"Pei Shisanniang came with news, saying that over in Xingzifang, the first batch of rented houses that you have supervised these days were completed today, and residents of Xingzifang have moved in. She and her companions also prepared a ribbon-cutting ceremony in the afternoon, and wanted to invite Mingfu over...

…”

"OK."

Ouyang Rong nodded lightly, thought of something, turned around and asked:

"Where is my junior sister? How do you arrange it? Will you accompany me to Xingzifang in the afternoon or go back to the palace?"

Xie Lingjiang hesitated and said:

"Sister Guo'er may go out in the afternoon and go to a famous temple in Kuanglu to worship Buddha. I promised her a long time ago. She may not be able to accompany senior brother in the afternoon."

She muttered: "I'll probably be back very late. I won't be able to go see Senior Brother for dinner."

"It's okay, please pay attention to your safety."

Ouyang Rong said seriously.

"Um."

Xie Ling Jiang smiled lightly.

After the discussion, Ouyang Rong did not go to Xingzifang immediately.

At noon, Ouyang Rong, Xie Lingjiang, and Yan Liulang went back to the Huaiye Lane mansion for lunch.

Zhen Shuyuan warmly welcomed them.

After the meal, Ouyang Rong was about to send his junior sister back to Prince Xunyang's Mansion, but the latter asked to take Xiao Mo Jingmiaosi out to play with him.

Ouyang Rong agreed without hesitation.

The three of them came to Prince Xunyang's Mansion along the way.

Xie Lingjiang got out of the car, put on his sleeves and looked around. Little Mo Jing, who was restless, got out of the car and went straight to Meiyingzhai to find Li Guoer.

Before leaving, Ouyang Rong faintly heard Miao Si whispering to his junior sister:

"Thank you girl, I will go to the temple to worship Buddha in the afternoon. Your Excellency Demon Saint, will you go?"

"Your Majesty the Demon Saint?"

"It's the one with the prestigious name 'You Zhong', but whose real name is mysterious and unknown." Miao Si said in a serious tone.

Xie Lingjiang:……

"You should go, Sister Guo'er may want to take it with you," she said.

Miao Si muttered: "The fairy girl should bring some sweet-scented osmanthus cake, success or failure depends on this..."

Ouyang Rong was speechless for the little ink master who was not doing his job properly.

I originally planned to nudge it to produce spiritual ink on a daily basis, but my junior sister was here and took over the task, gently comforting him not to worry, she was here to help.

Seeing Xie Lingjiang patiently deal with Miao Si, Ouyang Rong felt that the junior sister was quite talented in raising naughty children.

At the gate of the palace, Ouyang Rong was about to leave, but he remembered something and got out of the car and entered the palace.

However, instead of going to Meiyingzhai, he ran to Li Xian's study.

Li Xian was not there, so he waited for a while before the old housekeeper Shun Bo found Li Xian.

"Hey, Tan Lang, why do you come here when you have time? Come on, come on, please sit down."

Li Xian came in carrying a purple bamboo fishing rod and a large and full fish basket.

It seemed that he was in a hurry to come back and forgot to put down the things in his hands. After walking into the study, he hurriedly handed the fishing rod and fishing basket to the young man in green clothes behind him.

He wiped his hands with a handkerchief, walked forward as if nothing had happened, and warmly entertained Ouyang Rong.

But Ouyang Rong's sharp eyes saw a big fish jumping in the fish basket in Li Xian's hand.

"What is Lianghan looking at?" Li Xian suddenly asked, and before Ouyang Rong could answer, he sighed: "Well, your aunt is very strict, and I haven't fished for a long time. I tried it a little bit today, and my skills are still a little bit better.

You are unfamiliar, a good gentleman should not laugh."

The corners of Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched slightly.

Uncle, can you hide the proud look on your face before you say this again?

He boasted casually: "Your Majesty, you are so humble. The basket is full. I think there is a herring in it, at least ten pounds."

"Sixteen kilograms, one, two, three cents." Li Xian looked serious.

Ouyang Rong:......

After a while, we got down to business.

"Last time, the prince said that the Prime Minister's Mansion helped find an authentic copy of Tao Yuanming's life. I wonder if this authentic copy has been delivered."

"Oh, yes, yes, I almost forgot, Lianghan, wait a moment, we're here."

Li Xian patted his forehead and immediately went to the desk to search.

"It was delivered yesterday. I borrowed it from Bao'er in the evening. I just returned it in the morning and didn't have time to give it to Tan Lang. Tan Lang came by chance... I found it here."

Li Xian handed over a sandalwood box.

Ouyang Rong took it and opened it immediately.

All I saw was a manuscript with yellowed corners lying quietly in the box.

Seeing the vaguely familiar scrawled writing on it, Ouyang Rongchang breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He closed the box and said goodbye with fists in his hands.

"Thank you for your help, Your Majesty. I will take my leave first."

"Hey, Lianghan, remember to come over tomorrow and eat this sixteen-pound herring that costs one to two or three cents together."

"..."

…

Ouyang Rong made an excuse and returned to the Huaiye Lane mansion first.

The accompanying Yanrokuro and others were waiting in the lobby.

Ouyang Rong returned to Ji Jing's study and took out a small wine gourd, a fire stick, and a brazier.

All three are things that have been prepared beforehand.

He returned to the table, opened the sandalwood box, and took out an authentic work by Tao Yuanming inside.

"Young man has no popular charm, but his nature is to love mountains and hills... He accidentally fell into the net of dust and passed away for thirty years.

"The birds in the tethered trees nostalgic for the old forest, the fish in the pond miss their old abyss...the wasteland is opened up in the southern wilderness, and the humble people return to their gardens..."

While Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes and chanted, he casually threw Tao Yuanming's original work titled "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" into the brazier.

The bright orange light hit his serious and focused face, and the withered yellow original paper turned into a handful of ashes in the beating flames.

Ouyang Rong carefully collected the ashes, poured them into the wine gourd, and blended them into the turbid wine.

He turned his head slightly.

On the table not far away, the piano-shaped Mohist sword box that was brought back opened spontaneously with a "click" sound.

Barely seeing the trail of the shadow, an [Arc] was already suspended above the desk, and a red and black talisman that had been treasured for a long time also fell from mid-air and slowly fell into the brazier.

It was brought here by [Craftsman].

Ouyang Rong followed suit and poured all the embers and ashes of the red and black talisman into the small wine gourd.

Production is completed.

Ouyang Rong picked up the wine gourd and shook it.

The wine gourd talisman water used by Huang Feihong to summon the gods at the Xingzi Lake construction site was also made in this way. This process seems to be correct at present.

In fact, he could also choose to swallow the paper and the red and black talisman alive.

But it always feels weird, so it’s more convenient to take it with water.

When Li Dalang swallowed Master Yuan's relic, he did so in the same way, and Ouyang Rong was deeply impressed.

[Craftsmanship] disappears.

The Mohist sword box on the table not far away clicked shut.

Ouyang Rong shook the wine gourd, picked up the piano-shaped sword box, and strode out.

There should be a great merit waiting for him at Xingzifang in the afternoon. This is one of the fruits of his stay in Xingzifang during this period.

…

Xingzifang, Qingyangheng Street.

It's in full swing and crowded.

In fact, Qingyang Heng Street has long since been demolished to the ground because it is close to the Xingzi Lake construction site.

At present, on Qingyang Heng Street, simple new courtyards are rising from the ground, restoring the street appearance.

Ouyang Rong wore a neat crimson official uniform and arrived at Qingyang Heng Street. As soon as he got off the carriage, he was surrounded by people who walked forward together and looked around.
To be continued...