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Chapter 754 Rong Zhen: Do you want to take me home for dinner?

Wang Caozhi discovered that his brother-in-law not only took off his clothes, but also tore them.

Putting on official uniforms is cumbersome, and so is taking them off.

He seemed too lazy to untie the bag one by one, and halfway through, he tore it open at the chest.

Ouyang Rong's cheeks puffed up, and with a "hiss", he tore the scarlet official uniform that symbolized the fifth-rank official of the Zhou Dynasty into two halves.

However, the quality of the official uniform is very good, and it is a little difficult to tear it apart with bare hands.

He simply pulled out a delicate skirt-pressing knife from his waist that belonged to a woman, and completely cut the official robe in two.

This operation stunned Wang Caozhi.

He looked around at the remote bamboo forest filled with white mist, shrank his neck, and said with a guilty conscience:

"Brother-in-law, calm down! Why are you tearing my clothes for no reason..."

"Yeah, calm down."

Ouyang Rong nodded calmly, grabbed Wang Caozhi's arm, and temporarily stuffed the official uniform rags that were crumpled into two pieces into his arms.

"Brother-in-law, I'm scared if you do this."

Ouyang Rong ignored him and asked calmly:
"Did you bring a sheepskin water bag?"

Sheepskin water bag?

Looking at his brother-in-law's handsome face, Wang Caozhi didn't know what he was thinking of. He subconsciously tightened his back door and said with shivering teeth:
"I brought it, but it contained rice wine."

"The wine is just right."

Upon hearing this, Wang Caozhi's legs trembled, and his voice began to sound a little bit sad and crying:
"Sister...brother-in-law, can you be gentler?"

"Okay, be gentle."

Ouyang Rong nodded in a very polite manner, as if he was doing something ordinary. He grasped Xie Lingjiang's skirt knife with his backhand, with the blade facing inwards, and without saying a word, he gently cut a "one and a half inch" bloody wound at the base of his right hand.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the lines on his right palm red.

Ouyang Rong seemed to be completely unaware. Under Wang Caozhi's wide, stunned gaze, he took out a red and black talisman from his sleeve.

His bloody right hand, with two fingers straight up, held the red and black talisman paper. Maintaining this somewhat odd posture, he looked at Wang Caozhi and said softly:

"Don't just stand there, water bag."

"oh oh."

Seeing this scene, Wang Caozhi suddenly realized and finally stopped thinking wrongly. He loosened his arms, which he had been holding tightly, and hurriedly took out a sheepskin water bag and handed it over in a panic.

Ouyang Rong did not take it, but used a fire stick to light the red and black talisman in his hand.

He stared straight at the withered yellow flame blooming between his two fingers, and said with a gloomy face:
"Open."

Wang Caozhi quickly opened the water bag and held it forward.

He seemed to have misunderstood Ouyang Rong's meaning and wanted to pour out the rice wine to help clean his bloody mouth.

"Brother-in-law, why did you cut yourself with a knife? Are you poisoned and bleeding yourself..."

Ouyang Rong ignored him and grabbed Wang Caozhi's wrist holding the water bag with his left hand and stuffed the burning rune into the bag mouth.

Seeing Wang Caozhi's surprised expression, he clenched his right fist, suspended it above the mouth of the bag, and clenched his fist hard, and a series of blood drops fell from his palm.

Ouyang Rong pressed his shoulders hard, staring at him and admonishing him:

"After you finish drinking this wine, not a drop is left. I will teach you another formula. Remember it in your heart. After you leave the main cave, no matter where you are, keep reciting this formula in your heart. Don't stop."

Wang Caozhi was holding a sheepskin water bag mixed with talismans, blood and wine in his hand. He was a little confused after listening. He looked up at his brother-in-law's calm and deep face, and he gradually realized the seriousness of certain things.

"well."

Wang Caozhi suppressed his nausea, tilted his head back, and gulped down the rice wine.

Soon, Ouyang Rong came closer and spoke in his ear for a while.

Wang Caozhi lowered his head and muttered to himself, as if he was reciting something.

Suddenly, he remembered what he had just said, and asked with a puzzled look on his face:
"What do you mean, brother-in-law? Leave the main cave? Don't you want me here? Don't you still need to interrogate Qian Chen? Old Yang hasn't come yet..."

Ouyang Rong was too busy to answer.

He casually threw away the sheepskin water bag, reached out to take the two pieces of official uniform cloth from Wang Caozhi's arms, and unfolded them one by one.

Wang Caozhi was shocked to see that Ouyang Rong used his clothes as paper, his fingers as pens, and the hot blood flowing from his knuckles as ink to write words in blood.

There was a bloody word on every piece of official uniform.

It's the same word repeated.

Wang Caozhi rubbed his eyes and found that he was not mistaken. Looking at the big blood words, he licked his dry lips and became a little nervous.

What really made Wang Caozhi so nervous that his body trembled was Ouyang Rong's last words:

"Go, the farther the better, but don't return to Xunyang City for the time being... And on the way, help me deliver these two pieces of clothing to the two people. Make sure you deliver them to them! Go!"

……

Wang Caozhi hurriedly left the bamboo forest, carrying two pieces of official uniform cloth with the same blood word on them and Ouyang Rong's documents as the governor.

Only Ouyang Rong was left there.

He was standing alone, lowering his head and using the white cloth strip left by Wang Caozhi to slowly wrap the wound on the base of his right hand.

Ouyang Rong's crimson official uniform was hastily put on in the carriage not long ago. He was actually wearing a green Confucian shirt underneath, which was sewn by Ah Qing and recommended to him by the embroiderer a few days ago.

Without the eye-catching scarlet official uniform, Ouyang Rong was dressed in a green shirt, and his figure was somewhat ordinary in the emerald green bamboo forest.

Not far away, Old Yang had entered the forest and began to cooperate with Wang Caozhi's followers to interrogate the suspect Qian Chen.

Rong Zhen and the female officials did not come in to interfere.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and took a look.

This lady historian is a very trustworthy person.

After bandaging his palm, Ouyang Rong took out his junior sister's skirt knife again.

In the cold wind of the forest, he rubbed the blade of the skirt knife vigorously with his palm, hundreds of miles away.

The blade gradually heated up and became warm.

After a while, as if sensing something from a distance, the skirt knife in Ouyang Rong's hand trembled slightly, as if someone responded to something...

After doing all this, Ouyang Rong put away his skirt knife, lowered his head to straighten his clothes, and walked towards the open space in the bamboo forest where Qian Chen was being interrogated.

When he arrived at the open space, his followers had already retreated to the side, and under the big tree, only Qian Chen and Old Yang were left.

Everyone watched curiously.

Ouyang Rong glanced at it silently.

Qian Chen was covered in blood, and many of his teeth were broken. His mouth was full of blood. He was gasping for breath, but he clenched his teeth and didn't utter a word.

When Ouyang Rong and Wang Caozhi were talking just now, the followers here must have been interrogating them to no avail.

Old Yang had just arrived. He was wearing a loose, patched black prison guard's uniform, with a head full of silver hair, and he didn't seem to have any torture instruments with him.

The old man only held a rusty knife in his hand. He did not walk towards the suspect Qian Chen, but slowly walked around him and came to the nearest bamboo at the back. He lifted his robe, squatted down, and began to cut the bamboo patiently.

Soon, Old Yang stood up again with a piece of bamboo skin in his hand.

Old Yang used his two dry fingers to gently pinch a piece of bamboo skin, turned around and walked slowly towards Qian Chen, who was completely unaware of his terrifying identity.

When he came in front of Qian Chen and before using the bamboo to punish him, Old Yang turned around and said to Ouyang Rong with a smile: "Little scholar, the book says that bamboo has the demeanor of a gentleman. It does not break when the wind blows, and it does not get dirty when the rain falls. It has joints and few branches, and its proud bones are several feet long...

"What the sage said is really good. By the way, the next trick I'm going to use is called Bamboo Gentleman. It was once the specialty of a great cruel official. I'm stupid and I learned a little bit from watching from the sidelines."

The old man who loves to read the books of sages and show off his knowledge sighed:
"When this cruel official was in power, he offended many dignitaries. Later, he died a very tragic death. It is said that he died under the 'Zhu Junzi' he created. However, when he used it to interrogate those civil officials and dignitaries before, he only forced them to confess and signed. But when he was tortured himself later, he tortured them until they died in pain.

"I still remember what he once said, about the 'bamboo gentleman', among those who can't survive, there may be gentlemen, but those who can survive must be true gentlemen without a doubt.

"Only a sincere gentleman can avoid telling lies."

With a sigh, Old Yang turned his back, twisted the bamboo with two fingers, and walked towards Qian Chen...

The bamboo punishment ended quickly.

Old Yang is right. Only a sincere gentleman can withstand this punishment.

Qian Chen, obviously not.

After receiving the blood-stained confession, Ouyang Rong put his hands in his sleeves, looked calm, and walked out of the bamboo forest.

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Outside the bamboo forest, a petite figure was standing in the river breeze, waiting with her sleeves rolled up.

Rong Zhen turned a deaf ear to the screams of ghosts and wolves howling in the bamboo forest just now.

She tilted her head slightly:
"Are you done with your chores?"

Ouyang Rong was not annoyed at all by what Rong Zhen defined as trivial matters. He looked at the lady historian and nodded slightly:
"Well, I've confessed everything, but there's one more important thing I need to trouble you with."

Rong Zhen didn't care:

"Okay, before Senior Yu starts playing the piano, anything is fine, as long as it doesn't delay us from capturing the owner of the Butterfly Love Flower."

Ouyang Rong smiled and said, "Well, it won't delay us."

"You seem a little different."

"What's different?" he asked with a smile.

Rong Zhen pursed her pink lips. In fact, she really wanted to ask Ouyang Rong how dare he stare at her now, when he had been more or less dodging her before.

Rong Zhen glanced up and down at Ouyang Rong's blue scholar's robe, frowned and asked:

"Where is your governor's official uniform?"

Ouyang Rong sighed:
"During the interrogation in the forest, some blood was stained on it, and it was full of blood and smell, so I took it off."

Rong Zhen nodded and said:
"It's better not to wear this. The governor's uniform is bright red and too conspicuous. You'd better keep a low profile today, lest you be seen by the rebels in Tiannan Jianghu and have evil intentions against you."

"That makes sense. By the way..."

Ouyang Rong took the initiative to say:

"I asked Wang Caozhi to go back first. He is in the way. If he stays in the main cave, he won't be of much help and will just be a burden."

After a pause, he nodded and said jokingly, "It's distracting enough for Madam to protect me alone."

Rong Zhen's expression was not surprised, and he said in a cold voice:
"I know. Just now a female official came to report that he took your documents to the dock and wanted to transfer the boat to leave. I had someone let him go. At this critical moment, he is indeed a burden. It is better for him to leave. However, Ouyang Lianghan, you are different. You are not a burden... By the way, do you want to send someone to accompany him and protect him?"

Ouyang Rong waved his hand and said calmly:

"No need, just let him go. That kid is very cunning and will run away faster than anyone else when something happens."

Rong Zhen said sternly, "Yeah, he's so careless and doesn't talk in a proper manner. I don't know who taught him that."

After saying this, the lady historian quickly glanced at the calm face of the young governor.

But the latter seemed not to hear it.

Ouyang Rong untied his sleeves, took out a bloodstained confession from his sleeves, and spoke solemnly:
"Ms. Rong is right about what she said just now. I am indeed not a burden anymore. I just solved a shocking case..."

Rong Zhen suddenly interrupted:

"What happened to your hand? Why is it bleeding?"

Before Ouyang Rong could answer, his right palm, which was bandaged with white cloth, had been grabbed by Rong Zhen's two small hands.

Rong Zhen's pretty face was filled with anxiety and distress, and she couldn't help stamping her feet and saying:

"Isn't Old Yang here? What does he do? Why did he let you use a knife? And you, what are you looking at? You are so stupid and you don't allow me to scold you? You, you hurt yourself while interrogating a prisoner, don't you think you are stupid..."

After being scolded, Ouyang Rong quickly retracted his gaze, keeping his eyes straight ahead. He tried to pull his hand out, but couldn't as it was held very tightly.

He shook his head:
"It's just a minor wound. The blood has stopped flowing. It's nothing serious."

Rong Zhenzhen was really angry and had no time to listen. She looked angry and scolded coldly:
"Someone, bring Old Yang here, and also drag the tortured thief in the bamboo forest here!"

Ouyang Rong hurriedly stopped the four female officials who were about to receive the order:

"No, don't go, come back!"

His right hand, which was bandaging the wound, subconsciously grasped Rong Zhen's wrist and tried to explain:
"This injury has nothing to do with Old Yang and the others. I was careless. The prisoner has already confessed. We must not hurt him. He is an important witness who will be needed later. This is also the important matter I just told you..."

The four female officials paused where they were, turned to look at the lady historian's expression, and waited for the next instruction.

A female official looked at the white wrist under the sleeve of the lady historian, which was being held by a man.

Rong Zhen's chest rose and fell, and it was obvious that she was still angry. However, at this moment, under the vague gaze of her female official, she slowly lowered her head, and her originally red and warm eyes looked at the man's hand on her wrist.

Ouyang Rong realized something and also looked down.

There is some silence in the air.

For nearly ten breaths, Rong Zhen and Ouyang Rong kept their heads down.

Surprisingly, without waiting for any further instructions from the Lady Historian, the four trusted female officials quietly withdrew.

Only two people remained.

Because he was holding her wrist, Ouyang Rong could faintly feel the lady's pulse, which was beating... faster and faster.

Ouyang Rong quietly withdrew his right palm.

The next moment, a jade hand held it again.

"Don't move, you're so clumsy." The girl in palace dress grabbed his palm, her ears turned red, she lowered her head as if to observe carefully, and said with a pout: "I hate stupid people the most."

At this moment, Ouyang Rong felt a soft and itchy warm current flowing from the palm of her jade hand to the scar on the base of his right hand, just like a stream of water warming the grass in the valley and washing away the dirt and pain in it.

Ouyang Rong remained motionless, allowing Rong Zhendu to send precious spiritual energy to heal his wounds.

There was silence between the two for a while.

Ouyang Rong suddenly shouted, "Rong Zhen."

"Hmm?" She responded absentmindedly.

"I want to ask you something. At dawn today, did you go to Xunyang Palace to deliver something?"

Rong Zhen was puzzled: "What are you sending?"

Ouyang Rong thought about the "dining table theory" in the anonymous secret letter, organized his words, and asked carefully and obscurely:

"Come to the table for dinner, which table will you sit at?"

Rong Zhen glanced at him, her delicate brows slowly knitted together, as if she had thought for a while, and she also answered carefully and cryptically:
"The main table...the main seat?"

Ouyang Rong frowned immediately, thinking carefully about the meaning of this, but before he could interpret it seriously, Rong Zhen, with a flushed face, looked straight ahead and asked casually:

"Why, Ouyang Lianghan, do you want to take me home to have dinner with you?"

Ouyang Rong:? ? ! !
(End of this chapter)