Ouyang Rong suddenly stood up.

He sat on the couch, holding his bedding,

Turning his head in a daze.

A dark room.

White moonlight flowing on the floor in front of the bed.

There are also wooden windows that keep waving into the summer insects.

At the third day outside, the moon was as quiet as water, and he was still on the bed in the familiar Meilin courtyard.

The young county magistrate looked dazed.

"Why are you awake again? I'm still the long dream..."

With a whisper, Ouyang Rong lowered his head and rubbed his sleeping face.

He casually called out: "Masterpiece."

The words just fell.

At the foot of the bookshelf three meters away from the bed, there was a narrow wooden box leaning against it.

"Knock--!", "Bang--!"

It was like the sound of pulling the plate machine echoing inside the house, and the wooden sword box suddenly opened, like a butterfly spreading its wings.

The right "wing" is inserted into a long sword, and the snow-white sword body emits gray moonlight.

It is the moonlight sword.

The left "wing" is empty... No, the sword that warms the left wing is too fast, better than a blink of an eye.

An "arc" quietly suspended in the center of the dark room.

Ouyang Rong breathed a long sigh, as if he was relieved.

Turn over and get out of bed.

Pushing open the window, Ouyang Rong was wearing a thin white shirt, looking up at the moon, frowning.

In the sky, the crescent moon is like a knife, hanging in the west.

In the room, the sword of the tripod is like an arc, hanging quietly in the air.

Ouyang Rong turned his back to "craftsmanship" and looked at the moon and was in a daze.

I woke up from illness and had been down the mountain for three days.

I was about to regroup and start over, but for the past three days, he was entangled in a strange dream every night.

When handling official duties in the county government office during the day, I often get distracted.

I am awake now, and I remember the broken dream memory in my mind.

He was as hot as if he had swallowed a golden crow, and then he touched a slender woman as cool as a moon.

One hot and the other cold, the sun and the moon blended together, as if a ceremony was performed by Duke Zhou.

Ouyang Rong vaguely remembered that he seemed particularly rude.

What impressed him the most at this moment was that he seemed to have a big bite on her soft white neck and collarbone, venting like a beast.

The latter hugged his head tightly and silently endured everything he exuded.

The woman, who was as quiet as a moon, gave him the feeling of being as fragile as a boat in front of the stormy waves.

But when touched, it is like a quiet sea, and can withstand all the storms given by men.

This taste is strange.

"Is it a dream..."

Ouyang Rong whispered, suddenly turned his head and looked at the dark Dagu Mountain in the distance.

"An unknown miracle doctor...Madam Zhao..."

There was a whisper in front of the window.

There seemed to be an impulse in his heart.

The next moment, the window closed with a "bang".

In the middle of the house, a clear blue "arc" disappeared.

In front of the bookshelf, the wooden sword box is folded, and the machine is closed and closed.

The short-haired young man went to wear a regular dress, took out a bronze mask from under the pillow and stuffed it into his sleeve.

He turned around and walked to the bookshelf, picked up the Mo family sword box, and walked out quickly.

Ouyang Rong was as light as ape and quietly left the yard.

But there is nothing to hide in Meiluyuan.

In the past two days, Meiluyuan was very quiet. Zhen and Ye Weilai had not returned yet. Ouyang Rong lived alone, with only a few old servants in the door, who went out early and returned late.

Only the junior sister looked for him every day. As for the several invitations from Lixian's family next door, Ouyang Rong all refused.

During the day, he went to Longcheng County Government and led the county magistrate Diao and Yan Liulang to deal with the end of the matter on July 15th. When he went home at night, he solved all the food, clothing, daily life alone.

It is considered as quiet in busyness, but it is rare to be fulfilled.

This also gave Ouyang Rong the opportunity to calm down and think about some questions seriously.

For example, what is important and what is not important.

This involves his future plans.

A heart calmed down, and therefore, the "biting dream" that had been lingering in his heart for several days was so strange and conspicuous.

Late at night, Ouyang Rong carried the box and left Luming Street.

He sneaked around the curfew and left the city on a sprint-long journey.

No one was notified.

When the first light at dawn was polishing the Buddhist temple on the top of the mountain, Ouyang Rong arrived at Donglin Temple, and the dew wet the hem of his clothes.

Ouyang Rong found her beautiful hair and said directly:

"Do you know about me recuperating in Sanhui Hospital not long ago?"

"ah?"

The beautiful hair in the hall, who was reading the scriptures in Chen, was stunned and looked up at the county magistrate who went up the mountain early in the morning:

"I know a little, but Sanhuiyuan was rented by Mrs. Xie through the procedures. Later I heard that it was the county magistrate, you were unconscious and went in.

"Miss Xie first invited my master to treat you, but his master was not proficient in this disease and gave in.

"Miss Xie seemed to ask for a doctor from another place later."

Ouyang Rong asked without blinking his eyes: "You and the monks of the temple, have you ever seen doctors and medical assistants in Sanhui Hospital during these days?"

Xiu Hai touched her head, "The little monk didn't see it, mainly because Xie Xiaozi and the others closed the yard and were not allowed to get close to us monks, so the senior brothers probably didn't see it either.

"I heard that Mrs. Xie hired a miracle doctor, but I don't know what it was. She was mysterious and even the morning and evening meals were delivered from the mountain, not from the temple."

Ouyang Rong asked: "What is the name of a miracle doctor?"

"The little monk doesn't know." Xiufa shook her head, as if she was thinking of something, and said in a daze:

"But I heard that in addition to the miracle doctor, there is also a good woman in the hospital who cares about the daily life of patients. It seems that Mrs. Xie and Mr. Xie came to help from the foot of the mountain. When entering the temple, Mrs. Xie registered with the senior brother who was guarding the gate. He should have a name."

Ouyang Rong said calmly:

"After I left the day before yesterday, is there anyone living in Sanhuiyuan? Where did this good woman go?"

"I don't know, the day the county magistrate recovered from illness and went down the mountain, Sanhuiyuan was empty and uninhabited. He had been cleaned by the monks of the temple.

"This good woman must have gone down the mountain, and she doesn't know where her home is."

"Okay." Ouyang Rong sighed lightly: "Where is the list of flowers entering the temple? Take me there."

"Okay, the county magistrate please wait."

Xiufa released the Buddhist scriptures and invited some leisure time at the uncle who supervised the morning reading in the hall.

Ouyang Rong followed him and silently went to the main entrance of Donglin Temple, and obtained a thick roster from a monk.

Ouyang Rong quickly opened it, followed the corresponding date and found the specific page number of the registered person's name on that day, and his fingertips fell one by one.

"Zhao, mom?"

Ouyang Rong whispered with his eyes down, which was the handsome and familiar handwriting of his junior sister.

But only two words were registered, not the full name.

He pursed his lips, his eyes slightly disappointed, but he didn't feel very surprised.

Most of the women in the Dagan Dynasty, the Great Zhou Dynasty, were called "Some Mothers or Little Mothers" outside. Only those close to them could know the specific name of the boudoir.
To be continued...