On the third floor of Yunshui Pavilion, in the Qinghe box.

The atmosphere fell into silence.

Qin Heng lowered his head and was silent for a while, then said in a hoarse voice: "Ouyang Changshi, can you help the general and save the soldiers of the third regiment?

"The general knows the school captain Su Qian very well. He is like a bottle of oil. He will never rebel unless forced by a traitor and desperate.

"The general will dare to pledge his life to come out of the city to meet them on that day.

"Besides, if they return one day after being persuaded by the envoy to surrender, since they have laid down their arms and can return home, what reason do they have for rebellion, not to mention that there are only three hundred people...

"Wang Lengran was extremely shameless in trying to frame his defenseless soldiers."

Qin Heng clenched his fists on his knees, leaned forward while sitting, and spoke in an extremely sincere tone:

"If Sir Chang Shi can help me, General Su, Colonel Su, and the soldiers of the third regiment will definitely be unforgettable."

Ouyang Rong shook his head:

"Of course I believe in General Qin, and I also believe in General Qin's ability to recognize people, but I am not telling you this dangerous matter today to coerce the general or betray your favor."

He sighed:

"In fact, I haven't thought of any way to stop Wang Lengran. I can only inform General Qin and brainstorm together."

Qin Heng sighed silently.

Ouyang Rong, as the governor of Jiangsu Province, was in trouble. He, the captain of Zhechong Mansion, Guo Yi, was a military attache, so he was naturally restricted and was more on guard from the civil servants of the imperial court. What could be done?

The main reason is that as the governor of Jiangzhou and the chief official of a state, Wang Lengran has too much power.

However, this incident was shielded by the Wei family and was not implicated and held accountable.

Now the imperial court even asked Wang Lengran to follow his duties as governor and open the door to greet the garrison troops returning from the north who had been indirectly provoked to mutiny by his actions.

I have to say, this is a great irony.

"If the general can find a way to go to court and vouch for the soldiers of the third regiment, Wang Lengran should not be able to frame him again."

"No."

Ouyang Rong immediately stopped:

"Wang Lengran controls the military and government of Jiangzhou, and everyone in Jiangzhou's Third House is his. At the moment, he doesn't know about our relationship. If you go directly to Shangguan, you will expose yourself, and you will be regarded as an alien and ostracized by them.

"This method of sacrificing one's future and having very little effect is really the last resort."

Qin Heng's face was numb: "Then what should we do?"

Ouyang Rong wanted to speak, but the next moment, he suddenly shut up and sat still.

Qin Heng was thinking deeply and didn't notice.

Ye Weilai, who was making tea for the two of them, turned his head slightly and glanced at the ripples in the tea cup in Ouyang Rong's hand.

She had been paying attention to Ouyang Rong, and she was keenly aware that Tan Lang's palms trembled. At this moment, he lowered his eyes to drink tea, and there seemed to be something abnormal.

Not long after, Ouyang Rong spoke again and discussed with Qin Heng for a while. The two of them had no better ideas for the time being, so they met next time and dispersed first.

Qin Heng left first and left Qinghe's box.

Ye Weilai cleaned the tea set, took out the scented handkerchief, wiped her hands, and was about to get up, but found that Tan Lang was motionless.

Ouyang Rong suddenly moved and moved the coffee table between him and Ye Weila.

"Get some sleep and look out for me."

He lay with his head on the silver-haired girl's chopstick legs.

Ye Weilai was stunned for a moment, then nodded immediately, and kneaded the confused eyebrows of Ouyang Rong, who had his eyes closed as if sleeping.

Ouyang Rong relaxed his mind and body, and his mind sank into his mind.

Flying into the simple merit tower, Ouyang Rong looked up at the "exciting" ancient bronze bell above.

The clock body was trembling, and it kept buzzing all the time.

The thick, ink-like purple mist is like boiling water, overflowing from the copper bell and flowing down like a waterfall.

Hanging ancient clock, boiling purple mist.

This scene is like a purple waterfall falling from the sky.

Ouyang Rong's sharp eyes saw that there were blood-red silk threads faintly mixed in the purple mist, similar to the previous blessings mixed with peach-colored silk threads, but the color was different.

"What a blessing. Just when I was chatting with Qin Heng, something suddenly popped up..."

Ouyang Ronglong watched for a while, frowned slightly, and flew into the air,

His palm touched the fortune bell that was inexplicably activated today.

In an instant, an ethereal dream-like spiritual thought exploded in his mind, and Ouyang Rong immediately digested the message.

"Seven thousand merit exchange, why don't you go and grab it?"

Ouyang Rong was speechless.

"If I remember correctly, I don't seem to be enough."

He muttered something, flew to the little wooden fish below, and looked intently at the row of blue-gold fonts above the little wooden fish:

[Merits: six thousand six hundred and twenty-one]

Ouyang Rong held his forehead.

After a moment, he frowned and turned around, looking at the ancient bronze clock that seemed to be dissatisfied with desire and a woman in deep sorrow.

"Do you think my merits came from the flood? I want so much at once, where can I find it..."

Since leaving Longcheng, Ouyang Rong's merit growth has become much slower.

Over the past six months, I have been able to accumulate more than 6,600 merits. This was only possible thanks to the reputation of the Holy Master Temple and the dialogue between scholars, which has spread throughout the world and alleviated the sharp conflicts between many scholars and the local government.

Well, as the merit-juicing girl, my junior sister has also made a lot of contributions, a steady stream of contributions.

Ouyang Rong originally thought that his merits were sufficient, but he did not expect that today he would encounter a situation where his merits were insufficient and could not be exchanged for sudden blessings.

The last time I encountered this situation was at the beginning of my rebirth and awakening, when I was penniless and faced with the blessings that would come my way after my return.

But what he exchanged for ten thousand blessings was at least a unique sword technique, and possibly life-saving at a critical moment.

"What the hell is this red blessing?"

Ouyang Rong tried his best to suppress his complaints, took a second look at the fortune clock with blood-colored threads in the purple mist, and murmured:

"Seven thousand merits, what can I give you?

"What does the extra red color in the purple mist mean? Is it related to the type of blessing?

"Is it a bloody disaster or a happy event? Could it be like a peach blossom blessing, giving me a whole lot of good luck similar to a peach blossom?

"Um, but if I immediately break through the resistance and quickly enter the bridal chamber with Wanwan to spend the night, it seems that seven thousand merit points are not unacceptable...

"The premise is that you don't get the wrong person. If it's with Li Guo'er, it will be bad."

Ouyang Rong nodded, and for a moment he was not sure whether this blessing was from a bad heart or a conscience. Of course, just don't have a happy heart.

After experiencing the first two happy blessings, he began to be a little wary.

The misunderstanding with Li Guo'er almost killed Ouyang Rong.

He felt that this blessing could not be exchanged haphazardly, and he had to be cautious.

Maybe the Buddha was also a happy person, so it's not for nothing that his hair is covered with hair.

Ouyang Rong gathered his thoughts and walked twice around the little wooden fish with "insufficient balance".

"There are still four hundred merit points left. Where can I find them for a short while..."

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind:

"Wait a minute, this red blessing should be related to Qin Heng. It was triggered in the middle of a chat with him just now.

"And the topic I just talked about with him was how to save the garrison soldiers who returned to Jiangzhou. Could it be that this blessing helped me save the lives of three hundred garrison soldiers? If so, seven thousand merits are indeed not expensive.

, after all, there are three hundred households.

"And in the future, we can also get help from Qin Heng and a regiment of Zhechong Mansion..."

Ouyang Rong muttered to himself.

But the most important problem now is how to raise the shortfall of 400 merits.

"By the way, where is my junior sister? I need to go brush some."

As Ouyang Rong muttered, his mind exited the merit tower, and the back of his head lifted from Ye Weila's slender thighs.

"Let's go, go back first."

"Yes, Tanlang."

Ouyang Rong stood up and looked back.

The white-haired girl who was kneeling on the floor was putting a roll of official documents into her sleeves and stood up to follow her.

When Ouyang Rong was "closing his eyes and concentrating" just now, she was probably rubbing his eyebrows while taking the opportunity to read and study the official documents he gave her.

Ouyang Rong watched silently.

Leave Yunshui Pavilion and return to Chaisangfang.

He took Ye Weilai back to the Huaiye Lane mansion on the way.

Ouyang Rong returned to the lobby of Jiangzhou. Before his buttocks could get hot, he suddenly received a report from Liu Lang:

Li Zhengyan, Wei Shaoqi and Du Shuqing bid farewell to the ship in the afternoon.
To be continued...