"Elder brother, how is the situation?"

Ouyang Rong hung a goose-yellow sachet on his waist, entered the carriage and sat down. He turned to look at Xie Lingjiang, who looked at him curiously.

"Something's wrong."

"What's wrong?" she asked with concern.

At the same time, he glanced at the sachet on his waist and pursed his lips.

Ouyang Rong reached out and took off the piano case from her knees, put it back in the space under the desk and chair, took out the elixir box in her arms and put it in as well.

He lowered his head and said:

"About the tripod sword, the third son of Prince Wei told me, Rong Zhen, and Lin Cheng about the craftsmanship."

Xie Lingjiang asked: "Because of Rong Zhen, does he trust senior brother?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head:

"No, not the little white flower.

"There are only two possibilities for being so honest with each other. Treating each other as one of our own, or being targeted and having a purpose.

"Obviously, I'm not the former."

"What's that purpose?"

Ouyang Rong thought for a while:

"Testing."

"Test?"

"Well, regarding Wei Shaoxuan's matter, Prince Wei's Palace may still be a little suspicious of Prince Xunyang's Palace."

"What should we do?"

"If you don't do anything, don't move yet. Do whatever you have to do. Even if you are suspicious, what can you do to Prince Xunyang's Mansion now? The current Xunyang City is not the sole discretion of the Wei family.

"We don't want them to mess up the situation as soon as they come over. Let's carry out business as usual. That's how I will discuss things today. Say whatever you want."

"Understood, senior brother."

Xie Lingjiang asked again: "What about Rong Zhen and Lin Cheng? Are they members of the Wei family? Or are they targeted?"

Ouyang Rong thought for a long time, raised his head and said:

"Overturn the verdict.

"The Wei family wants to overturn the case. This should be one of the goals of Wei Shaoqi's trip. And Rong Zhen and Lin Cheng are the chief investigators of the case. The final investigation results can affect His Majesty's attitude.

"This is what the Wei family needs most right now."

After Xie Lingjiang listened, his eyes were thoughtful.

In the carriage, Ouyang Rong, who was sitting opposite Xie Lingjiang, changed his sitting position, lay down on the seat with his eyes closed, and at the same time took off the sachet and placed it between his eyebrows.

His nose seemed to be gently sniffing the aroma of soothing ambergris worth as much as gold.

Xie Lingjiang leaned forward and raised his hand to rub his forehead.

After lying there for a while, Ouyang Rong seemed to feel something, and grabbed her slightly bulging sleeves.

"What is this?"

"Letter. Uncle Li just sent someone to deliver it."

Xie Lingjiang took out a letter and handed it over.

"What letter?" Ouyang Rong took it curiously, opened it and took a closer look.

She explained:

"Sent from the Shangqing Sect, it belongs to Yuan Xuanzi."

"Yuan Xuanzi?"

Ouyang Rong muttered.

"Yes, it's Xiaoxuan's signature." Xie Lingjiang nodded: "It's addressed to her father, so you can pass it on."

"good."

Ouyang Rong took the bulging envelope and stuffed it into his sleeve.

At this time, the carriage that was about to arrive at Jiangzhou Hall was stopped.

"Tan Lang, this is Yan Canjun." The groom Ali turned around and whispered.

"Let him come up."

After Shaoqing and Yan Liulang got into the carriage, he leaned into Ouyang Rong's ear with a strange expression and said a few words.

Xie Lingjiang also heard a few words and looked sideways:

"Soup porridge?"

She nodded: "The last time I saw someone giving out charity porridge, it was those great philanthropists from the Liu family."

After Yan Liulang finished his report, he clasped his fists and left.

Ouyang Rong looked at his disappearing back and frowned slightly:

"Princess Anhui..."

…

"Mr. Changshi, Xiaoxuan wrote to say that things are going very well in Shangqing Sect, so we should not worry. She also folded some begonia flowers and sent them to her, saying that the Taoist temple over there is full of begonias.

.

"Xiao Xuan also said that there are few people in the Shangqing Sect Taoist temple on the top of the mountain, but everyone is very nice and friendly to her, except for a bad-tempered old Taoist priest who guards the door and burns incense in a temple on the top of the mountain...

"She also said that this hall with a poor janitor was full of memorial tablets. She had knelt down and worshiped here before. At that time, some uncles from Yuqing and Taiqing came to watch the ceremony and gave her some small gifts.

Gift.

"She said she was a little embarrassed, and quietly asked Senior Brother Yuan Yazi if it was important to give it back, and Yuan Yazi asked her to keep it..."

In a busy market in Xingzifang, there was a long queue of people queuing up to receive porridge and clothing. A bearded man and a young companion wearing a felt hat behind him chattered.

"By the way, Mr. Changshi, Xiaoxuan also said in her letter that she has finished reading all the books that Sister Xie gave her and is reading them for the second time. She wants to ask you if you have any other books to recommend..."

Ouyang Rong's eyes returned from a luxurious sedan next to the porridge shed at the front of the queue.

"good."

He raised his hand to press his felt hat, looked at Huang Feihong with expectant eyes, and smiled:

"I'll go back to the study to tidy up some things at night, and I'll go to the Xunyang Grottoes tomorrow and give them to you again."

"Thank you, Lord Changshi."

"Don't bother shouting. Just call me by my real name."

Huang Feihong scratched his head: "Let's call him Mr. Ouyang, I'm not used to calling him by his first name."

"also."

At this moment, the two lined up and arrived at the front of the line.

Ouyang Rong lowered his felt hat and turned back to get the porridge.

"Give."

A palm belonging to a woman was handed over. The palm was white and a little fleshy.

"Thank you female Bodhisattva."

"There are also clothes, don't forget...you eat more slowly..."

He and Huang Feihong, who had curious eyes, each received a bowl of hot porridge and some warm clothes at the busy porridge stall, then turned and left.

Before leaving, Ouyang Rong took a close look at the girl wearing a curtain hat and wearing a skirt in the porridge shed.

The latter was speaking softly and passing porridge and clothes to the people behind.

However, around the invisible girl in the skirt, there was a circle of Xianbei guards with a fierce temperament. Their eyes looked impatiently at the poor people queuing up to approach their young lady.

"Master Ouyang knows this female Bodhisattva? I heard that she is a noblewoman from the capital. She seems to be a favored princess of the clan. Recently, she often distributes porridge, rice and clothes here in Xingzifang."

"do not know."

"oh."

"We know each other now."

Huang Feihong was stunned, and then followed Ouyang Rong to look at the porridge shed. He murmured curiously:

"I'm covering my face, but I don't know if I look good or not. By the way, the young master is a long history officer. Have you ever seen what this princess looks like?"

"No, but even if she looks ordinary, she still has the temperament of a classy girl. She makes men feel comfortable when getting along with her."

"I think so too." Huang Feihong nodded and agreed seriously.

"She is indeed a kind girl."

Ouyang Rong moved his eyes and glanced at the flag hanging above the porridge shed.

He sighed softly:

"It's a pity that my surname is Wei."

…

It was late, and the moonlight was like water.

In a study room in Prince Xunyang's Mansion.
To be continued...