Chapter 524: Lady Shi is a bit cute (Happy May Day, please give me your monthly vote~)

Jiangzhou lobby.

The publication of the song "Night Tour of Chengtian Temple" made Yuan Huaimin become the focus of many officials inexplicably.

After Rong Zhen returned the pamphlet Yuan Huaimin carried with him, he led a group of female officials out and left.

The atmosphere is no longer as solemn as before.

Rong Zhen is actually not very proficient in poetry and articles. She only focuses on literary style.

In the main hall, Ouyang Rong stood up. Instead of congratulating and praising Yuan Huaimin with his colleagues, he walked out silently and saw Rong Zhen off.

The pretty face of the cold and cold girl in palace clothes turned into a frown.

Arriving at the entrance of Jiangzhou lobby and preparing to leave, Rong Zhen stopped.

She looked back and warned sternly:

"I didn't sleep at all. I couldn't sleep at night, so I just practiced Qi in the house and didn't hang out with Yuan Huaimin and the others.

"If I remember correctly, you are still at a low level in Qi refining. If you don't want what happened that day in Huang Xuan's courtyard to happen again, you must improve your strength as soon as possible and take advantage of the fact that Jiangzhou Sima is currently in a temporary position.

"I agree with you on this point."

After pausing for a moment, she seemed to see the confused look on Ouyang Rong's face, and continued with a serious look:

"My intention is not to say that Yuan Sima is not a good character, but because you have a different approach from them. They may write exquisite poems and articles, and their words may sound nice, but they are of no use to the country.

"I have seen this type of Confucian scholars and scholars in Luoyang. The saints kept many of them in and outside the palace, and they specialized in writing flashy and magnificent articles.

"Of course, there may be some arrogant and noble people among them, and Yuan Huaimin may be better than them. Moreover, this article "Recording a Night Tour of Chengtian Temple", even though I don't read much, I think it is good. It is a gift from my master.

His literary talent is outstanding. Well, I believe he will be liked by many beauties...

"But, Ouyang Lianghan, you and I are different from them.

"We are doing real things, not talking about words or showing off.

"And the most negative example is the owner of Dielianhua. His poetic talent has nothing to do with his character. He hides in the dark and does shameless things...

"Ouyang Lianghan, based on what I have gained most from my trip to Jiangzhou, this world needs someone to immerse themselves in doing practical things, and you are such a person. I believe that the world needs someone."

Speaking of this, Rong Zhen's harsh words softened slightly, and he looked at Ouyang Rong and said:

"So, this time you are demoted, you are frustrated. How can a man always have smooth sailing? You can be allowed to be a little frustrated, but you are disappointed. There is no need to hang out with scribes like Yuan Huaimin who claim to be elegant and aloof. Even if you get close,

Later, I was able to leave a name in their poems and songs, but so what, it was just a passing thought.

"Ouyang Lianghan, water conservancy projects such as Zheyi Canal and Shuangfengjian that benefit the country and the people are the right way not to waste your talents, so avoid them."

As Ouyang Rong listened, he couldn't help but glance more at Rong Zhen, who spoke to him with some serious words, and raised his brows.

Is the female historian afraid that he will be envious and deviate from his original path because he saw Yuan Huaimin's exquisite article "Excellent Hands Occasionally Obtained" which is highly praised, so she gave him a few words of warning?

"What are you doing, do you hear me?"

Rong Zhen asked with a frown.

"I heard it, I heard it."

Ouyang Rong nodded seriously and summed up:

"Go to bed early and get up early, don't fool around. By the way, who is a serious person who stays up in the middle of the night and writes this thing? Well, can a person who stays up in the middle of the night be a serious person?"

"It's good to know."

The cold-hearted girl in palace clothes snorted softly, turned around and left.

At the gate, Ouyang Rong watched her and the female officials who were guarding her disappear at the corner of the street.

"The way the female historian talks so earnestly and sincerely is a bit...cute."

Smiled slightly.

He rubbed his face and turned back to Jiangzhou lobby.

In the side hall, Yuan Huaimin looked at this amazing little prose in front of him. Under the congratulations from his colleagues, he couldn't help but fall into a little hard thinking.

Seeing Ouyang Rong passing by the door, Yuan Huaimin threw away his colleagues with a "whoosh" sound, slipped out, and grabbed Ouyang Rong's sleeve.

"Brother Lianghan."

"What's wrong?"

"Did you see it? Damn it, it's so awesome. Damn it, it turns out this is my strength... It seems I was too humble before."

Ouyang Rong smiled and nodded in approval:

"As expected of the man who threatened to create a world-famous work in front of my aunt, come on."

After bidding farewell to Yuan Huaimin and arriving at a deserted place, Ouyang Rong's wonderful thoughts jumped out of his sleeves.

The little girl in Confucian attire spreads out her hands, her face is so small that there is no emotion:

"Give me the money. Thanks to my fairy lady for helping you transfer your cultural energy this time."

"Talk about money hurt feelings."

"Don't, talking about feelings hurts money. It's better not to hurt money."

"If you owe it, it's considered a loan."

"If you don't have money, you can find someone to defraud you of your money, and you can return the defrauded money to me, right?" she muttered.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and poked the little outlaw's arrogant little forehead with his finger:

"Look, is this what people say?"

Miaosi asked with a serious face: "You are not a human being, aren't you already cheating money?"

"I'm borrowing from you, borrowing, not cheating." He corrected.

"Oh, borrow? Borrowing money means defrauding friends. Then it's better to just defraud outsiders."

"..."

Ouyang Rong sighed: "What you say makes sense."

Miaosi akimbo, Aojiao said:

"No matter what, if you don't pay back what you owe this time, don't think that I will help you next time. We have to settle the account. Do you understand? This is a matter of principle. We must prevent someone from bullying. I am not a soft persimmon."

, Do you know or don’t you know…”

Little Mo Jing, who loved money the most, repeatedly emphasized that Ouyang Rong had no choice but to nod: "Okay, okay, IOU first, wait for a few days..."

Why do you feel like this little guy is getting harder and harder to fool?

Soon, two days passed.

"Remembering a Night Tour of Chengtian Temple" continued to ferment in Xunyang City, was widely circulated, and aroused heated discussions.

Especially one of the lines, "The good man has not gone to bed yet", many people are curious whether he is really not going to bed or is he pretending not to go to bed, or whether he was woken up by a bad friend in the middle of his sleep.

This morning, Ouyang Rong was still late.

Because of the incident of "Liang Han is not sleeping yet", many Xunyang poetry societies are now taking the initiative to extend an olive branch to Ouyang Rong and invite him to participate.

Ouyang Rong couldn't refuse, so he chose some large-scale poetry gatherings and went to discuss them with Rong Zhen before selectively participating. This also caused him to arrive late and leave early frequently during the day on weekdays.

Anyway, seeing this kind of life made Yuan Huaimin extremely enthusiastic.

Wait, why is it that the poems he wrote with great luck made Lianghan the biggest focus, stealing the limelight instead of him who had no time to go to the poetry meeting? Damn it, it's unfair!

Faced with the sad looks from time to time from his friends, Ouyang Rong could not do anything more than patting him on the shoulder with a sigh, encouraging him to do a good job in his long term, and giving him some mental comfort.

In the morning, in the lobby of Jiangzhou, Ouyang Rong arrived late with a piece of sesame cake in his mouth. As soon as he walked in, he met Li Dalang who was about to leave.

"Hey, Dalang, why are you here? Are you here before me?"

Li Dalang couldn't help but look sideways: "I didn't expect the rumors to be true. Tan Lang is late every day now."

Ouyang Rong looked calm and ate the cake without saying a word.

Li Dalang coughed and pointed to the door:

"Ahem, come here for a walk, and see you guys by the way. By the way, I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave now..."

"etc."

Ouyang Rong stopped him, nodded calmly and said:

"I just arrived. Liulang has been at the west city gate these past two mornings, supervising the maintenance of the dilapidated city tower, and he is not here either... So who did you come to see?"

Li Dalang scratched his head: "No wonder I just looked around and couldn't see you, haha."

Ouyang Rong glanced at his silly expression, changed the topic and asked:

"Wait for me, I haven't been to Yunshui Pavilion for a long time. Let's go there together later and have tea and chat."

Li Dalang looked embarrassed, "Tan Lang, I won't go to Yunshui Pavilion now. I happen to have something to do today. Why don't we make an appointment another day and talk somewhere else."

Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows slightly, "Okay."
To be continued...