Chapter 635

535. Rong Zhen: Ouyang Lianghan is Fully Responsible

The petite woman with a stinky face.

Petite woman? And loves a stinky face?

Who it refers to is beyond doubt.

As Xie Lingjiang's voice fell, everyone's eyes were strange, and they all looked at Rong Zhen.

Rong Zhen was suddenly angry, her apricot eyes fiercely glaring at Xie Lingjiang, who was dressed in fiery red men's clothing:

"This palace is naturally gifted and has preserved my youth ahead of time. It's still better than you, a tomboy, like a vulgar martial artist."

Xie Lingjiang gave a light laugh:

"Lady Historian, you took your seat quite quickly."

Ouyang Rong had a headache and persuaded:

"Keep your voices down. There are many people on the opposite bank, and Mistress Miao Zhen and the others are watching."

He whispered to Xie Lingjiang again:

"I was just about to tell you about this. I promised some things. I'll tell you tonight."

Before Xie Lingjiang could speak, Rong Zhen sneered:

"At night, a lone man and a lone woman, where are you going at night? What is there that everyone can't hear?"

Ouyang Rong hurriedly gave her a look, telling her not to interrupt.

He couldn't help but glance at his Xiao Shimei from the corner of his eye.

In fact, when his Xiao Shimei pointed this out in public, apart from embarrassment, he actually felt a bit relieved.

Ouyang Rong understood his Xiao Shimei best. She had always been sensible and maintained his face as a Ru Shixiong outside. There were only two possibilities for things she could say in public:

One is that she really couldn't bear it anymore, was deeply disappointed, and her heart was like dead ashes.

One is just venting, just not happy and wanting to vent, not really wanting to die.

It was clearly the latter right now.

Ouyang Rong understood his Xiao Shimei's approach, but it was a pity that Rong Zhen didn't understand, as if she thought it was a declaration of war.

The Lady Historian had a rebellious spirit, her lips tightly pursed, and her chin held high:

"Xie Lingjiang, don't look down on people. This palace came here just to teach him sword techniques. The old musician passed the sword techniques to this palace, and Ouyang Lianghan needs this technique.

"However, during the process of teaching him, there was indeed an accident..."

She suddenly turned her head and said word by word to Ouyang Rong, who felt that things were not good:

"Ouyang Lianghan, there is nothing to hide between us. It's open and aboveboard. Don't cover up what you did that night. What if she knows?"

The palace-dressed girl said arrogantly, turned her head away, but her right hand lifted, silently touching her lower abdomen.

Hearing this, everyone was stunned, especially Rong Zhen's action.

They all looked at Ouyang Rong.

Hiss, what does this mean? Could it be saying...

She is pregnant?

Wang Lixian and the others had wild imaginations, mainly because they didn't expect things to be so exciting. They thought it was just the initial stage between men and women.

Ouyang Rong was speechless: "What did I do? You misunderstood. That night was just joking with you. There wouldn't be anything at all..."

Rong Zhen firmly refuted:

"Joking? It was clearly just a little bit, just a layer of window paper apart. This palace doesn't believe the ghost words of you men, especially at that time. You ask others if they believe it. Do you really think this palace is a three-year-old girl?"

Ouyang Rong: "..."

The atmosphere around was incomparably silent.

Xie Lingjiang turned her head slowly and looked at Ouyang Rong.

Wang Lixian, Li Dala, and the others widened their eyes, occasionally sizing up Tan Lang and Lady Historian Rong Zhen, as if they had eaten a big melon.

Ouyang Rong looked at the Lady Historian who was stroking her stomach and acting righteously, unable to argue.

Finding the strange gazes cast by everyone, he couldn't hold it anymore and blurted out anxiously:

"No, how can you get pregnant just by hugging? Besides, there were clothes in between, and nothing else was done..."

Speaking of this, he found that the eyes of the people around were not relieved, but rather more strange.

Seeing everyone's look of "so you really did it."

His Xiao Shimei looked over:

"So Ru Shixiong really touched her?"

Wang Lixian sighed, stroking his beard, and cast a look of an experienced person at Ouyang Rong.

It seemed to be saying, just simple rubbing and hugging, nothing else done, who believes it? Everyone is a man, one of our own, Tan Lang, stop acting.

Li Dala also shook his head and whispered: "Tan Lang is still too impulsive..."

Wei Mei pinched her eldest son's arm and tried hard to speak for Ouyang Rong: "You brat, don't say sarcastic things. This matter is not Tan Lang's fault. All men in the world can't help it."

She turned her head and whispered to comfort Xie Lingjiang: "Wanwan, understand. Men, after all, but this act is indeed a bit wrong. Auntie will help you criticize him severely..."

Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment, then suddenly reacted and looked at Rong Zhen.

Rong Zhen's small face remained unchanged, her voice still cold and indifferent:

"Then what else do you want to do? Isn't what happened that night enough? You said it yourself at the time, a woman gave you everything she could give. In fact, this palace was also helpless. Hmm, Ouyang Lianghan, it's all your fault."

Ouyang Rong:...

He didn't know if Rong Zhen was really misunderstanding or...

Why does it feel like she is in the atmosphere?

"Cough, cough, you guys talk first."

Wang Lixian and the others saw this and prepared to retreat.

Xie Lingjiang suddenly said:

"Finish the business first."

Everyone stopped, catching a glimpse that Xie Lingjiang didn't seem very angry, her expression a bit indifferent.

I don't know if her cultivation of qi is good, or if she really isn't angry.

Rong Zhen also looked sideways, watching Xie Lingjiang, who had returned to normal.

Ouyang Rong forced a smile: "Right, talk business, Xiao Shimei..."

Xie Lingjiang suddenly said: "Don't talk nonsense. Ru Shixiong, you have the most idle business, delaying the Prince's business."

Ouyang Rong was speechless.

Xie Lingjiang's pretty face was as usual, she stretched out her finger to point at the night pearl in Wang Lixian's hand, and asked seriously:

"Uncle, is this tripod sword just purely offered?"

Ouyang Rong immediately offered a plan: "It's best if one of our people becomes the sword master."

Xie Lingjiang didn't look at him and said softly: "How about Guo'er being the sword master?"

Wang Lixian and Wei Mei spoke almost at the same time:

"No!"

"Impossible!"

Ouyang Rong asked: "Why not?"

Although he didn't have much opinion.

Wang Lixian said seriously:

"Li family descendants cannot easily practice qi."

Wei Mei was also surprisingly serious:

"Wait until we return to the capital, Guo'er can just live a rich life. We will keep an eye on it and let her marry a good family. Even if she doesn't marry, she can be free for a lifetime, but she cannot be involved in these things. It's too dangerous."

Ouyang Rong was a bit silent.

Li Guo'er turned her head to look at her father and mother, not speaking.

Xie Lingjiang thought for a while:

"But it's best if one of our people becomes the sword master of this sword, keep it in our hands, and let the Sage have to use us."

Ouyang Rong lowered his voice:

"Xiao Shimei is right. I have the sword technique, and I can try that word for the real name. Now it's just missing the ninth grade. As for the energetic person who replaces the ninth grade, it's too difficult."

Xie Lingjiang, Ouyang Rong, and Rong Zhen were no longer ninth grade and could not easily disperse their cultivation and re-practice.

Li Guo'er suddenly said: "How about Caishou."

Everyone was stunned, and they all turned to look at the bun-faced little maid who was dozing off not far away.

The latter seemed to feel the sharp gazes of everyone, woke up leisurely, turned her head, and made eye contact with everyone, scared to jump up, hurriedly got up and walked away, continuing to pack luggage, looking straight ahead, a little appearance of being diligent and guarding her post.

Ouyang Rong saw this and was a bit speechless.

Why does it feel like this bun-faced little maid is as unreliable as a certain little ink spirit?

Wei Mei pondered for a while:

"Caishou is indeed okay, but how is her qi practice talent?"

Xie Lingjiang nodded: "I'll go check it out tonight."

"Then it's tentatively her?"

Everyone looked at each other and nodded one after another.

Li Dala pointed to the opposite bank:

"Then we will continue our journey back to the capital tomorrow, but what about these people? Do you want them to follow?"

Rong Zhen suddenly spoke:

"This palace can return to the capital with you. Just let Mistress Miao Zhen escort these surrendered White Tiger Guards back to Xunyang City, and let Commander Yi handle it. She will settle them properly."

Ouyang Rong nodded: "Okay."

Rong Zhen said in a low voice: "This palace will write a letter to Commander Yi, let her cooperate with you. For the situation in Xunyang, you report it. With the tripod sword, the Sage will definitely be overjoyed. The pot of Xunyang City can be thrown to Prince Wei and Prince Liang."

Ouyang Rong seemed to be prepared, directly nodding: "Hmm, hmm."

Xie Lingjiang looked at the palace-dressed girl who was trying hard to cooperate with Ouyang Rong and curled her lips.

Ouyang Rong nodded: "That's fine, I'll go talk to Mistress Miao Zhen tomorrow morning. By the way, does the Prince want to..."

Under Wei Mei's gaze, Wang Lixian decisively refused:

"No need, haha, Tan Lang, you go communicate."

Ouyang Rong nodded lightly.

Just at this time, Zhang Shixiu and Lu Ya arrived and handed a letter to Ouyang Rong.

Lu Ya opened his mouth:

"This was just sent by the little lady Qin, saying it was an urgent message from Hanyang County, sent from Longcheng County to Ouyang Inspector."

Ouyang Rong took the letter, opened it, and his expression gradually became silent.

Wang Lixian was curious: "What's wrong?"

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips:

"Aunt, Weilai and the others didn't leave. They turned back halfway to Nanlong and came to find me. It was Magistrate Diao who discovered it and sent someone to send them here. Now they are in Hanyang County, preparing to set off, and will arrive around tomorrow morning."

Everyone was speechless.

Xie Lingjiang turned her head and said seriously:

"Aunt Zhen is concerned about you. Don't say she doesn't care about the big picture. Sometimes in the eyes of women, no major national affairs are important, not as important as you, a relative. Bear with it."

Ouyang Rong was silent.

Rong Zhen suddenly suggested:

"For the sword master of this new tripod sword, this palace recommends Weilai. She is also a suitable candidate."

Wang Lixian and the others were stunned.

Xie Lingjiang was also stunned, turned her head to look at Rong Zhen, and reacted to something.

She also immediately said: "Weilai is indeed suitable. She has matured, and you can let her try."

Ouyang Rong looked at the two women.

Vaguely guessing that they might be winning over Ye Weilai.

But he was a bit silent.

Wang Lixian also suggested: "How about the Miss Ye in your room?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "Prepare with two hands. Her qi practice talent might not be enough. Now that you are going north to the capital, you need to find a sword master quickly. Let Weilai and Caishou try together, teach them to practice qi together, whoever reaches ninth grade first will be the sword master."

Li Dala prepared to persuade again: "But..."

Ouyang Rong waved his hand: "That's it."

He also laughed: "Besides, that real name is not necessarily correct."

Everyone had to nod.

Shortly after, they dispersed one after another.

Wang Lixian's family left very quickly, and Ouyang Rong remained in place.

Rong Zhen and Xie Lingjiang did not move.

Li Guo'er was a bit slow, suddenly asking Ouyang Rong:

"You have several sword techniques, not just one, right?"

Ouyang Rong looked at her: "Why do you ask this?"

Li Guo'er said softly:

"Just curious, are you going to give them all to the new sword master?"

Ouyang Rong pondered:

"Give one first, verify the real name."

Li Guo'er asked:

"Which one? The isolated piece by Tao Yuanming, 'Return to the Fields'?"

Ouyang Rong frowned: "How do you know? That is the 【Scholar】 sword technique."

Li Guo'er's expression remained unchanged:

"Didn't you mention it before? But when I asked you at that time, you were vague."

Ouyang Rong thought about it, it seems there was such a thing.

"Hmm." His expression softened, and he remembered something, asking: "By the way, do you have a copy of 'Return to the Fields'?"

Li Guo'er nodded: "Birthday gift that year, you gave it to me."

Ouyang Rong looked at her more, not speaking immediately.

Li Guo'er turned her head to look at the night, the corners of her mouth seeming to hold a smile, and also seeming to be serious:

"Ouyang Lianghan, look, the things you gave me are indeed very important, not ordinary things. It seems that the dream is true. You can be considered my noble person."

"Noble person can't be counted, Princess has her own heaven's appearance."

Ouyang Rong turned his head to look at Xie Lingjiang and Rong Zhen, who remained in place, each "distracted," and complimented in his mouth.

Li Guo'er looked at his side face.

The young man in Confucian robes suddenly asked:

"Princess, the Prince and Princess don't let you practice qi, will you be unconvinced?"

Li Guo'er didn't answer, turned and walked away:

"Just discussed the sword master, I will tell Caishou tonight, and also..."

Ouyang Rong saw the pretty back of this plum-blossom-makeup little princess waving her hand:

"I will keep the 'Return to the Fields' you gave me secret, I won't tell anyone. Alright, go coax them."

Ouyang Rong was silent for a moment, withdrew his gaze, and looked at the two women.

Xie Lingjiang and Rong Zhen both stood still, each looking at the distant scenery. The words he and Li Guo'er just said, at this distance, if they had the heart, they should have heard them.

Ouyang Rong showed some smiles, breaking the silence first:

"Xiao Shimei, how about guarding the night together..."

Xie Lingjiang suddenly turned and left:

"If you want to learn the zither, go learn it, with your Lady Historian."

Ouyang Rong didn't dare to learn, hurriedly waving his hands:

"Not this moment, I'll guard the night with you tonight..."

Xie Lingjiang disappeared, not knowing if she heard it.

Ouyang Rong was helpless, preparing to speak to Rong Zhen.

He looked back and found that the palace-dressed girl had already turned and left, walking in the opposite direction to Xie Lingjiang.

Her tone was cold:

"You go guard the night with her. This palace is tired, my fingers are sore, I don't want to play the zither tonight."

Ouyang Rong: "..."

He remained in place, looking left and right.

A cold wind struck, taking away a sigh of sorrow...

After a stick of incense, Ouyang Rong returned to the tent and washed simply.

He didn't go to sleep immediately, went out to find Rong Zhen.

He planned it, preparing to learn the zither from Rong Zhen in the first half of the night, and go guard the night with his Xiao Shimei in the second half.

Arriving at Rong Zhen's tent, he found no one. He asked around and found that after the Lady Historian bathed, she crossed the river directly to find Mistress Miao Zhen in the camp on the opposite bank.

In the second half of the night, Ouyang Rong draped his clothes and came to the bonfire. Lu Ya and Zhang Shixiu, who were guarding the night, looked at him strangely.

Ouyang Rong coughed, replaced the two Daoist priests, and guarded the night by the bonfire.

He didn't see his Xiao Shimei, who was supposed to guard the night, appear for a long time.

A small black shadow slipped out of his sleeve, muttered a sentence, and ran away:

"Oh, bachelor, is it a bachelor? Sorry, this Immortal Aunt doesn't stay with bachelors."

Miaosi held a small quilt, barefoot, and ran to Xie girl's tent.

Never accompanies the follower to suffer, enjoys the most, none of them.

Ouyang Rong sat alone in front of the fire, occasionally looking at the pitch-black night wind around him.

In the distant mountains and forests, the nightingale's cry was strenuous, as if calling for a companion in loneliness.

The young man wrapped his Confucian robe tightly, quietly tucked his sleeves, and sat like this until dawn.