?

"Is Rong Nu Shi an innate yin-yang holy body?"

"What is the innate yin-yang holy body? What is this?"

"It's okay, I'm just curious." Ouyang Rong sighed: "Rong Nu Shi is indeed a genius of the Yin Yang family."

"That's true. I'm too lazy to be humble with you."

Rong Zhen, with her long sleeves on her sleeves, walked on the side corridor where the sunlight passed through, her head slightly raised, like a white swan with a slender neck, and her tone was a little calm in front of someone who was leading the way:

"Da Siming has long declared in public that I can enter the sixth grade in the age of Biyu, and the top grade in the age of Huaxin."

"She's already in the sixth grade. What about the age of Hua Xin... isn't she only around twenty-four? How old is Rong Nushi now? She shouldn't be a few years old."

She suddenly turned her head: "Why do you ask so many questions?"

"Didn't you mention it first?"

"But I didn't let you ask." Rong Zhen's eyelids drooped.

"..."

"You really want to know about my private affairs?" she asked again.

"No, no, I'm just asking casually, I don't mean to pry into privacy, don't mind."

"Just ask casually." Rong Zhen turned away, looked at the scenery outside the corridor, and said coldly: "Guide your way."

"Okay. Rong Nu Shi walked this way, why did she go in front of me? I was the one leading the way..."

Ouyang Rong dealt with it in his mouth, and from time to time he quietly looked back at the direction of the main hall.

He wasn't lying. He was indeed just asking casually along with Rong Zhen's topic. He just didn't expect her attitude to be so bad and she just started chatting to death.

Ouyang Rongzheng took Rong Zhen, whose words were as cold and thorny as a white rose, to the stable at the back door.

Maybe he saw Ouyang Rong's honest and sincere attitude as he personally led the way, or maybe he caught a glimpse of him opening the oil paper package and chewing cakes while walking.

The expression of the icy girl in palace clothes who bought an extra piece of cake today has softened slightly, but her tone is still stiff:

"Ouyang Lianghan, if it disturbs your busy work, just say it straight away. There is no need to be patient and accompany you. It is not good for anyone to delay official business despite being polite. I am very easy to talk to and I am not an unreasonable person."

She was very talkative and raised her drooped eyelids slightly, and then said:

"Well, just take the cakes directly to the main hall and eat them. Just say something at the door of the palace and leave."

"No, I'm not busy. I just happened to go out. Haha, I'm going to go to Li Cao to do something. It's not urgent. Please tell me in advance. I just happened to have some biscuits to fill my stomach. I went out this morning and was nagged by my aunt, so I forgot to eat.

Already."

"But you keep looking back. What are you looking at?"

"Watching the road."

"The road is behind?"

"Isn't this the fear of making a mistake? This is called looking forward and looking back."

"Isn't this a derogatory term?"

"When you really start walking, that's the advantage. It's different from doing things. When you walk, you have to look forward and backward to avoid getting lost."

"Oh, is it so."

After a pause, she whispered:

"I thought you felt embarrassed that I came to see you every day and was called by your first name in front of my subordinates, so you went out to stop me and escorted me away."

"Rong Nu Shi has thought too much. Names are not just for shouting. You can just call me by name. Anyway, it means that you are not born, and you treat me as one of your own."

"Then you call me me, isn't it still the honorific title of female historian?"

Ouyang Rong was embarrassed. No matter how high his emotional intelligence was, he could not withstand this low emotional intelligence blow.

"Well, from now on... I'll just call you Rong Zhen in private?"

"what ever."

Rong Zhen was noncommittal about this, and Longxiu walked at the front.

Ouyang Rong ate more than half of the cake, and the remaining portion was wrapped in oil paper again and stuffed quietly into his arms.

His mouth was full of grease, and he subconsciously touched his arms, looking for a handkerchief.

Rong Zhen didn't look away, and after walking a few steps, she didn't see him taking it out. Her hands in her sleeves faintly stretched inside.

Just when he was about to take it out, the young man who forgot to bring his handkerchief suddenly raised his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth with the cuffs of his crimson official uniform with black edges. Then he turned his head and smiled sheepishly at the cold and cold girl in palace clothes:

"It just so happened that I didn't see Yuan Huaimin sitting at my seat just now. You don't have to guess where this guy went.

"Rong Zhen, aren't you curious as to why I am so familiar with this path? Let's go and take you to the stable to check the post."

"Inspection of stables?" Rong Zhen said in a curious tone: "You are a governor of Jiangxi Province, but you still take care of stables?"

Below, the hands trapped in the sleeves retracted.

Ouyang Rong didn't seem to see it. He smiled and led Rong Zhen to the stable.

As soon as he arrived, he saw Ali, the new groom, standing helplessly outside the stable with a green official uniform hanging on his arm. When he saw Ouyang Rong arriving, he immediately pointed his finger into the stable as if he had seen the savior.

Ouyang Rong waved his hand towards him, indicating that it was okay.

He stretched his head and took a look.

Sure enough, in the stable, in front of Dongmei's feeding trough, there was a familiar figure sticking out her butt.

Those who didn't know better thought he was competing with Dongmei for food.

"What is Yuan Sima doing?"

Rong Zhen asked with a frown.

Ouyang Rong didn't answer, and he didn't bother to talk nonsense. He came up and kicked the butt.

"Stay here, I'm almost late. You have to hit the spot every time, right? You won't have a long memory if you deduct your salary. I have told you many times that you are not allowed to run around or do anything unrelated to official duties during duty hours."

"Ouch...Brother Lianghan, can you be gentler and stop kicking the man's butt? It's connected to the front!"

"Really? Why does it feel like your butt is connected to your brain."

Yuan Huaimin stood up in embarrassment, but his attitude remained firm:

"Brother Lianghan, I should say it or not, but I really can't bear to see Dongmei being raised so carelessly by you.

"Tell me, how can a good thousand-mile horse be used for such dirty and physical work as pulling a cart? It is simply killing the horse's life, which is a great sin in the world."

"If it doesn't come, are you coming? Are you coming to pull me?"

Ouyang Rong looked unhappy.

"I think it seems quite unhappy. It's already fat and can keep fit by pulling a cart, but it's you, an old boy, who comes to harass it every day.

"You said you would feed it. Even though you fed it with the grass I bought and borrowed flowers to offer to the Buddha, you didn't have to pay a penny. But why are you touching its butt so randomly? If I were Dongmei, I would kick you too.

"I'm telling you, Yuan Huaimin, be careful. When I just came in, Dongmei was already very impatient with you. She has a straightforward temper and can't hide the look in her eyes when she wants to kick someone. If Rong Nvshi and I come here later,

A little bit, what you hit on the butt is no longer a human foot."

Yuan Huaimin still frowned and said:

"Brother Lianghan, what you said is wrong. Dongmei and I have been together for many days, and we have a deep relationship. Wushang has the sense of supporting him in return. How can it hurt me? How can it be willing to hurt me? I have said long ago that Dongmei is a kind person.

Ma, well, it’s a pity that I met a bad person..."

Seeing someone rolling up his sleeves, Yuan Huaimin immediately stopped and changed his words:

"Although Brother Lianghan bought all the horse materials, Brother Lianghan is a bit too stingy and not as generous as me. Dongmei must secretly remember my goodness.

"Besides, it's autumn now, so you have to let the horse eat more. This is called adding autumn fat, not a thin horse in winter. What the hell is weight loss and dieting? Brother Lianghan really thinks of it as a human being?"

Ouyang Rong nodded:

"I don't know if it's human. You're definitely not human anyway."

Yuan Huaimin looked serious:

"Brother Lianghan, listen to me. It is wrong to raise horses in this way. You have to raise autumn fat in autumn. Don't starve through the winter. This is cruelty to horses... I like to tell the truth."

Ouyang Rong had no expression on his face and walked to chase people away:

"If one day I see Yuan Sima lying straight on the ground in the stable, he will probably be soft all over, but his mouth will still be stiff."

Rong Zhen was a little curious as he listened to what the two living treasures in the stable said to each other.

Immediately after seeing Yuan Huaimin being kicked out, he took the green official jacket from Ali's hand and fled in confusion.

"Wait, stop."

Ouyang Rong walked out of the stable, patted the dust on his sleeves, and scolded him.

Yuan Huaimin's stress response honestly stopped.

But today, Yourong Zhen was standing by, seeming to feel humiliated and embarrassed. However, the next second, an oil paper package was thrown into his arms.
To be continued...