Zhen had a cold face and said nothing. He waved his hand calmly, motioning for him to get out of the way, and then walked to the table in the center of the room with his crutches.

Upon seeing this, Ouyang Rong took out an information report and went to greet him.

At this moment, Rong Zhen's embroidered shoes suddenly tripped and his body leaned forward.

Ouyang Rong subconsciously stretched out his hand, and then seemed to realize something. His hand movement suddenly slowed down for half a beat, and even retracted, causing the beauty to not fall into his arms in a bloody manner, but...

With a sound of "Ah", her upper body hit Ouyang Rong's right thigh, and she subconsciously grabbed it.

Rong Zhen's entire posture was like bending down to hug his thigh.

Moreover, looking down from Ouyang Rong's perspective, he could faintly see the thin string of the bellyband on the back of Rong Zhen's neck that was blocked by the collar of the palace dress.

It was the purple bellyband that was a little white after washing, but he actually put it back on... someone thought quietly.

At this moment, the posture between the two was really weird.

A man and a woman, one standing and one kneeling, the latter still holding the former's thigh.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became quiet.

(End of this chapter)