Ouyang Rong took out the original "Peach Blossom Spring" and two bronze daggers at the same time.

One was given to him by Rong Nushi, an ordinary bronze dagger.

There is another one, which was seized from Zen Master Yi Zhi. There is a special blood mark on the sword.

Ouyang Rong tried to put the original "Peach Blossom Spring" together with two bronze daggers, tinkered with it for a while, and observed it carefully.

He seemed to be trying to piece together two things.

The whole process was fruitless.

After studying for a while and finding no clues, Ouyang Rong shook his head.

It seems that the original bronze shaft of the original "Peach Blossom Spring" collected by the Jingzhao Yuan family must be made of blood bronze, which cannot be easily replaced by the main material of Yun Meng Ling...

From this point of view, it is reasonable to guess that blood bronze is also different, divided into three, six or nine grades.

He put away the objects on the table and stuffed them into the Mohist sword box again to block the aura.

Finally, after checking the merit points on the small wooden fish as usual, Ouyang Rong opened his eyes, stood up, and left the study.

As soon as he returned to the master bedroom, the wardrobe inside was pushed open by two short hands.

Xiao Mo Jingmiaosi got out from the crack in the closet door, looked at him suspiciously, and said in an interrogating tone:

"Why did you come back so early today? You came back before I fell asleep. I used to go fooling around somewhere every day. I didn't see you every time before going to bed. You must not be dating Xie Yatou every day, then she can't talk about it.

Everyone is smiling."

Ouyang Rong didn't say anything and pushed her little head back into the closet.

"Xiao Rongzi, you are so cold and violent! The saddest thing ever."

"Don't scream. If you can't produce spiritual ink, don't talk."

"...?"

Ouyang Rong looked a little tired, took off his coat and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Miao Si poked her little head out of the closet again and squinted at his back.

Until nightfall.

The bathroom was filled with water mist, the warmth had not dissipated, and Ouyang Rong was nowhere to be seen after taking a bath.

A figure of a little girl in Confucian attire quietly appeared and ran to a bamboo basket containing dirty clothes and belongings. She climbed up and started looking for it.

"Did Xiao Rongzi hide something from me again? You stinky man, I have long realized that something is wrong with you. If you don't take out any good things..."

Miao Si simply jumped into the basket, buried her little face in the fabric at the sleeves of her Confucian shirt, sniffed carefully, and muttered:

"Yes, it's this smell. It smells vaguely familiar. Where does it come from... Hmm! It's a bit like the literary style of that old drunkard hundreds of years ago. No wonder it's so familiar. But his literary style is not much, it's vaguely visible.

, mixed with a very unfamiliar literary smell... No wonder I didn't smell it the previous few times. It turned out to be mixed. This time I finally figured it out... Strange, where is the thing, where is he hiding it, isn't it?

Are you afraid? You’re laughing so hard, only a devil needs the bad manners of an old drunkard..."

Miao Si pinched her nose and rummaged for a while with a look of disgust on her face, when her little hands suddenly pulled out something.

After taking a closer look, a look of surprise appeared on her little face:

"Is this... a sachet?"

Little Mo Jing muttered while opening a sachet that was half the size of her body:

"Why does this guy have so many sachets? He is the worst of all. This sachet is quite new. Hmm, will we never forget each other? Ugh, it's so disgusting. Eh..."

Miao Si suddenly said "Eh", moved her little nose closer, and smelled... the ink on the paper.

…

early morning.

Xunyang Grottoes.

Rong Zhen and Grandma Song stood at the foot of the Buddha, silent and silent, looking up at the Buddha.

"You haven't understood Yu's sword skills yet?"

"Um."

"Hurry up."

"Know."

"I'm not urging you, but the old guy surnamed Yu is very out of tune. If you don't do it then, if you let him come, he may be passive and sabotage, or something may happen again. Only Your Majesty can control him, but His Majesty is thousands of miles away.

outside……"

Aunt Song sighed, and after a while, she continued to give her instructions:

"This kind of matter is best left in the hands of our Si Tianjian people. This is also an opportunity given to you by His Majesty. Da Siming also has high hopes for you."

"Junior knows."

Grandma Song turned her head and looked at the girl in palace clothes with her eyes downcast, and asked:

"Do we really want him to know about this Buddha statue?"

Rong Zhen seemed not to have heard.

The old woman with white eyes looked calm and continued:

"Provincial Governor Ouyang is just responsible for the construction. He knows so much about it. And now that the Buddha is about to be built, if one more person knows, there will be more risks. I don't need to explain this truth."

Rong Zhen finally spoke:

"It's time to talk. When he comes today, we will discuss with him the date we set and the external cover-up. Some things are unavoidable. Let's follow the process and check it again. Today

Just tell him to set up defenses at the Buddha."

"You can do your best as you say, but don't be too soft-hearted or careless, and end up causing trouble."

"Are you saying that the statue-making ministers appointed by His Majesty and the bachelors of Xiuwenguan are collaborators with the enemy?"

"I don't mean that."

The two female Sitianjian officers, the old one and the young one, began to answer questions.

At this moment, a middle-aged female officer suddenly came outside and shouted from not far away:

"Ms. Shi..."

Rong Zhen frowned: "What's the matter?"

The middle-aged female official seemed to be Rong Zhen's confidant. She glanced at Nanny Song next to her and closed her mouth.

Seeing this, Nanny Song smiled softly, turned around and walked away, giving up her position.

The old woman with white eyes walked a little further, and when she turned back at a certain moment, she saw a middle-aged female official leaning into the ear of the girl in palace attire, seeming to say something.

The girl in palace clothes had a look of surprise and confusion on her face.

Nanny Song withdrew her gaze and walked towards the golden Buddha head in the distance which was being closely guarded by Yi Qianqiu and his men...

Rong Zhen was led by a middle-aged female officer to a pavilion.

She raised her eyes and glanced.

There was a messenger waiting in the pavilion, a very strange man with a thin face.

Rong Zhen entered the pavilion and said without looking back:

"You step back."

"yes."

The middle-aged female officer took a few steps back and quickly disappeared.

Only Rong Zhen and the thin-faced messenger were left in the pavilion.

The thin-faced messenger clasped his fists in salute and respectfully handed over a letter.

Rong Zhen frowned and accepted it.

The thin-faced messenger clasped his fists and resigned without saying a word the whole time.

Rong Zhen didn't stop him, he twisted the letter with two fingers, looked down at the familiar wax seal, and then slowly opened it.

She unfolded the letter and browsed it for a while, her original indifferent expression gradually faded away.

At a certain moment, the muscles of the nasolabial folds twitched faintly on the cheeks of a girl in palace attire with a slight baby bump.

Rong Zhen suddenly turned his head and looked towards Xunyang City in the distance.

The next second, the figure of the girl in palace clothes disappeared from the pavilion.

All that was left was a scrap of letter paper.

It was crushed into pieces by a jade hand that clenched so tightly that the fingers turned pale with blood.

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