Chapter 410: 167. Rong Zhen: You

167. Rong Zhen: You're Actually Quite Nice

"Commandant Ouyang is quite optimistic."

Seeing the smile on Ouyang Rong's face, Rong Zhen, who was lying on the sickbed with severe injuries, felt a bit dazed in her eyes and muttered.

"Actually, it's fine as long as people are okay. Life is the most precious thing. As long as the green hills remain, there's no need to worry about firewood."

"Is it really okay that people are okay?"

"Uh, I mean, it's fine as long as friends and relatives are okay. As for those I don't know, I can only feel a little regret."

Ouyang Rong explained, as if seeing Rong Zhen's lost expression, he paused, his tone apologetic:

"Sorry, I mentioned the sad things of the female scribe. Male scribe Yan Zhang, female scribe Lian Qing, and the others were your colleagues in the Astrological Bureau. It is indeed a pity that they were harmed this time. I was on the sidelines and didn't have much empathy; I shouldn't have made sarcastic remarks."

"It's nothing."

Rong Zhen shook her head, holding the medicine with both hands, her pretty face pale and bloodless.

Coupled with her naturally slender girl's figure, wearing a plain white inner garment, she looked like a pretty woman wearing white mourning clothes, appearing pitiful and moving.

Ouyang Rong also took a few more looks.

She lowered her eyes and stared at the medicine bowl with dark, swirling soup, dazed for a while, then suddenly asked:

"Commandant Ouyang said it's fine as long as friends are okay. Does this also... include me?"

Ouyang Rong was stunned, as if he hadn't expected the usually icy female scribe Rong Zhen to ask such a question, and hesitated a bit.

Rong Zhen suddenly said sternly: "Tell the truth."

Ouyang Rong immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at rice:

"Yes, it also includes you. After all, we have worked together for so long, and there is some camaraderie between colleagues. Don't blame me, female scribe; I have no intention of disrespecting you."

Rong Zhen heard this, but changed the subject, frowning and asking:

"In the courtyard of Huang Xuan's house, were really only the three of us alive? What about the others? Is there not one left? Are the corpses there?"

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but look at the icy girl who was showing concern, as if a bit curious about how the channel switched so smoothly.

Being stared at by him, Rong Zhen moved her gaze away slightly.

Rong Zhen actually didn't know why she suddenly became stern just now. She clearly didn't intend to scare him in her heart; it was just that as she spoke, she unconsciously entered the attitude of being official in public. She was dissatisfied and wanted to urge him when he was slow.

But this was not a public occasion, just a private sickroom, and Ouyang Lianghan had just cared about her condition, came over to feed her medicine while he was injured himself, and especially said things like friends.

She scolded him for no reason, and Rong Zhen felt a little embarrassed in her heart, but remained silent...

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

"Well, most of them were found, but two corpses are missing."

"Who are the two?"

"Huang Xuan, and that little ink sprite called Miao Si. When the Judicial Division came to visit this morning, I asked. In the ruins of that courtyard in Xingzi Ward, no corpses were found, and there were no traces of them around. I don't know if they are still alive or where they went."

Ouyang Rong shook his head and sighed.

Rong Zhen, leaning against the bed, straightened her back, her star-like eyes slightly condensed.

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

Ouyang Rong glanced at it and reminded.

If it were his junior sister, he would definitely say, don't spill it on your clothes, it's easy to drop on your chest if it leaks...

Rong Zhen didn't know the art and attention to detail in someone's speech, frowned and asked:

"Does Commandant Ouyang know what happened that day?"

"Uh, I heard it from the Judicial Division later. They said that when they arrived, they saw a group of women holding swords in ancient Wu-style skirts fighting with a Confucian-robed youth wearing a bronze mask. When they arrived, it was already over, and these people had all left."

Rong Zhen heard this, sipped the medicine, and muttered to herself with lowered eyes:

"The snow-white sword energy in the courtyard that day was a bit like a woman's sword intent, wearing ancient Wu-style skirts... Could it be the Yue sword cultivators of the Yunmeng Sword Swamp?

"But why would they fight with that Master of Butterfly Loves Flowers?

"That Master of Butterfly Loves Flowers didn't kill me. Was it because he was delayed by that group of Yue women and forgot to be ruthless, or did he think the Yue women were invited by me and wanted to use them as hostages, but forgot during the fight..."

She nodded slowly, her face showing a thoughtful expression:

"And Huang Xuan and that little ink sprite are both missing. Could it be that they were taken away by the Yunmeng Yue women? Did they also discover Huang Xuan's talent and spiritual eyes...

"That's true. This little girl is from Jiangzhou and originally belongs to the Wu-Yue region, which is considered the sphere of influence of the Yunmeng Sword Swamp.

"But it could also be that they were taken away by the Master of Butterfly Loves Flowers, and that little ink sprite too. It's very likely that she knew the Master of Butterfly Loves Flowers originally, which is why she lied to me at the beginning, didn't discover similar literary energy, and later escaped halfway through the array and refused to confess even if she died.

"It's just that I don't know if Huang Xuan knows about this, and if the little ink sprite told her. The two were arguing, looking like they were at odds, but it's not necessarily..."

"The female scribe's analysis makes sense."

Ouyang Rong immediately interrupted, his tone somewhat unhappy:

"This little ink sprite called Miao Si is very likely a mole. The Master of Butterfly Loves Flowers came to the door, maybe it was her who tipped him off, just to save her. Hey, it's a pity that the female scribe trusted her so much."

Rong Zhen shook her head:

"I didn't really believe the ghost stories of this ink sprite at the time, but I didn't expect her to be so dishonest and have an affair with the Master of Butterfly Loves Flowers.

"But looking at the peerless literary talent and exuberant literary energy of that Master of Butterfly Loves Flowers, it's normal for the little ink sprite to have contact with him. Maybe they were acquaintances before. I really didn't expect it. I miscalculated this point..."

Ouyang Rong sighed lightly, his face regretful.

Rong Zhen couldn't help but look at Ouyang Rong's attire.

He was also wearing a white inner garment for patients, having just gotten up from the next room, but there was a circle of cloth wrapped around his forehead, and a blood stain the size of a baby's fist was seeping out of the white cloth.

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

It looked a bit miserable.

But compared to her, who was still weak and lying on the sickbed drinking medicine, he seemed much more energetic. I don't know if men's bodies are more resistant to beating and more solid.

But speaking of which, it was really lucky that the three of them survived this time.

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

Silent for a while.

On the sickbed, Rong Zhen's tone was a bit dejected:

"It was me who implicated the Commandant, and also caused the main force of the Astrological Bureau in Jiangzhou to be almost wiped out..."

"It's okay, it's okay. Aren't we all fine now? You were also doing your duty and tried your best. It's still that sentence, it's fine as long as people are okay."

Rong Zhen saw the handsome youth waving his hand indifferently, suddenly stood up, and this optimistic figure ran to open the room window for ventilation.

The window was pushed open, and the noon sun passed through the bare tree branches, spilling onto the windowsill, and some fine golden light beams fell on her bed quilt.

The sun entered the room, making the light much brighter, but it stung Rong Zhen's eyes, making her narrow them slightly.

After adapting to the noon sun, she stared at the dust particles clearly visible in the sunlight above the quilt, somewhat dazed.

"Hungry? Do you want me to get something for the female scribe to eat?"

Ouyang Rong by the window turned back and asked.

Rong Zhen looked at his face that cared about his companions, pursed her lips, and asked:

"No need... Is your injury okay? At that time, I thought you were harmed and silenced by the Master of Butterfly Loves Flowers at the door."

"Uh, that didn't happen, but..."

Ouyang Rong rubbed his waist, hissed and gasped:

"This thief is really hateful, only knowing how to sneak attack and kick people. If I hadn't been careless and didn't dodge at the time, I would definitely have captured him. Uh, at least I would have fought a few moves and bought some reaction time for you in the courtyard..."

Rong Zhen didn't listen to the words behind, and shook her head. However, if she had heard this kind of scene talk and big talk from the man in front of her before, she would definitely have shown disdain and extreme contempt.

But at this moment, looking at Ouyang Rong, who was muttering indignantly, she didn't feel much disgust. Maybe it was because they were familiar, she thought in her heart.

Rong Zhen looked at Ouyang Rong's waist, showing a lot of apology, as if worried about something.

Ouyang Rong immediately shook his head and said righteously:

"My waist is fine, it's just... it's a bit sore. I'll be a good man again after resting. The female scribe doesn't need to worry about those aspects."

Rong Zhen asked directly: "Then when you were outside the courtyard, did you see the face of the Master of Butterfly Loves Flowers clearly?"

"No, when Liulang and I found him, he was standing at the alley entrance, sneaky. We originally wanted to go over and ask, but were sneak-attacked by his despicable self..."

Rong Zhen didn't listen to the words behind.

Just at this moment, the doctor of the Jiangzhou Medical Bureau arrived to check Rong Zhen's injuries.

Rong Zhen waved her hand, signaling Ouyang Rong to go back and rest.

When the latter reached the door, he remembered something and turned back:

"By the way, there is another thing. Uh, when I woke up dazed in the ruins yesterday, I picked up something at the scene. It's not on me now, I forgot to bring it to you. I'll give it to you next time..."

Rong Zhen didn't pay much attention, nodded lightly, didn't look at him at the door, but stared at the quilt, dazed.

Before Ouyang Rong left the sickroom, he saw her cooperating with the doctor's examination under the doctor's instructions.

He sighed slightly and left the sickroom.

After going out, Ouyang Rong returned to his sickroom, didn't stay long, and walked out directly after dressing well.

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

Ouyang Rong got into the carriage.

Inside the carriage, Xie Lingjiang, who was bending over to adjust the smokeless charcoal in the incense burner, immediately put down the silver tongs and gently hugged his arm.

"How is it?"

"It's fine, there shouldn't be any suspicion."

Ouyang Rong shook his head lightly and said calmly:

"When ordinary people wake up dazed, their brains have just started to move, and they are more likely to trust the words of the first person beside them. It's hard to avoid vulgarity."

He had a say in this point. After all, he had woken up twice in the Jingtu Underground Palace and still believed the ghost stories of the same wave of people, such as a certain Crane-Cape Old Daoist...

"That's good." Paused, then curled his lips: "Big brother is really bad."

Ouyang Rong was gasping slightly, sitting down while holding his waist, and his face sank upon hearing this:

"Bad enough to sprain my waist?"

Xie Lingjiang's expression changed slightly, and she hurriedly reached out to touch Ouyang Rong's waist, caring softly:

"Does big brother's waist still hurt?"

Speaking of this, Ouyang Rong got angry, gritted his teeth:

"Didn't I tell you to only kick the butt?"

"It... it was kicking the butt. Didn't you say there's a lot of meat on the butt, which is more resistant to kicking."

"Resistant to kicking but not resistant to flying. You kicked so hard, it's fine to bump your head, but who would have thought there would be an extra place. Hiss, get a soft cushion, the hard backboard hurts my waist."

"Who knew you would sprain your waist, so fragile..."

Xie Lingjiang opened her mouth weakly, found that big brother was staring at her with wide eyes, and immediately shut up. Her eyes turned, looking for a small excuse, and she muttered:

"Didn't you say, didn't you say you wanted to pretend to be like it? And asked me to use the effect of that kick when we first met at the Sanhui Yuan on Mount Dagu...

"Big brother, that kick was my masterpiece. Hehe, I guess it will be hard to surpass in my life."

"No, you surpassed it now. This is called a masterpiece." Ouyang Rong nodded: "So you kicked and sprained your husband's waist?"

"..." Xie Lingjiang.

The atmosphere in the carriage was silent, but it gave great pressure. Under big brother's mournful gaze.

The Xie noble girl hurriedly acted like a spoiled child, touching his waist with her small hands left and right, very reluctant, her face guilty:

"Oh, don't be angry, let me rub it for you, rub it, does it still hurt? Hmm, big brother be good..."

Ouyang Rong's expression eased slightly, but he was still not relieved. He reached out directly, lifted the beauty's skirt, and rubbed his palm along these tight, long legs, feeling the roundness and uniformity while not forgetting to occasionally exert force to teach a small lesson, causing Xie Lingjiang's small head buried in his chest to let out a few nasal hums...

The little couple stuck together and played around for a while.

Ouyang Rong withdrew his palm, straightened his expression, and asked:

"Are they in the Prince's Mansion?"

Xie Lingjiang couldn't stand the habit of someone being indecent one moment and serious the next.

She patted her hot red cheeks with her plain hands, looked at him embarrassedly, and turned to open the window a little:

"Hmm. Daoist Lu is taking care of them."

"Let's go, go to the Prince's Mansion to see, some things, talk about it after going there."

Ouyang Rong interrupted his junior sister who wanted to say something but stopped.

"Okay." Xie Lingjiang nodded.

Just as the carriage started to move and Xie Lingjiang was secretly guarding against him making trouble, Ouyang Rong, who was thinking, suddenly raised his head.

In his ears, a series of crisp wooden fish sounds were ringing one after another, and there was no sign of stopping in a short time.

Actually, when he was in Rong Zhen's sickroom just now, these crisp wooden fish sounds had started. It was just that he thought it was a coincidence at the time, thinking it might be some feedback from the people's welfare in Dragon City's Zhe Yiqu or the Double Peak Sharp Stone Grotto.

But looking at it now, it might not be.

Just from the time Rong Zhen woke up until now, it had risen by nearly three hundred merit points.

His expression was somewhat dazed.

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

"Uh, it's not an important matter."

Ouyang Rong looked at his junior sister who was like a curious baby, shook his head, covered his mouth, and coughed.

Since merit has risen, it must be that someone is thanking him from the bottom of their heart.

A moment later, he glanced at the medical bureau's sick house behind him without changing his expression.

Hmm, it's just that he accidentally discovered another little silly bag who can brush merit.

The last time he discovered this rare species was when he pinched his junior sister.

It seems he has to come and stroll around often these days.

Ouyang Rong nodded secretly.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 411 =====

The clear blue light of the 【Arc】 suddenly flourished, approaching the palace-dressed girl's pretty face. The sword energy cut off the black, wet hair in front of her closed eyes, pointing directly at the tip of her nose.