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Chapter 561: Lady Historian wants me to reveal my lust? [Vote for me!]

morning.

Xunyang City, West Gate.

On the heavily guarded city wall, there were two figures, one tall and one short, standing side by side.

They watched together as a large and solemn convoy of vehicles carrying the Buddha's head slowly passed through the West Gate Bridge tunnel below the city wall.

The man and woman who were staring at me were both handsome and pretty.

The man had a slender figure, a crown with an ice-white jade hairpin inserted in it, and was wearing a scarlet fifth-rank official uniform. He had a gentle and calm expression and stood with his sleeves rolled up.

The girl had a natural fox-like face, without any makeup, but as delicate as porcelain. Her lacquered eyes, combined with the cold and stiff porcelain face of the young girl, made her look like a rag doll placed in her daughter's room.

Coupled with her simple plain white palace dress and the orange sachet tied around her waist...she looks like an exquisite rag doll.

Especially when the golden sunlight in the morning hits the girl's cheeks, the delicate and tiny hairs are visible, and her long eyelashes flutter.

At least that was the feeling in Ouyang Rong's eyes.

But most people who come into contact with her don't dare to look at her so closely.

Because this cold girl in palace clothes is the most favored lady in colorful clothes around His Majesty, and she looks difficult to get along with, with an icy aura that can lower the atmosphere by three degrees.

But at this moment, a blue-clothed constable trotted up to the city gate and handed a piece of paper to the two people who were standing side by side on the top of the city wall basking in the sun.

The silence was broken.

Ouyang Rong took the draft notice, glanced at it, and then handed it to Rong Zhen.

The latter frowned as he finished reading.

“Isn’t this a bit bad?”

She asked with a surprisingly hesitant look on her cold face.

"What's not so good?"

Ouyang Rong said indifferently.

"I just feel that I am a little...disrespectful to the deceased. Putting aside my personal likes and dislikes, after all, they were loyal martyrs who sacrificed their lives for the saint and the court..."

"Ms. Rong is right. The dead are great, but the living are greater. The dead are gone, and the living are like this."

"This..." A hint of hesitation flashed across Rong Zhen's eyes.

"I believe that Master Wei, Brother Lin, Lord Wang, and Vice President Shen would agree if they knew about this. If the real culprit can be caught, it will be worthwhile for you to sacrifice your image reputation... Ms. Rong, don't you agree?"

"Okay... well, let's post it first. I will inform Prince Wei's Mansion, Wang Lengran's family, and Senior Song with the Supervisory Council."

Rong Zhen nodded slowly and folded up the notice.

"it is good."

Ouyang Rong's eyes showed praise, and he said with emotion:
"Well, I'm sure His Royal Highness the Prince of Wei will understand after hearing about it. The princes still put the overall situation first. Yes, Deputy Supervisor Song is the same. The mourning hall at Xingzi Lake was dismantled quite quickly today..."

Rong Zhen didn't know what to say and glanced at someone with a sincere expression.

The draft notice in her hand featured portraits of Wei Shaoqi, Lin Cheng, Wang Lengran and Shen Bingqiang.

After the draft of this notice is reviewed by her and the Supervisory Council, it will soon be posted on the bulletin boards of all the streets and alleys of all counties and cities, as well as at the city gates and post stations, in most of Jiangnan, east of Hongzhou and west of Yangzhou...

Closely follow the Yunmeng Lady who is "hotly" wanted for using violence to disrupt the law and the chivalrous men of Tiannan Jianghu.

Moreover, this newly released wanted poster is ranked alongside the notorious Yunmeng Lady Jun Xue Zhongzhu, competing together for the top spot.

The wanted person's name is, the owner of Butterfly Love Flower.

The reward for the head is three thousand taels; the reward for the clue is three hundred taels... He was certified as a traitor by the government.

On the city wall, Ouyang Rong, who was enjoying the breeze in the sun, quietly gave a thumbs up, except that his handsome face was not included, which was a bit of a pity.

"Who painted these portraits? They look quite like them."

Rong Zhen asked curiously.

Ouyang Rong curled his lips:

"Yuan Changshi was familiar with these four people, so he took the responsibility and painted them himself. After he finished, he said to the people around him with melancholy that seeing their faces again made him miss Governor Wang again."

Rong Zhen's pretty face was tense, and she hit the nail on the head:

"I guess he wants to live the good life when Governor Wang was still alive and he was the boss who took the lead in slacking off."

Ouyang Rong suddenly realized and slapped his forehead:
"Oh, that makes sense. Isn't it just a complaint that I'm too strict in my term? Well, Yuan Huaimin, you're using history to criticize the present. Let's go to Xunyang Grottoes tonight to work overtime and get off work at three o'clock."

"agree."

She nodded in the wind and pressed the corners of her lips.

The two of them discussed the daily task of persecuting Yuan Huaimin in a few words and smoothly switched to the next one.

"Ouyang Lianghan, I feel like this thief is still in the city."

"We have to follow the wanted poster to find him, so that he has nowhere to hide."

Ouyang Rong raised his index finger and said slowly, his little logic was very complicated:

"According to your new clues, this person has learned the sorcerer's magic. He can use a bronze mask to disguise himself as the ghosts killed by his sword. So these faces, including the ones that have been painted by people, such as Longcheng Wei Shaoxuan and Liu Zilin, could be the faces he shows to others. They must be restricted."

"Ah."

Rong Zhen nodded slightly, and then her clear eyes turned to Ouyang Rong's profile as he spoke seriously. At some point, she said softly:

"You are so thoughtful and logical that you can put yourself in the thief's shoes and think from his perspective to find out the loopholes and fill in the gaps.

"Also, you also made a great contribution to the wanted police deployment this time. You also sent the experienced Yan Canjun to assist, and the effect was really remarkable. These should have been the work of this palace and the Supervisory Council..."

Having said this, she turned her head, removed her flickering eyes, and looked back at the team transporting the Buddha's head below, and asked quietly:
"Ouyang Lianghan, why do you care so much about me?"

If I don't care about you 24 hours a day, I'm afraid you'll bring people to arrest me one day.

Ouyang Rong muttered in his heart, but his face was serious and he said with righteousness:
"Aren't we brothers and colleagues? Moreover, after I cleaned up the mess in Xingzifang, I promised you that I would continue to inquire about the collapse of the Buddha and Brother Lin's murder. A gentleman's word is as good as his bond."

Rong Zhen glanced at this upright gentleman who valued his promises. After a while, he said in a deep voice:
"I'm sorry to bother you... I was wondering what you wanted from me, and I feel a little pressured... Well, I don't like to owe favors to others."

"What do you want?" Ouyang Rong was slightly stunned.

"Yes, what do I want..." she said to herself.

As he listened, Ouyang Rong noticed that Rong Zhen's tone was a little melancholy. He turned his head and saw her pretty face, looking down at the city, lowering her eyes and whispering:
"Everyone has selfish motives. Even colleagues... they won't do this for no reason, right?"

"right."

Ouyang Rong glanced sideways, and while observing her expression from the corner of his eye, he echoed her.

Uh, what do you want? Please forget about taking the bellyband from Dagu Mountain, eh, but I can't forget it... Or stop chasing me like a madman, okay? What, no? Then what are you talking about...

He has a lot of complaints.

It's a pity that I can't tell.

She suddenly turned around and asked, "Are you worried that the selfish desire in your heart may not be able to withstand the friendship between us? Are you worried that it is inconvenient to speak up?"

"Ah, but... maybe, no, no, I don't have any selfish desires. What selfish desires could I have?"

She asked, "You said it was possible before, why are you changing your words now?"

"Because... it's hard to say. Well, it's just my private desire, I won't hide it. I just hope that Ms. Rong can help me to say a few good words in front of His Majesty in the future."

Ouyang Rong spoke helplessly, hesitated, and continued:

"Well, you are a favorite of His Majesty, and everyone wants to curry favor with you... Since Ms. Rong said so, I will not be reserved anymore, and I hope Ms. Rong will not laugh." Rong Zhen said in a decisive tone:

"No, you are different. You are not that kind of person. They may think so, but you are not. I can feel it."

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but point at his own face: "What's different about me..."

"You never flatter others, and even contradicted His Majesty before. How can you be a person who covets fame and position? Don't fool me."

Ouyang Rong found that the lady seemed to be in a more spirited mood. Before he could finish, her upturned face glowed with an indescribable brilliance in the sunlight, and she said word by word:
"Actually, Ouyang Lianghan...if you have any requests, you can tell me. Don't feel embarrassed. Everyone has selfish desires. I understand. I won't..."

"What's the matter?" Ouyang Rong asked subconsciously.

She stared at the handsome face in front of her and said with surprising seriousness:

"I don't feel disgusted... I don't feel angry after being kept secret from someone close to me... I feel ashamed and angry... I'm actually very easy to talk to, just don't... go too far."

After hearing this, Ouyang Rong looked confused and scratched his head and asked:
"Ms. Rong, did you go through something these past two days? Did someone say something? Why are you suddenly so sad? You didn't talk so much before..."

"Nothing, don't think too much." She looked away again, her eyes cold and her tone impatient, "Just answer the question, don't change the subject."

Seeing her voice rising, Ouyang Rong thought for a moment and tried to speak in a low voice:

"Well, actually I do have a small selfish desire."

"What? You speak, I will listen."

She turned around immediately, her stern expression quickly disappeared, and she looked at him intently.

Ouyang Rong:......

However, I have already said it and I cannot take it back... He pointed at the orange-red sachet on her waist:

"Madam, can you please stop wearing this?"

After these words were spoken, the air on the city wall became somewhat silent, so silent that it made people feel uneasy.

After a while, Ouyang Rong cautiously asked the motionless girl in palace dress:

"Why is Madam Shi silent?"

Rong Zhen had a blank expression on his face: "That's it?"

Ouyang Rong heard that there seemed to be a hint of disappointment in her tone.

"Isn't that offensive enough?" he wondered.

"Oh, it's really offensive. You actually have the nerve to mention this to me, huh."

Rong Zhen nodded.

Ouyang Rong discovered that Rong Zhen, who had been in a very talkative tone just now, had become visibly colder.

So is the aura.

Under the scorching sun, the temperature around him seemed to have dropped by three degrees.

Without waiting for Ouyang Rong to change his words and make amends, Rong Zhen sneered:
"I paid you back the IOU last time, isn't that enough? This is the only hobby of mine. You still want to interfere with me wearing a sachet? Who are you to me? Why are you so involved? Or did someone tell you that you are getting in their way?"

"What's an eyesore? There's nothing..." Ouyang Rong denied it flatly.

Rong Zhen said calmly, "It's okay. You can take it off. Just bring something in exchange."

"What in exchange?"

She raised her head slightly, her cold eyes fixed on an icy white jade hairpin on Ouyang Rong's hair crown.

He immediately shook his head: "This won't work. It's my mother's legacy, so it's a bit particular."

Rong Zhen lowered her eyes: "The one I made won't work either, the scent sachet also has its own rules."

"What's the point? How can they be the same?" Ouyang Rong shook his head, then suddenly came up with an idea. He stretched out his hand to her and asked for something seriously: "Well, if you have any of my mother's relics on you, give them to me so we can exchange them."

Rong Zhen was quiet for a moment, then subconsciously lowered her head, as if looking at her chest. The next moment, her movements froze, and her foxy face suddenly turned red, as if dyed red by the morning glow above her head.

It was the first time that Ouyang Rong saw Lady Shirley's expression, and he suddenly thought of a line of poetry... The most touching line was the gentleness of her lowering her head, like a water lotus that was shy in the cool breeze.

"Think beautifully!"

Rong Zhen said this and hurried downstairs.

Ouyang Rong called out with concern: "Ms. Rong, go to the right of the toilet and enter the tower. Your way down is the way down."

I saw her petite figure moving faster.

"You're not feeling well? That's strange. Could it be that this is some relic that's inconvenient to give away?"

Ouyang Rong was curious. After a while, his expression calmed down, his eyelids drooped, and he repeated the story:
"Then don't make such jokes next time... But she insisted on telling me something from the heart today, which made me speak a little bolder..."

About a cup of tea later, the convoy escorting the Buddha's head safely passed through the west city gate. Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen also returned to the team and escorted the Buddha's head to Xunyang Grottoes together.

Along the way, the two men rode on horseback at the front row of the team, as if they didn't know each other and there was no eye contact. It was as if the conversation on the city wall just now had never happened.

Rong Zhen went to talk to Nanny Song about the matter of using Lin Cheng's portrait for wanted posters.

What surprised Ouyang Rong was that after listening to what was said, the deputy supervisor remained silent and agreed.

Nanny Song suddenly looked at him and asked, "Where is the death-proof Buddhist beads that His Majesty gave you?"

"It's kept in my humble abode." Ouyang Rong answered politely.

"This is a gift from your majesty. How can you be negligent? Take it quickly and carry it with you."

After glancing at her, Ouyang Rong looked calm and sent someone home to get it. After getting it, he played with the Buddhist beads in his hand.

The old woman rolled her eyes, nodded slightly, and snorted, "This is for your own good."

In the afternoon, the head of the Donglin Buddha was safely escorted to the Xunyang Grottoes.

The next day, Rong Zhen came to tell him that the corresponding wanted portraits had all been distributed and sent to various states and counties.

That evening, Ouyang Rong got off duty and did not immediately return to his residence in Huaiye Lane. He bent down to get in the car and told Ali, "Go to Xingzi Lake."

"Yes, sir."

Not long after, the carriage passed by the Xingzi Lake construction site. A corner of the blue-black curtain was lifted, and Ouyang Rong glanced outside at the Xingzi Lake construction site where all the female officials had been evacuated.

The Supervisory Council has officially returned this place to the Jiangzhou Hall, and the entire Xingzifang has been completely opened up.

Originally, they would not have retreated so quickly, but Rong Zhen and others knew that Ouyang Rong still had to deal with Wang Lengran's "mess", so they regarded it as returning the favor.

Ouyang Rong's eyes fell on the Xingzi Lake next to him. His expression was calm and serene, and no one knew what he was thinking.

He said to himself: "Okay, I know you're anxious, but don't worry, it's too noisy..."

Glancing at the crowds of people on the surrounding streets, he sat motionless, allowing the carriage to pass through Xingzi Lake.

Halfway through the journey, Ouyang Rong was about to close his eyes and rest when he suddenly heard a series of wooden fish sounds in his ears.

The sound of the wooden fish lasted for a long time, and it was not of the same type. At first it was a dull sound, followed by a crisp sound.

In the end, looking at the overall picture, the rise and fall are strangely balanced. Well, it is still a small increase, with more than two hundred merits.

【Merit: 1,809】

"Strange, how could there be such a big fluctuation? I felt numb when I fell, and then felt numb again when I swelled up. Is it a coincidence or... who is talking about me..."

Ouyang Rong rubbed his confused face.

(End of this chapter)