Ouyang Rong's minor cold became the top priority at Huaiye Lane Mansion and Xunyang Prince's Mansion these two days.
Prince Xunyang's Mansion sent imperial doctors and precious medicinal materials one after another.
I don’t know if it was Princess Wei Mei or Her Royal Highness the little princess who made the hot ginger soup.
Of course, on the surface, it was all sent in the name of King Xunyang Lixian's consideration and assistance to the Buddha-making subordinates.
Ouyang Rong thought it was a minor illness.
But as soon as he returned to the mansion, Zhen Shuyuan, Ye Weilai and other female relatives gathered around him to greet him and serve him attentively.
The entire family, nearly a hundred people, were surrounding him.
An accidental sneeze can frighten the maid and make her heart tremble and panic.
There was also a lady in a skirt who came up to her and kept saying "It's time for Tan Lang to take medicine", which made Ouyang Rong's head grow bigger.
Even when I returned to the Yinbingzhai courtyard at night, I couldn’t rest.
Zhen Shuyuan, who rarely disturbed Ouyang Rong's private space in the past, frequently came to the yard in the dark of night, brought warm clothes and quilts, looked around, and checked his living room in the back room.
The female family members at home were as cautious as if they were facing a powerful enemy, which made him feel helpless.
"Tan Lang, I went to the temple today to burn incense and pray for you."
Zhen Shuyuan walked in with a bowl of medicinal soup in her hand, followed by Ye Weilai and Banxi.
In front of the desk, Ouyang Rong temporarily put down his pen, closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows, then opened his eyes and took a look.
The white-haired girl at the back struggled to hold a plate of hot water with her slender body, while the Silla maid followed behind holding a ball of brown leaves.
Ouyang Rong sat sideways and let Ye Weilai and Banxi take off his boots.
Wash your feet with hot water soaked in mugwort.
Zhen Shuyuan placed a bowl of dark, steaming medicinal soup on the table and said:
"Tanlang, it's time to drink medicine."
Ouyang Rong suddenly looked wary: "What is this? Could it be soaked in talisman water or incense burner ashes?"
"It's the medicine prepared by Wanwan herself. It's said to be Xie's private secret recipe to dispel cold. Tan Lang tastes it."
"I won't taste it." Ouyang Rong shook his head resolutely: "I'm not sick at first, but after being blinded by you, I might really be sick."
Zhen Shuyuan looked troubled: "Wanwan took the time to come here to deliver the medicine. I am so busy, will I live up to my good intentions?"
Ouyang Rong made some suggestions: "Just don't tell her."
"Elder brother, why don't you tell me?"
At this moment, there was the sound of the courtyard door opening from outside, followed by Xie Ling Jiang Wanru's clear voice, with a curious tone.
"Wanwan is here?"
Zhen Shuyuan turned around in surprise, and Ouyang Rong's expression changed slightly.
Zhen Shuyuan stepped forward to welcome Xie Lingjiang into the house and led her in;.
"It's not a big deal. The bowl of medicine you sent, Tan Lang said..."
Zhen Shuyuan turned her head to speak, but suddenly choked on her words.
I saw that the medicine bowl in front of my beloved nephew Ouyang Rong was empty at the moment, and it was cleaner than someone's face.
Next to them, Ye Weilai and Banxiu looked at Ouyang Rong in astonishment.
"Forehead……"
Xie Lingjiang was curious: "Aunt Zhen, what did Tan Lang say?"
Zhen Shuyuan: "Say..."
Ouyang Rong wiped his mouth and nodded seriously: "It tastes good."
Xie Lingjiang smiled happily, her pretty face looking a little embarrassed:
"As long as you don't feel the pain, it may not look very good when you take it for the first time, but I added two pieces of caramel. When I was a child, I was afraid of the pain after drinking this medicine, so my father gave me a piece of caramel to hold..."
Zhen Shuyuan and the other girls noticed that Tan Lang was surprisingly obedient.
After chatting with my junior sister for a while, I saw that it was late at night and my junior sister and aunt were leaving one after another.
Only Ouyang Rong and Ye Weila were left in the study.
Ouyang Rong breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally left.
He took out the official documents and continued to deal with the unfinished matters during the day, letting Ye Weilai go to bed first.
Recently, most of his energy has been focused on the construction of the Donglin Giant Buddha. The documents have accumulated a lot of matters related to the people's livelihood in Jiangzhou. By the way, there is also the dedication speech of Tomorrow Zhouxue Shi, which he has to prepare overnight...
Therefore, Ouyang Rong did not deliberately ignore Yue Ziang and other scholars these days.
But he was really too busy to spare time to talk to them...
Unknowingly, Ouyang Rong stayed up until almost dawn, and the sky outside was dim and bright.
During this period, Ye Weilai, who got up at night, tried to persuade him to sleep several times, but he was perfunctory.
Ouyang Rong put down his pen and stretched.
He didn't notice that in the yard, there was a beautiful figure in red carrying a bowl of black hot mist medicinal soup. She slowly approached the study window with a cold face, and her slightly narrowed eyes stared at him with a dangerous light. .
immediately……
As the saying goes, the beauty took away the lamp in anger and asked him what day it was!
After some tossing, the study door opened. Xie Ling Jiang sternly snatched the lamp on the table and strode out.
Inside the dark door without the lamp, in front of the desk, the white-haired girl who had just crawled out of bed and was only wearing a small green bellyband lowered her head as if she had made a mistake, clasped her fingers, and stood there.
Ouyang Rong looked a little guilty. He raised his head and quickly drank the bitter medicine in the bowl. He touched Ye Weila's small face, which made him blame himself, and silently chased him out the door.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m not familiar with the way around the mansion, or something else.
Xie Lingjiang didn't go far and was easily chased by someone.
Ouyang Rong didn't mention what happened just now, and calmly changed the topic:
"Wanwan forgot to add caramel, why is it a bit bitter?"
"Added..."
Xie Lingjiang immediately frowned and turned back, her expression hesitant to speak. Looking at Ouyang Rong's harmless expression, she suddenly snorted,
I don't want to answer someone who is telling lies.
Ouyang Rong blinked his eyes, stepped forward and took the beauty's hand, and walked towards the path directly ahead with the dawn and dusk in the background.
The wind in the early spring morning blows in the face, making people feel a little refreshed.
Ouyang Rong turned his head and said to Xie Lingjiang, who was slightly puffing his mouth as if he was angry:
"How about when this busy period is over, I will never stay up late again."
Xie Lingjiang said expressionlessly: "Elder brother said the same thing last time."
"Last time was last time, this time is this time, this time it will be."
"Humph." She turned away.
Immediately, the two walked in silence for a while.
Ouyang Rong felt his junior sister hold his hand a little tighter.
Ouyang Rong also pinched her.
Xie Lingjiang suddenly nodded seriously: "They are all talking nonsense."
"Ah, what?"
This sentence without beginning or end left Ouyang Rong a little confused.
Xie Lingjiang turned and looked at him:
"Those scholars who have nothing to do when they are full say that you have not written a memorial before, or have written a letter to please or support, because you are greedy for life and afraid of death."
She gritted her teeth: "They are all talking nonsense, senior brother, don't pay attention to them."
Ouyang Rong laughed: "Why does junior sister still care about this?"
"Isn't Senior Brother angry?"
"What's the use of being angry. Can't you do nothing if you're angry?"
Xie Ling Jiang's lips pursed into a red line, feeling the warmth of his palm, walked for a while, and said softly:
"I never asked, what is written in Senior Brother's memorial? Is it the same as I thought before?"
"What do you think?"
"It's like admonishing Princess Changle in the capital."
Ouyang Rong shook his head: "It can't solve the problem."
"So this time?"
"I calmly calculated an account with Her Majesty the Queen. How much would it cost to build the Songde Center of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the four Buddha statues in all directions? What is the annual tax revenue from the Great Zhou Dynasty and the four statues of the Buddha? Then I took the annual finance of Jiangzhou for an example. example……"
Xie Lingjiang listened blankly.
The sky before dawn is like a dark indigo-colored curtain as the background,
She vaguely saw the senior brother turning his head, his sickly face, thin and calm, seemed to be telling a simple thing:
"Compared to firmly opposing the center and the Buddha statue, and completely flattering the empress and supporting the construction,
“I chose to compromise.
“In that memorial, it was suggested to extend the time limit for the construction of the Great Zhou Songde Center and the Buddha statues in all directions, so as to give each state ample time to raise funds.
"There are also restrictions on the specifications of the two. For example, the Big Buddha does not have to be built on the ground. Thirty feet is too high..."
Xie Lingjiang felt particularly calm for some unknown reason, and silently listened to the calm statement of the sick Jiang Governor in front of him.
"In addition, on behalf of Jiangzhou Hall, I rejected His Majesty's 20,000 guan powder money and distributed it to Guizhou, which is relatively poor. It was a flattering suggestion. The four giant Buddhas should be carved according to His Majesty's appearance."
Xie Lingjiang opened his eyes slightly.
As he spoke, Ouyang Rong himself laughed, turned around and asked with a smile:
"Doesn't it fit the image of me that Wanwan has in mind?"
Xie Lingjiang pondered: "No, I'm just a little surprised that senior brother is so...calm."
"You are a hypocrite."
Ouyang Rong laughed at himself and pointed at the northern sky:
"Your Majesty knows that building the Song De Center and the four Buddha statues will waste national resources and create many obstacles, but for the emperor, dignity is sometimes more important than right and wrong.
"Between absolute obedience and firm opposition, if there is a voice that is both decent and pragmatic, she is more likely to compromise and adopt it. However, it also depends on whether the ministers below are passing the ladder beautifully. ”
Xie Lingjiang sighed softly: "No wonder Senior Brother settles for second best. This... is actually right."
Ouyang Rong took the lamp from Xie Lingjiang's other hand. On the garden path covered with dawn dew, his lacquered eyes reflected an inextinguishable candle:
"But this doesn't mean that Mr. Ji, Governor Li, and Yushi Wei are wrong. In a sense, they hit their heads so hard that their heads were bleeding, but they helped me compromise.
"Looking at it now, my memorial is of no use."
Xie Lingjiang waved his sleeves and answered in a decisive tone:
"But senior brother is definitely not greedy for life and afraid of death as Yue Ziang and others say. He should not be misunderstood in this way."
The fox-white furred young man let go of his hand that was covered in the beauty's fragrant sweat.
He walked forward holding a lantern.
"If I were in Dragon City, I would do the same thing as Lord Ji and Governor Li."
"Why has Senior Brother changed now?"
Ouyang Rong stopped while holding the lamp, turned around and said: "Because the Pure Land is fake, this place... is hell. I understand that I may never be able to turn it into a Pure Land in my lifetime."
Xie Lingjiang was stunned for a moment, "What should we do?"
Ouyang Rong smiled and said in a relaxed tone: "What else can I do? Let's just make do with it. How can we leave?"
Xie Lingjiang, who was deep in thought, couldn't help laughing when she saw her senior brother suddenly winking at her.
"Actually, it'll be fine if it gets better and better." He narrowed his eyes and said.
"Do you want it to get better and better?" Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but glance at the senior brother: "I always feel that the senior brother and the master are becoming more and more similar."
"Where does it look like?"
"Well, the same calmness and calmness, the same...the right and the wrong are indistinguishable."
Ouyang Rong waved his hand: "Illusion. I don't even know Master, I have never met anyone."
Xie Lingjiang blinked: "But someone's gift has been sent to the master's study. By the way, who asked my father to send that gadget there for him?"
Ouyang Rong is as thick-skinned as a shield:
"Don't you hear that he also likes to settle accounts? I call the friendship between gentlemen as light as water. No, it's called respecting the old and loving the young."
Xie Lingjiang chirped: "Humph, old fox, little fox."
Ouyang Rong suddenly pointed at the white sky in the east, "Okay, it's dawn, it's time to go back."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Xie Lingjiang looked at the back of someone running away holding a lamp, covered his mouth and shouted:
"Wait, don't bother with official documents anymore, go back and rest."
"Take a rest." Ouyang Rong waved his hand: "In the morning, there will be a Buddhist Buddhist memorial ceremony at the Temple of the Most Holy Master, so you have to go there in advance."
"Okay, wait for me." Xie Lingjiang caught up: "I'll go too."
…
In the carriage, Ouyang Rong lay on his junior sister's round and tight thighs and dozed off for a while.
We arrived at the Temple of the Holy Master on the same street as Yunshui Pavilion.
The Temple of the Holy Master was newly built the year before last and is still brand new.
Now in early spring, before the start of the state school, there needs to be a celebration to pay homage to the most holy teacher.
Ouyang Rong and Wang Lengran, as local governors, are also in charge of the education of the state schools. They need to personally lead the elders and children, follow the etiquette, and worship the sages.
It's just that Wang Lengran "asked for leave due to illness" early and couldn't come. When the news came out, he was naturally laughed at privately by the scholars, but the former obviously didn't care.
The morning sun shines on the high eaves of the temple.
Ouyang Rong arrived early with his junior sister and Yan Liulang, walked into the temple with a calm expression, and went to meet the officials in charge of state studies.
Some of the scholars who were coming in and out of the door looked stunned for a moment, turned back, rubbed their eyes, and looked at Ouyang Rong's back in surprise.
It seems that he did not expect that this low-key Chang Shi, who had been "avoiding" in the past, would come to the scene in person.
Scholars from the state ran around calling for help.
Soon, the news that Ouyang Lianghan, the governor of Jiangzhou, came to the abbot of Zhishengxianshi Temple to offer sacrifices spread among the scholars in Jiangzhou.
The public opinion of scholars in Xunyang City rose like the rising sun above our heads and heated up rapidly.
The state schools in each state were originally the base camp of scholars, and the debates in the past were even more intense. Yue Ziang was a frequent visitor in Jiangzhou state schools. He often made bold remarks and seemed to be an opinion leader.
Ouyang Rong did not know that a few days ago, Yue Ziang and other scholars had threatened to ask him to come forward in person to talk to the Jiangzhou scholars.
However, Yue Ziang, who said it, probably knew that it was a bit unrealistic.
After all, the Liuzhou tragedy had just happened, and the officials from all over the world were staying away from the excited scholars, and the court was turning a blind eye.
But today, Ouyang Rong actually "responded" and came as promised.
The Temple of the Most Holy Master was crowded with scholars from Jiangzhou, who all came to attend the opening ceremony, which they used to find boring.
The scholars didn't seem to have expected that they would have such a great influence, so they made a lot of noise and got excited about it.
The sun gradually rose into the sky.
When the sickly young man in a fox-white fur shawl walked up to the high platform where the statue of the saint was erected in the center of the square, they began to applaud chaotically.
Ouyang Rong looked at the crowded crowd below and raised his eyelids, slightly surprised.
As usual, he began his memorial speech in a gentle tone.
…
(End of chapter)
