Therefore, his move further highlighted the righteousness of a gentleman. Although he had clearly handled the purple bellyband, he still had no idea that she was a girl from the Wei family.

It was in sharp contrast to the master of the lewd thief Die Lianhua. She was simply dazzling and full of righteousness. I don’t know what the female historian was thinking during that time...

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Ouyang Rong was a little afraid to review the game.

If I remember correctly, the "comradeship" between him and Rong Zhen gradually deepened, which started after returning the purple bellyband. Rong Zhen's impression of him should also have changed. Later, the two began to cooperate sincerely, and their understanding became more and more tacit.

...to today.

Good guy, what kind of gentleman test is this?

Don't guard against lewd thieves, but guard against gentlemen, right?

In an instant, a thought flashed through them all, and Ouyang Rong realized it completely.

I just abide by my personal principles and return the property to its original owner, but I didn't expect it to be unintentionally inserted.

At this moment, his mood was beyond words and complicated.

I don’t know whether to blame this romantic relationship, or be grateful to it for protecting the vest.

At the moment, no one on the stage knew what was in the mind of a certain young man in Confucian shirt.

All I could see was his stern face, which was slightly cold and indifferent.

Rong Zhen also saw it. From the moment she spoke her selfish thoughts and confessed her life experience, her eyes followed Ouyang Rong's thin and handsome face.

At this time, the blush flowing on the long skirt of the palace-dressed girl has faded, and she has returned to her purple dress. She is graceful, elegant, cold, arrogant and noble, and also has some mysterious depth.

She said coldly:

"Slave dog, who told you to come here and use the knife?"

Duan Quanwu kept kneeling on one knee in a pleading posture. After hearing this, he quietly glanced at Qian Chen's body not far away, and then looked at the tall and burly back of Wei Wu in front of him, who was standing quietly with his head bowed and being punished.

Wei Wu Er walked to the position between Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen without saying anything.

The man with the Chinese character's face hit his knee hard on the ground, kneeled down on one knee towards Ouyang Rong, and clasped his fists to apologize.

"Princess Princess, the Governor, is a villain who is reckless and speaks loudly. He has contradicted the Governor a lot. I hope that you will forgive me and treat the villain like a fool."

Ouyang Rong looked down at the ground in front of him and remained silent.

Wei Wu paused, raised his head, and glanced at the cold expression on the pretty face of the noble girl in palace attire next to him.

He looked back, with a serious expression on his red, swollen and bleeding fat face. He cupped his fists again and said to Ouyang Rong, who was standing with his hands behind his back in front of him:

"Lord Governor, some misunderstandings and conflicts occurred accidentally before. At that time, the people under the palace acted without authorization, blinded their ability to recognize Mount Tai, and bumped into you. It was like a flood had washed away the Dragon King Temple. As long as these rubbish are still there,

Feel free to speak your mind and say whatever you want."

Ouyang Rong tilted his head and glanced at Wei Wu.

When the latter saw this, he immediately took advantage of the victory and said:

"Your Majesty the Governor, Your Highnesses the King of Wei and the King of Liang, I recently learned some of your deeds from Princess Zhenxian's message. I feel deeply that I was careless and listened to the slanderous words of the villain below, and I have a little misunderstanding about you.

, it’s gone now, and the villain involved has been dealt with seriously.

"Actually, your two highnesses have always admired your talent. Now, like Princess Zhenxian, they very much recognize your benevolent governance in Jiangzhou. You are a rare great talent in the country and a rare honest official.

You are doing practical things for the saints, for the great Zhou Dynasty, and for the people of the world! You are the pillar of the country and you can expect a bright future!"

Having said this, Wei Wu reached into his arms, fumbled around, took out a red paper and gold-gilded invitation, held it up with both hands, and offered it to Ouyang Rong:

"When today's great Buddha event is over and those wanton rebels are dealt with, His Highnesses the King of Wei and the King of Liang will jointly submit a letter to help you make a good speech in front of the saint and ask you to return to the capital immediately. When the time comes, the two Highnesses sincerely invite you.

Let's go to the Prince's Mansion for tea. Your Highnesses have always been courteous to virtuous people and valued talented people. At that time, we will have a chat with you about state affairs and sincerely ask for your advice. I hope you can give me some advice."

Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes and looked at the red and gold invitation lying quietly on the palm of the kneeling man.

This is an admission ticket.

A ticket directly into the top power field in the divine capital.

Everyone on the high platform had different expressions.

Duan Quanwu stretched his neck and looked at the red and gold invitation with an extremely envious expression on his face. He wished he could replace it when the opportunity fell to him. His eyes could not conceal his ambition.

Yi Qianqiu, who was covered in snow armor, tilted his head slightly and did not look at the red and gold invitation. Instead, he looked at Ouyang Rong, who was in a calm mood, with inexplicably complicated eyes.

Grandma Song was surprisingly silent, her white eyes seemed to be staring at the purple-clad Rong Zhen, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

However, Rong Zhen did not look at Nanny Song. She might have known her gaze, but she didn't care. At this moment, all her attention was focused on one place.

Ouyang Rong wore a Confucian shirt, picked up the red and gold invitation, and weighed it in the palm of his hand.

Before Wei Wu could smile, he suddenly said:

"I don't like drinking tea."

Wei Wu was confused: "What?"

Ouyang Rong thought to himself and said, "I like to eat pears. Do you have any pears over there?"

"Pear...pear?"

"That's right." Ouyang Rong spoke with emphasis: "Pear."

"Lord Governor, what does this mean? Is it a homophonic pronunciation, Li..."

Before Wei Wu could finish asking, Rong Zhen suddenly stepped forward, pushed him away, and took the red and gold invitation from Ouyang Rong.

In front of everyone, she folded it in half, tore it into pieces, and scattered them on the floor at her feet.

The girl in palace clothes raised her little face and said to the young man in scholar's clothes:

"We don't drink tea from anywhere and ignore them. From now on, I will peel pears for you to eat, okay?"

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(PS: There are many reversals and explosive points in this plot. I have to take back the foreshadowing, so I write it a little slower. I will post as much as I write. I may not be able to make it on time at 12 o'clock in the evening. Everyone should go to bed early!)
Chapter completed!