"Rong Nu Shi hasn't come on duty yet?"

"Um."

"Did she go to investigate the case and suddenly got a clue? She even asked me to come here this morning yesterday evening."

"I don't know what a humble job is."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Ouyang Rong let go of the familiar female historian who stopped him on the corridor, turned back and walked out of the Supervisory Yuan.

He stood in front of the steps, hugging his chest and looking up at the sky.

There was no sun this morning and the sky was overcast.

The dead branches and dead trees were swaying, and the rustling west wind blowing from the Xunyang River was like a broom sweeping away the last fallen leaves left in late autumn on the streets.

Looking at the sky, it looks like it's going to rain at any time.

In this cold wave since the beginning of winter, there have been two light rains one after another, with a break of two days, and today is likely to be the third one.

At the gate of the Supervisory Yuan, Ouyang Rong did not leave immediately. He turned around and walked to a familiar breakfast shop next to him, and ordered a bowl of hot vegetable porridge with two white flour buns.

The shop owner smiled while kneading the dough and asked him why the cold and pretty young lady who came with him before didn't come.

Ouyang Rong smiled but didn't answer, sitting upright and waiting for the meal.

This morning he was invited over for breakfast by Rong Zhen.

Well, it was the meal Rong Zhen said he owed last time.

This female historian still keeps her word.

However, Ouyang Rongcai... no, he followed his heart.

In particular, a buy-one-get-one-free “double yolk egg” offer a few days ago sounded the alarm.

So he came prepared and prepared for the Hongmen Banquet this morning.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and adjusted the cuff of his right hand.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at a bandaged palm exposed under his sleeve.

I could see that the palm of this hand seemed to have been scratched by a sharp object, and several rounds of bandages were wrapped around it. A faint hint of red could be seen on the palm of the hand through the white bandage.

After the hot porridge with green vegetables was delivered, Ouyang Rong had difficulty holding the bowl with his right hand, which was bandaging a new wound, so he could only use his left hand to drink the porridge slowly.

Soon, Ouyang Rong sat alone and finished his breakfast quite leisurely. Ouyang Rong stood up.

"Um, boss, put it on Rong Nushi's account, and she will pay it later together. Well, she will pay for this meal as agreed."

He told the shop owner seriously.

The latter was stunned for a moment.

"Oh, okay, young master, please go slowly."

Anyway, they are all regular customers who often come here to eat. The young man in front of me seems to be well-educated, polite and gentle. As for the female official named Rong, she should be working in the Supervisory Yuan next door. I often see her coming in and out, and she has a Jingzhao accent.

Although I don’t know the official position, I will not be short of money and default on my debts.

Ouyang Rong nodded, with satisfaction in his eyes, and turned to leave.

It would be best if you are not here. This meal will be regarded as a return of invitation and there is no need to return the favor.

What does it mean to compete with masters?

As a result, before the happy person took two steps, the smile on his face faded.

"Ouyang Lianghan?"

"Rong...Rong Nu Shi."

Rong Zhen rode alone through the streets and headed straight for the Overwatch Council, but when he caught sight of him, he immediately shouted.

She turned over and dismounted, blocking Ouyang Rong's path.

"Why don't you wait for me?" he asked with a frown.

"Looking at your absence..."

Ouyang Rong explained very honestly and glanced sideways at the orange sachet tied around her waist.

Rong Zhen turned his head, his curious eyes falling on the breakfast shop behind him.

Before Ouyang Rong could speak, the shop owner greeted him warmly:

"Good morning, Miss Rong, would you like a bowl of spicy soup? By the way, this young man just finished eating and said it will be charged to your account."

Ouyang Rong:......

Rong Zhen turned around and looked at Ouyang Rong.

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Ouyang Rong said seriously: "I see you didn't come..."

"Okay. Remember it."

Rong Zhen nodded to the shop owner and interrupted Ouyang Rong's words.

Looking back, she said seriously:

"I promised you a treat. I have something important to do today... If you don't treat me well this time, it doesn't count. I will make up for it next time."

Ouyang Rong swallowed back all his words.

He kept smiling: "Okay, okay."

Rong Zhen's eyes suddenly dropped and quickly focused on his right palm.

Ouyang Rong subconsciously hid his hand behind his back.

But she grabbed the cuff and pulled him out.

"What happened to your hand?"

Ouyang Rong looked embarrassed:

"Yesterday I was using a paper knife in the study room and accidentally tore the paper and scratched it with my hand. Oh, it's not convenient to hold the pen anymore, which is a bit annoying."

He complained quietly.

But I didn't expect this female historian to react surprisingly violently:

"You are so old, why are you still so careless? Isn't there a maid in the study? Do you still need to come to cut the paper?"

Rong Zhen's pretty face looked very worried, pointing an onion finger at his right palm that was wrapped like a carrot, and said in a stiff tone:

"Untie it and let me take a look."

Ouyang Rong was slightly stunned, "Huh?"

She grimaced: "I want you to untie it."

Ouyang Rong had no choice but to bow his head honestly, slowly untied the bandage on his palm, and muttered:

"It's really scratched, but you can't lie..."

The girl in palace clothes didn't make a sound.

"Have you checked..."

Ouyang Rong said, raised his head, and was startled. He found her in front of him, leaning forward, lowering his head, with a pair of smoky eyebrows that looked like a frown but not a frown. He carefully observed the injury on his palm...ignoring that he just complained a little bit.

Words of dissatisfaction.

"It was cut diagonally with a sharp weapon, and the injury was a bit deep. And why do you feel that you lost a lot of blood? Did you bandage it very late after the injury...Why are you so stupid, even cutting a piece of paper can hurt..."

While frowning and muttering to himself, Rong Zhen reached into his arms with his little hand, turned over his hand, took out something, and handed it over with his open palm.

"This is……"

Ouyang Rong asked curiously.

There was an emerald-green elixir lying in her white palm, with a faint fragrance of vegetation.

"Swallow it. This elixir is prepared in prison and comes from the Louguan Taoist sect. It can quickly heal injuries, replenish qi and blood, and treat both internal and external diseases..."

"Well, actually it only takes a few days to raise it. Isn't it too wasteful to swallow the pill?"

Ouyang Rong looked embarrassed.

"You are a scholar, and your right hand is important. It cannot affect your future writing."

She said with a surprisingly serious face.

"Okay, I owe you a favor..."

He nodded helplessly.

Rong Zhen didn't answer.

Under her supervisory gaze, Ouyang Rong tied up his long, pale and bloodless right palm with a cloth band again, borrowed a ladle of water from the breakfast shop owner, and swallowed the emerald green elixir.
To be continued...