"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 of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the four statues of the Buddha? Then I took the annual finance of Jiangzhou and made 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 elder brother turning his head, his sickly face, thin and calm, seeming to be telling a simple matter:

"Compared to firmly opposing the center and the Buddha statue, and completely flattering the empress and supporting the construction of both,

"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 Ling Jiang opened his eyes slightly.

As he spoke, Ouyang Rong himself laughed, turned around and asked with a smile:

"Isn't it not quite in line with the image of me in Wanwan's 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 Songde Center and the four Buddha statues will waste national resources and create many obstacles. However, 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.

Already."

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, and on the garden path covered with dawn dew, his lacquered eyes reflected an inextinguishable candle:

"But this does not mean that Lord Ji, Governor Li, and Yushi Wei are wrong. In a sense, they were so hard-headed that their heads were bruised and bloody. On the contrary, they helped me, who was compromised.

"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 young man with fox-white fur released his hand that was covered in the beauty's fragrance.

He held the lamp and moved forward.

"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... it's hard to distinguish between right and wrong."

Ouyang Rong waved his hand: "Illusion. I don't even know Master, I've 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 it a friendship between gentlemen, 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 a minute, don't bother with official documents any more, 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 little 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 sunlight shines on the high raised eaves of the temple.

Ouyang Rong arrived in advance with his junior sister, Yan Liulang, and walked into the temple with a calm expression to meet with 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 perform sacrifices, spread among the scholars in Jiangzhou.

The public opinion of Shilin 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 personally come forward and 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 imperial 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 Jiangzhou scholars, who all came to attend the opening ceremony, which they used to find boring.

The scholars did not seem to have expected that they would have such a great influence, so they clamored vigorously and became excited about it.

The sun gradually rises high in the sky.

When the sickly young man in a fox-white fur shawl walked up to the center of the square and erected a high platform for the statue of the saint, 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.
Chapter completed!