At the end of the tenth month, the emperor issued an edict to appoint the third son Li Xian as King Xunyang, and summoned King Xunyang to Xunyang City in Jiangzhou;
At the beginning of November, King Xunyang came to Xunyang City to recover from his illness; at the end of the month, he moved to Longcheng and made Ouyang Lianghan the governor of Jiangzhou.
In early December, various conferments from the empress arrived in Longcheng County, Jiangzhou.
The urgent news that Ouyang Rong was promoted to the governor of Jiangzhou is almost the same as "freeing the people of Longcheng County from life-long taxes".
Along with news of promotions and rewards for Xianxiang officials such as Diao County Cheng, they arrived at Longcheng County Yamen on a sunny morning.
Carrying the book-making angels from the divine capital, they came to Longcheng County again.
Speaking of which, including Ouyang Rong this time, two waves of people have come to Shendu within a month.
The first wave was the announcement of a decree to reinstate Li Xian, who was "bedridden", as King of Xunyang, with great momentum.
And this morning, the second wave was also very powerful, causing people in the county to gather in the streets to watch.
"Master Ouyang, I didn't expect us to meet again so soon. Congratulations."
It was in front of the familiar county government hall that the bearded messenger Song Hao met Ouyang Rong again.
Song Hao looked at the young county magistrate with a slightly strange look.
This time, he brought more people from the capital. In the team that sent the edict, half of the people in the palace in yellow were holding a copy of the book.
This is because the making of the book is a personal edict of the Empress, which is of a higher standard than the imperial edict. Officials above the rank of Friday are all the mainstays of the central and local governments. They are all personally appointed and removed by Her Majesty the Queen... It can be regarded as an imperial edict in the true sense. .
In addition, Song Hao, who was regarded as an angel, quietly changed his name to Ouyang Rong.
Behind him, the palace man in yellow walked out, walked to Ouyang Rong, unfolded the queen's book, and read it in a high-pitched voice, which was heard by everyone inside and outside the county government.
It begins with the sentence "Edict of the Emperor", followed by words of encouragement based on scriptures. For example, there is the sentence "For example, the beams are like salt plums", which means the pillars of the country are as indispensable to the country as condiments.
This female official who wrote the edict was quite talented... Ouyang Rong had no reason to think of it.
After reading, the palace man in yellow presented the scroll.
"Master Ouyang, please accept the order." Song Hao looked solemn and handed a tray in front of his hands. On the tray were neatly folded crimson official uniforms, black gauze hats and noble fish bags.
The official uniform he was wearing was only a sixth-grade dark green one, but the young man in front of him was about to take off his seventh-grade light green official uniform and put on a dazzling crimson official uniform.
Sixth grade versus fifth grade, can the title not be changed?
Ouyang Rong looked at them and didn't reach out for a while.
3 "Uh, why didn't Mr. Ouyang answer the call? Are you going to resign?" Song Hao asked with a wry smile.
Ouyang Rong came to his senses, shook his head, and took the book-making and crimson official uniform.
Song Hao breathed a sigh of relief. This was His Majesty's royal decree. It would be a bit serious to refuse any more, and it would be difficult for them to communicate unless the other party had a last resort.
Wait, why is he so happy when someone else gets promoted? Song Hao's mouth twitched slightly and he couldn't help but glance at Ouyang Rong twice.
When other officials in the past saw him, they were as happy as seeing a magpie. They took a shower and changed clothes to receive orders. But this young man was better, his reaction was as calm as water...
If you don’t know, you might think you’ve been demoted. If that’s the case, you can still praise your good spirit, but this is a promotion. Hey, what’s going on with your expression of having no desires and no demands?
Ouyang Rong is not really low in emotional intelligence.
"Thank you Mr. Song and my father-in-law for coming all the way. Please come and sit inside." "Haha, Mr. Ouyang is so polite..."
Ouyang Rong smiled and welcomed Song Hao and the palace officials into the court.
Taking advantage of the gap between them sitting down, Ouyang Rong stood in front of the door, turned his back, put his hand into his arms, touched it, spread his palm and saw three pieces of silver.
He thought that it might not be enough for Song Hao and others to drink tea. "You're such a lazy fool, get out of the way and I'll do it."
Wearing a red dress and carrying tea, she walked past Ouyang Rong. She suppressed a smile and pursed her lips, tilted her chin slightly, and walked into the courtroom.
Ouyang Rong was startled.
Looking back, in the court hall, Xie Ling Jiang, with his bright eyes, helped him entertain the people of the Angel Palace. He was a graceful and elegant lady with five surnames. She had no stage fright when it came to the imperial edict.
The young magistrate laughed and shook his head.
Xie Lingjiang drank tea for a while with the angel Song Hao and the people in the Huangyi Palace, and smiled.
But for some unknown reason, Ouyang Rong did not come to the court to accompany his guests.
However, after receiving the heavy tip for announcing the good news, the angel Song Hao and all the palace officials quickly ignored this small matter.
And he was very fond of the elegant and well-spoken lady of the Xie family in front of him, and frequently praised Mr. Ouyang for his good taste and his unmarried wife for being so virtuous.
Xie Lingjiang smiled lightly, glanced at the deserted corridor outside the door, and suddenly said:
"We haven't made an order yet. Sir, don't talk nonsense." "How can this get away?" Song Hao said with a smile:
"Although Mr. Ouyang comes from a humble family, he is the youngest fifth-rank official in this dynasty. He has become a high official despite his weak talent, and is also a disciple of your father... It is true that the Xie family of Chen County is the head of the Jiangzuo gentry, but I will definitely not reject such a son-in-law, so there is no need to worry, Miss Xie.”
Xie Lingjiang bit her lower lip lightly, her teacup covering her dazed expression, "Really?" He then asked in a low voice: "The Ouyang family in Nanlong should be quite supportive, right?"
Song Hao immediately said: "Of course. Being able to marry the five surnames and Qiwang of a poor family is a blessing to raise the lintel of the family. It makes me laugh even in my dreams."
Xie Lingjiang lowered his head to sip tea, his cheeks were red from the fog, and his eyes were shining slightly. After a while, she glanced outside the door.
There is no sign of the senior brother.
But outside, he could see Prime Minister Diao Xian, Yan Liulang and other officials gathered together happily, looking at the crimson official uniforms and the Queen's books.
Where has Big Brother gone?
Xie Lingjiang found that he seemed to be a little distracted today. But strictly speaking, it's not just today.
Since Uncle Li resumed his status as King of Xunyang, he and Weibo's mother were forced to go to Jiangzhou City in advance.
The eldest brother began to be absent-minded, as if he was sure that the plan was completed and his mind was on other things.
It made her, Li Guo'er, and Li Fusu anxious as they waited.
Seeing the young junior sister waiting for guests, Ouyang Rong handed the Feifu and the book to Yan Liulang and Diao Xiancheng.
He went through the back door and left the county government office alone.
Ouyang Rong wanted to go out for a walk, but as he was about to leave the county, he felt like he had a tight breath in his chest recently.
He was lost in thought when he just received the order, but he really didn't expect that he could be promoted to the fifth rank in one step.
I thought that after resigning to the master, I would break the law, so I would be transferred from the sixth-grade imperial censor to a local sixth-grade official. Most likely, he would still be "controlling the floods" in Jiangzhou... Anyway It doesn't matter. It's convenient to be a guest of Prince Xunyang's palace and to plot and break the situation. There's no rush to get promoted.
But now it's better, Jiangzhou Governor. The next fifth grade.
The second most powerful person in a state.
By the way, in Jiangzhou City, the governor with whom he has been exchanging letters and falling in love and fighting "online" for a long time has welcomed him as his deputy. He should not feel lonely offline in the future, right?
Ouyang Rong smiled sheepishly, looking forward to it a little.
"Is this the reward of two thousand meritorious deeds? It's not a waste of money..." He left the county government office with a beaming atmosphere.
Ouyang Rong crossed the county alone and Peng Lang crossed the river and arrived at the west bank of Butterfly Creek.
After the success of the auspicious offering, he has been coming here for a walk every morning recently.
Especially the sacrificial hall on Xiaogushan.
Ouyang Rong placed three sticks of incense in the memorial hall to commemorate Ashan and his patriots, put his buttocks on the threshold, and sat in a daze for half an hour before silently walking down the mountain.
We also walked into the original site of Guyue Sword Shop and revisited the old place of Zhanlongtai. The Liu family is gone, there is no monopoly and oppression, many new sword shops have appeared, and the West Bank is once again in full swing.
As he watched along the way, the young magistrate's face gradually calmed down.
Back in the county town, it was already evening. Ouyang Rong glanced at the direction of the suburbs, hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked towards Luming Street.
At the gate of the county government office and Meiluyuan, he saw many fruit baskets and local products, as well as many pickled radish jars.
You don't need to read it to know that the villagers sent it voluntarily and are very enthusiastic about feeding a certain young county magistrate.
Ouyang Rong had guessed that this would happen during the day, so he left the county office and went out for a walk to avoid the limelight.
Yong and Tiao, two lifelong exemptions, have spread throughout the county.
Ordinary people in the Great Zhou Dynasty had three types of taxes: rent, Yong, and Tiao. Rent was a land tax, which was considered the bulk of the tax, but the Yong and Tiao taxes behind them were also a big burden. Being able to be exempted now was like manna from heaven.
Well, creating an auspicious event really benefits everyone. That His Majesty won the destiny of orthodoxy, and Ouyang Rong and Li Xian's family, as well as the people of Longcheng, received benefits.
The only drawback is that the reward is a little expensive, but it's all the court's money, so why not spend it? Right, well, no one should be unhappy.
Not knowing that a certain master liked to settle accounts, Ouyang Rong shook his head and carried several jars of pickled radishes back to the Meilin courtyard.
Pushing the door open, Ouyang Rong saw a crimson official uniform hanging wet on the clothesline.
The swing under the grapevine is empty and swaying in the wind; on the stone table in front is a sealed and insulated food box.
In the direction of the kitchen, there is a faint mixed smell of cooking fire and the fragrance of vegetables.
Ouyang Rong walked over, sat down, and ate.
Junior sister recently learned cooking skills. Someone's heart feels warm.
After the meal, Ouyang Rong looked around the empty Meilin courtyard.
Over in Nanlong, Zhen and Wei Lai had already sent letters to reply, but Ouyang Rong dissuaded them on the grounds that they would change official positions at the end of the year.
It was agreed upon that we would meet at the back where the newly appointed people took office and spend the New Year's Eve and New Year together.
Ouyang Rong lit the lamp on the table and wrote a letter to be sent out tomorrow, explaining his promotion to the governor of Jiangxi Province and telling them to pay attention to safety on the road.
After doing this, Ouyang Rong silently walked to the locker without turning off the lights, took out what he had gained in Dragon City these days, and placed them on the table one by one:
First of all, there is a Mohist sword box, with "craftsman's work" lying quietly inside. This is the most precious thing.
For this cauldron sword, I don’t know how many people died before and after, how much material resources were used up, and how many forces are looking for it now.
The tripod sword can only be counted in one hand, and it is clear that only a few are still alive; and in the world, there are only a few qi refiners who can master the sword's unique veins, and they are all amazingly talented and beautiful people. ....There is probably only one wild sword wielder like him.
The wooden box has been repackaged by craftsmen and looks like a piano box. Well, it’s not too much for a Confucian scholar to carry a qin when he goes out, right?
Quite reasonable, isn't it?
Secondly, it is a moonlight sword.
It is closely related to an unknown tripod sword. There is also a skirt knife.
He is used to wearing it, especially when his junior sister is not around.
Ouyang Rong grabbed a bronze mask and a black card engraved with the word "Wei" and placed them on the table.
There are currently three illusory figures in the Mirage Mask, Ah Shan, Wei Shaoxuan, and the female worker named Zhang Qian.
Yes, Ouyang Rong can also wear a mask and transform into a woman, but he doesn't really like women's clothing...
Ouyang Rong took out another low-luxury elixir box, which contained a Qi-tonifying elixir called "Mo Jiao". According to the Persian businessman, it could provide a high-grade Qi practitioner with a large amount of spiritual energy.
Ouyang Rong asked his junior sister and learned that this high-quality Qi-tonifying elixir releases spiritual energy rapidly. If the Dantian is too small and the spiritual energy is not cultivated enough, taking it forcibly may damage the Dantian meridians.
Ouyang Rong can't use it for the time being, but he has some assumptions. Since he can release a large amount of spiritual energy, if he can use it all at once, won't he not explode?
Ouyang Rong couldn't help but turn his eyes to the "craftsmanship".
In addition, there is also a night-light pearl, which is suspected to be a relic. I forgot to exchange the silver before, but later the junior sister and the Su family gave it to me, so it was not short of silver.
Well, it's better not to sell the relics of eminent monks easily. It's a bit of a joke in hell. What should I do if I deduct merit?
Right now, there are only a few hundred merit points left. If I deduct all of them, I wonder if I will become a negative person.
In the end, he only had a few grains of silver left on him. By the way, there is also a title deed to Meiluyuan.
It was forced upon him by Li Xian and Li Fusu, and he didn't want to accept it.
However, Ouyang Rong was quite sentimental about living in Meiluyuan. After thinking about it, he didn't refuse anymore and replied that he would ask his aunt to send some money to him someday, which would be used as money to buy the house.
Li Xian and Li Fusu couldn't help but smile bitterly when facing this weak-headed counselor who could be hired with only three meals a day and food and lodging included.
These are almost all Ouyang Rong's net worth. Serving as an official for one term can be regarded as a breath of fresh air.
Of course, as the only seedling, Ouyang Rong actually still had the family property of the Ouyang family in Nanlong, but he had not asked about it before. He planned to ascend to the Pure Land and leave it all to the Zhen family.
Now, after he came down from the mountain, he decided to live down-to-earth in this "eternal hell", so he could only accept it and assume the identity of Ouyang's only promising scholar.
Moreover, he has now been promoted to the position of governor of Jiangzhou. It is conceivable that when the news comes back, many brothers and sisters of the Ouyang family will come to seek refuge.
Besides, when I go back to Jiangzhou, I have to buy a house, spend money, and travel with the style of a long history... I guess my aunt Zhen will arrange these.
Ouyang Rong nodded.
By the way, he also has the perfect cultivation level of ninth grade sword wielder.
We have to look for the sword formula in the future. The current known whereabouts of the sword formula is Emperor Wen.
Ouyang Rong couldn't sum up the sword art made by the craftsman for the time being, but as the first sword master, he understood the sword art in a different way.
From this point of view, it seems that the bottleneck of promotion from ninth grade to eighth grade can be broken... When we get to Jiangzhou, we can try to upgrade to high grade and see if it can be broken.
As the night progressed, Ouyang Rong packed his luggage. At the table, he silently pulled out a three-foot green sword. He turned on the lamp and read the sword.
The sword body is as clear as a mirror, emitting hazy moonlight and reflecting the cold warrior's features. I have to travel again tomorrow morning.
But why is the man packing his bags in the mirror still frowning slightly?
"What's left unfinished?"
Some people died, but not completely...
