The night is as cold as water.
Drink ice.
In front of a small desk, Ouyang Rong bent down with a calm face, and picked up Ye Weilai, who had silver hair like a waterfall and a sleepy head tilted like a princess.
Hug me back to the bed in the back room,
Ouyang Rong, who returned from a tired night, turned his head and glanced at the newly moved small desk in the outer room. The tabletop was piled with papers, official documents, abacus and other items.
In the past two days, with Wang Lengran's compromise, he returned to the Jiangzhou lobby and immediately started busy with the defense of Xunyang City, inspecting everywhere and returning home late every day.
In the past two days, the battle situation on the front line has become increasingly dangerous. Ouyang Rong's heartstrings were extremely tense, but he ignored Yin Bingzhai.
Returning home tonight, I saw Ye Weilai reading at night and dozing off at the table.
The same goes for the small desk in the outhouse, which was moved into the bedroom on its own initiative.
If Ouyang Rong asked Ye Weilai to study in the past, it would be the same as asking her to go to jail.
The white-haired girl was thinking of ways to be lazy. After completing the designated learning tasks, she would never turn another page of the book.
But since that morning, when Ouyang Rong went to the West City Gate to pick up Zhen Shuyuan and Ye Weilai,
The little girl seemed to be a different person. For several days in a row, when Ouyang Rong came home at night, he would see her lying on the table dozing off.
After carrying her to the bed, Ouyang Rong covered Ye Weilai with a quilt and glanced at her deep and peaceful sleeping face.
On the desk, the flame of the lamp swayed, making the two superimposed figures beside the bed sway and dazzle.
Ouyang Rong covered the sleeping Ye Weilai with a quilt and prepared to leave.
Suddenly, a small hand tightly grasped Ouyang Rong's arm that was supporting the bed.
He turned around and saw that Ye Weilai didn't know when he opened his eyes, and he didn't know if he was asleep. His small face was so calm that it was strangely calm. Only a pair of blue eyes stared at him slightly, but the pupils were a little dilated.
Ouyang Rong lowered his head and glanced at the girl's right hand that was tightly grasping his arm. The knuckles were so pinched that the blood faded.
Her little body was tight.
He turned his eyes again, Ye Weila's left hand also reached out from the quilt, and grabbed something under the pillow as if in a panic. A corner of the object was exposed, which was a bronze sword hilt.
Ouyang Rong caught a glimpse.
"Tan...Tan Lang." Ye Weilai muttered in her sleep as her blue eyes regained some focus.
She looked at the familiar beds on the left and right, took a long breath, put the dagger back in her hand, quickly released her hand from Ouyang Rong's arm, lowered her head, feeling a little embarrassed:
"Tan Lang is back...just now...did the slaves get lazy and dozed off again?" The girl's voice sounded like she was half awake.
Ouyang Rong shook his head: "It's okay, just go to bed when you are tired, and study during the day... Did you have a nightmare just now?"
Ye Weilai nodded, then shook his head.
Ouyang Rong was quiet for a moment and said:
"My aunt later said that you were very brave that day and stood in front of me immediately. You were even more powerful than she thought and beyond her expectation.
"But that Rong Zhen is, after all, an orthodox qigong practitioner in the palace. His rank may be higher than that of the younger junior sister. It's normal that he can't beat him. He's not useless. There's no need for shame. Don't feel guilty."
"Oh." Ye Weilai lowered her head and buried her face.
When Ouyang Rong saw this, he closed his mouth to speak. He looked at the little white-haired head that poked out from the quilt gently, rubbed it, and said no more.
Ye Weilai waited for a while, but didn't see him speaking. She couldn't help but look up and met his flat eyes.
"Tanlang doesn't have any questions to ask slave?"
Ouyang Rong shook his head.
Ye Weilai's sleepy cheeks were a little startled.
He added:
"If you have something to say, I can listen to it. You can say it at any time."
Ye Weilai was moved.
After a pause, the girl's face turned red and her ears burned under the young man's soft gaze. She turned her blue eyes away and avoided sight.
The atmosphere in front of the bed was quiet for a while.
Ye Weilai suddenly said:
"She seems to be younger than Sister Xie and as big as Nu'er."
"ah."
Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment, and immediately glanced at the silver-haired girl's small breasts hugging the quilt.
Is this even better?
"Um."
A certain gentleman who showed his unblinking gaze in the carriage nodded subconsciously.
Then he saw Ye Weilai's wrinkled little nose, and he immediately realized that he was talking about age. He looked away calmly, shook his head and explained:
"It's just that they look the same size. I heard from my junior sister that the Qi practitioners of the Yin Yang family can maintain their appearance to a certain extent when they reach a certain level."
Ye Weilai couldn't help but say: "Even if she is older than me, it means that when she was as old as Nu'er, her spiritual energy cultivation was very high."
"That's right, but she is Princess Caichang. She is not an ordinary palace maid. She was carefully selected and trained by the Empress and Si Tianjian. The resources she received are no worse than those of the junior junior sister. Don't treat her with common sense."
"But she is also a slave."
Ouyang Rong nodded: "Yes, I am a slave, a slave of the common master of the world."
Ye Weilai's voice was a little louder: "Same goes for slave, he belongs to Tan Lang. Tan Lang is no worse than others."
Ouyang Rong gave her a chestnut and nodded expressionlessly:
"Okay, I thank you. But if your words get out, your Tanlang's hundred heads won't be enough to chop him off."
"It is." Ye Weilai defended in a low voice.
The person who deserved to be beheaded stopped talking and raised his hand to rub his white-haired little head silently.
"Is Tanlang sleeping?" she asked, biting her lip.
"I still have some official business to deal with, so you can go to bed first and I'll take a shower."
"Slave, I'll get you some water."
"No, I'll do it myself. You can rest."
Ye Weilai nodded obediently.
"okay."
She suddenly raised her upper body, twisted her fingers to pull open the slim waist ribbon, slowly took off her thin skirt, and tilted her head:
"It's hard to get dressed to sleep. Tanlang only knows how to put on a quilt. Well, remember to help me take it off next time."
Ouyang Rong said helplessly: "You have become a little ancestor."
"Has Tanlang ever seen such a little ancestor..."
Ye Weilai whispered, her fingers kept sliding up the back of her neck, untying the knots of the green mandarin duck bellyband, taking them off one by one, and handed them to Ouyang Rong. Her skin was as delicate as milk and dazzlingly white, and the girl suddenly smiled. :
"They are all slaves, but that cold-faced Po Rongzhen is not as happy as the slaves. With Tanlang's love, she can only serve a moody old woman all day long. No wonder she has a stern face, cold and deep Staying in the palace, everyone cares for themselves, and knows their own warmth and coldness, hum, at this point, the slave has won."
Ouyang Rong opened his eyes slightly and was speechless.
You can win here too, right?
But there seems to be some truth in what he said. That Rong Zhen, no wonder he looked like he would avoid strangers and was taciturn and boring.
Ye Weilai lazily stuffed the skirt and small clothes to Ouyang Rong. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and huddled into the warm quilt happily, her blue eyes narrowed slightly, and she moaned softly in comfort.
Ouyang Rongcai didn't want to be tempted by the little girl's quilt.
After a while, after putting Ye Weila to sleep, Ouyang Rong stood up. Before leaving, he bent down to pick up the dagger beside her pillow, weighed it, and put it back again.
He turned around and left the back room, throwing the crumpled skirt, bellyband, and underwear into the clothes basket. When he passed a small desk, he rubbed his face:
"Are you so competitive? This girl..."
Return to the study.
Lone lamp in darkroom.
Ouyang Rong sat alone and did not take a shower.
The night outside the window is dim.
He likes this feeling of silence and solitude.
After a while, Ouyang Rong stood up, went to the secret compartment, and fetched some things:
A sword box disguised as a piano box, a bronze mask, and a pill box,
There is also a token with the word Wei engraved on it, and a luminous pearl that has not been taken out for a long time...
Ouyang Rong placed these on the table, lay back on the chair, closed his eyes and entered the Tower of Merit.
In the Tower of Merit, Ouyang Rong glanced at the blue-gold font above the small wooden fish.
[Merit: one thousand three hundred and fifty-two]
Ouyang Rong nodded slightly and glanced at the fortune clock.
Now it is almost certain that the bloody blessing of seven thousand merits helped him avoid that night's golden sword plot.
In fact, that night, after learning that there were still begonia flowers on the wall of Qin Heng's house, Ouyang Rong had a vague reaction, and then remembered Khufu's two consecutive advices.
Let him and King Xunyang not leave the city.
Now it seems that Khufu must have known that Xunyang City was strictly guarded and that there were no less than one female official in Cai Shang who supervised them openly and covertly. He also knew about His Majesty's general character and general attitude towards King Xunyang, so he warned them to be careful. In Xunyang City, don't go out.
However, Hu Fu was too passive because of Cai Qinjun's affairs and returned in a hurry. He didn't have time to talk to Ouyang Rong, so he went back to report on his work.
"I have gained some merit by saving Prince Xunyang's Mansion, and the people who have recently taken in the people who fled from the southwest are also very grateful to me. It is another merit, one thousand and fourteen, I will save more."
Ouyang Rong shook his head again:
"The bloody blessing indeed indicates danger. If you can redeem it in the future, redeem it. Don't take it lightly."
He summarized and found out the gaps.
Immediately, he touched the sword box on the table with his palm.
"Currently, we are still at the ninth level. We have not been able to break through the bottleneck and cannot find the opportunity for the promotion ceremony... It is too difficult and harsh for these ninth-level sword holders to kill sixth-level beings. Qiu Shenji almost died that time.
"The little girl is said to be competitive, Ouyang Lianghan, but you are the same, too. If the carriage encounters Rong Zhen, he will be able to win the eighth grade
, plus carrying the sword box, this hasty encounter will not be so passive.
"If an eighth-level sword wielder successfully deploys a sword without the help of purple mist or elixirs, it can threaten the life of a sixth-level Qi practitioner and break her Qi defense. Oh, wait a minute... Eighth-level... Until then, let’s see if she is still arrogant and dares to put on a bad face.”
Ouyang Rong muttered, becoming more cautious in times of peace.
Moreover, Xunyang City is not safe at the moment. Although he is responsible for the specific defense,
But only Ouyang Rong knew how great the oppression was.
In the unlikely event that Xunyang City is breached, we can't just sit back and wait for death. If you have Qi training skills, you can escort your aunt and Wei Lai to escape...
Ouyang Rong pursed his lips.
The next day.
Ouyang Rong went to Xunyang Ferry early in the morning.
Xunyangdu is very busy right now, and in the southwest direction, there is an endless stream of officials fleeing north.
From Guizhou to Jiangzhou, many state and county officials along the way either surrendered, were killed, or fled north.
Most of them are third parties, and many of these officials who fled north are temporarily resting in Xunyang City.
This also sent a steady stream of specific news from Southwest to Jiangzhou Hall.
The situation was not optimistic. Ouyang Rong began to lead the team and strictly inspected the ferry and city gates. The entire city was on alert, especially for strangers such as merchants and monks from other places. Such people were highly mobile and might be involved in rebel operations.
At present, the matter of re-defending the city fell into the hands of Ouyang Rong, and Wang Lengran turned to organize the establishment of the rebel army.
After a busy morning, at noon, Ouyang Rong invited Chen Canjun to have tea at Yunshui Pavilion as planned.
Chen Shenjun repeatedly reiterated that he had no choice but to distance himself slightly.
But what Ouyang Rong cared about wasn't this, but what was on duty at the city gate that night.
Ouyang Rong personally poured a cup of tea for Chen You. At this time, Li Fusu walked out from behind the scenes and sat at the table.
"Da Lang, this is the Chen Canjun I often tell you. I admire you and the prince and hope to meet you." Ouyang Rong introduced with a smile.
Chen You was stunned.
Li Dalang didn't look sideways. Although he was nervous, he was trying to figure out Ouyang Rong's past gestures of winning over scholars. He imitated Ouyang Rong and greeted him in a relaxed tone:
"Where is Brother Chen from?"
"Jiang...a native of Jiangzhou." Chen Canjun responded excitedly.
After some conversation, he was flattered and looked at Ouyang Rong gratefully.
After dinner, send Chen You off.
Li Fusu and Yan Liulang cast their eyes over.
Ouyang Rong nodded: "No matter how bad a grateful person is, he can't be worse than that. This person is acceptable."
Li and Yan were relieved.
In fact, they don't know how Ouyang Rong knows people. This is a technical job, but they trust Ouyang Rong unconditionally.
In the afternoon, Ouyang Rong just returned to Xunyang Ferry. After receiving the news, he went to a certain dock in person. Among the people fleeing north who got off the boat, he saw a few familiar figures.
"Magistrate Diao? Master Shandao?"
Magistrate Diao had a stern look on his face, while Master Shandao and Xiufa next to him both looked depressed.
They brought news.
Longcheng County has also fallen into the hands of Cai Qin's army. In fact, there is not much resistance.
Ouyang Rong didn't look surprised. He didn't expect Longcheng County to be able to defend it. After all, there were only a small number of people who were truly loyal to Zhou Dynasty. Most of them were just simple wage earners or members of aristocratic families.
You say, why do you work so hard? If you change the ruler, you can also become an official. Of course, there are people who work hard, but the Great Zhou Dynasty has only been a country for ten years, and it will definitely not take as long as the Great Qian to support scholars.
To a certain extent, the great Zhou Dynasty was founded by the high-pressure force and iron-handed tactics of Empress Wei.
That night, Ouyang Rong held a banquet in Huaiye Lane residence to entertain them.
A group of old people from Dragon City gathered together again and couldn't help but sigh.
They had thought about getting together before, but they didn't expect it to be such an embarrassing situation.
Ouyang Rong looked calm:
"Recently, the city has been preparing for war, and the food supply has been controlled. There is some shortage. We only have some simple meals. I hope you don't blame me."
"it's okay no problem."
Magistrate Diao, the eminent monk Shandao who protected the country, and Xiufa were all hungry, so they all immersed themselves in the meal.
During this period, Ouyang Rong asked about Halong City County.
"Dragon City is close to Yunmengze, which deviates from the direct route from Hongzhou to Xunyang City. If Cai Qin's army goes to Longcheng, wouldn't it be a bit of a detour?"
"I don't know, either. Maybe it's necessary to control the Zheyi Canal, a key water transportation point?"
"But we still took a detour. Now is the time to move quickly."
Ouyang Rong frowned slightly, and immediately asked for details. Magistrate Diao blushed and confessed that Longcheng County Government did not put up much resistance, and it was considered a half-surrender.
Magistrate Diao thought that Ouyang Changshi would blame him, but unexpectedly, his face was calm and he even breathed a sigh of relief.
"As long as there aren't too many casualties, the main outcome will be decided on the frontal battlefield. Xunyang City is the main event."
Ouyang Rong nodded.
After all, it is considered a civil war. Compared with a foreign war, there are more people who surrender and few are willing to fight.
Ouyang Rong nodded and said:
"They also have to win over people's hearts and engage in a real decisive battle to eliminate the opponent's main force. This is the big show. Killing the people will only affect the legitimacy. After all, under the banner of restoring the Dagan, when it comes to treating the people, the Dagan cannot be compared to But Dazhou, right?
"But didn't you say something before that we, Her Majesty the Queen and the Wei family, are experts at civil war but not at foreign war?"
Ouyang Rong smiled.
Everyone did not dare to answer the conversation and buried themselves in their food, pretending not to hear...
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