"Whoosh" went out, followed Ouyang Rong and others, and walked away together.

In the hall, only Xie Xun, Xie Lingjiang and Xie Xue'e were left.

Xie Xun and Xie Xue'e looked at each other with helpless eyes.

Xie Lingjiang stood alone, his eyes lowered, and after a moment, he murmured:

"Why didn't father discuss the reward with his daughter?"

The sentence without beginning or end made Xie Xun's face change slightly.

The old father couldn't answer, but Xie's noble daughter's head had been buried deep in her chest for some time.

Xie Xun felt guilty, turned around and coughed twice.

Xie Xue'e stepped forward and gently patted the round shoulder of her frowning niece:

"What kind of anger does Huanwan have with a palace official? The more times this happens, the more generous you must be."

"Auntie, it was she who put on a bad face first and took the initiative to get in front of me and make me an eyesore." She widened her almond-shaped eyes slightly and puffed out her cheeks.

"Then you have to hold back, at least be gentle and tolerant towards him. You can express your dissatisfaction a little and let him coax you, but you must not always put on a bad face, men don't like it.

"You have to let him know that if you admit your mistake softly and coax him with your heart, he can be coaxed, and then you can talk about other things. Do you understand? All men fall for this trick..."

Xie Xue'e leaned against her reddish little ears and bit her ears to teach.

Xie Xun had already walked aside.

Xie Lingjiang muttered in a low voice: "Auntie, was I so cruel to him just now?"

"Um...it's okay. In fact, at times like this, you need to make a clear statement."

"Then he doesn't know what the female historian is thinking and why I'm angry, right?"

"I'm not sure, men all like to pretend to be confused, but some are really stupid, like a piece of wood... But the better the man is, the more women he will fight for. If there are no women to fight for, you should reflect on whether you have misjudged your lover.

." Xie Xue'e pointed out.

Xie Lingjiang lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then suddenly raised his head and asked curiously:

"My aunt taught me this way, is it the same with my uncle?"

Xie Xue'e didn't even raise her eyebrows: "He dares."

Xie Lingjiang:……

…

"Where to go?"

"Xunyang Grottoes, where else would we go? Do you really think that I have nothing to do and came here to find you?"

Ouyang Rong got on the carriage and asked casually. Rong Zhen, who was sitting in the carriage waiting, answered coldly.

Ouyang Rong nodded: "Well, that's true. Remember that Rong Nushi usually doesn't come to Prince Xunyang's Mansion unless necessary."

"As long as you know."

Rong Zhen opened the car curtain, glanced at Wang Caozhi who was following the convoy, frowned slightly, and then quickly let go.

Tonight the curfew is lifted, the Lantern Festival market is noisy and bustling, in Xingzifang, people are rubbing shoulders, horses and sedan chairs are vying for the road, and the motorcade is passing by non-stop, leisurely passing through the West City Gate and heading towards the Xunyang Grottoes.

Wang Caozhi and Pei Shisanniang rode in a carriage together.

Both carriages are somewhat similar, with a quiet atmosphere.

Rong Zhen didn't want to pay attention to him, and Ouyang Rong closed his eyes to rest.

Wang Caozhi stared at the night scene outside the car intently, without looking at the woman next to his brother-in-law.

Pei Shisanniang didn't look at him much.

We arrived at Xunyang Grottoes without saying anything.

The matter of Rong Zhen coming to Ouyang Rong is a difficult problem regarding the placement of the Buddha's head. Is it big or small?

Jiangzhou is located in the south and has a humid climate. The Buddha's head has always been placed in the wild and is prone to rust and moisture. It requires experienced people to advise on how to place it.

Ouyang Rong has gone deep into the grassroots level of Longcheng and is proficient in it.

Half an hour later, it was properly handled.

Ouyang Rong raised his head and looked at the night. The moon was in the middle of the sky, probably around nine or ten o'clock in the evening.

There should still be enough time.

"Isn't she still waiting?" He muttered, and immediately left, taking Wang Caozhi and Pei Sanniang back to Xunyang City.

Rong Zhen followed.

"Ms. Shi, what is this?"

"Go back and rest, on the way."

"All right."

Everyone returned and passed through the west city gate.

Ouyang Rong sent Pei Shisanniang away first.

Wang Caozhi originally went back to the palace on the same way, but was offended by the look in the female historian's eyes, so he took the initiative to resign and stayed away for the time being. The carriage hung far behind, which was within the range that the female historian could barely accept.

On Lantern Festival night, the streets were congested, so the two had to get off the carriage and walk through the lively streets.

The surroundings were filled with festive vendors selling goods and people with their whole families going out to enjoy the lanterns.

Halfway through, Ouyang Rong found that Rong Zhen had no intention of leaving at all.

"Why hasn't Rong Nu Shi left yet? Isn't that the way back to the Overwatch Council?"

"Why, chase me away?"

"No."

"I have changed my residence and have to go forward for a while. We are going the same way..."

"All right."

"Are you hungry?" Rong Zhen asked suddenly.

Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment and turned to look at her.

"What are you thinking about? I still owe you a meal. I'm too lazy to delay it any longer. I'll pay you back tonight. Come with me."

Rong Zhen moved forward without looking back, with an impatient tone as if he was tired of being stupid.

Only then did Ouyang Rong remember that he did indeed owe a meal, but he hadn't mentioned it for a long time and had forgotten about it... so he had to follow him honestly.

Unknowingly or not, Rong Zhen invited Ouyang Rong to eat dried rice balls. They each ordered a bowl and ate quietly under the fireworks. A certain female historian put down the bowl and went to pay.

The two of them left the restaurant together and walked out of the door. The evening breeze blew and their sleeves were flying.

"Long Ling——" The ice-white jade hairpin on Ouyang Rong's hair crown made a crisp sound. Rong Zhen didn't turn his head or squint. He walked forward for a while and suddenly said:

"If you insist on changing...it's not impossible."

"Ah, what to change?" Ouyang Rong looked confused.

The girl in palace clothes under the dim lamp seemed to be flushed. She took two steps forward quickly. She suddenly turned around and turned left towards a busy street lined with lanterns.

"Why are Rong Nu Shi going?"

Ouyang Rongqi asked.

She shook her head to him, and her tone was solemn:

"Go over and take a look. There are so many people around. Maybe an accident happened. Let's go over and take a look, just in case."

Ouyang Rong:......

He frowned and muttered: "How about we stop meddling in other people's business and go back early. The patrol officers will handle it."

"How did you become a parent official and turn a blind eye? What if there are rebels hiding and endangering public order? Come quickly."

Rong Zhen scolded him with a straight face and kept walking, insisting on pulling him in that direction.

Ouyang Rong looked from a distance, and there happened to be a food street where lions and dragons were dancing and people were enjoying lanterns. It seemed that many couples and their families had gathered...

"Why would the rebels run to a place like this when they have nothing to do..." He was confused.

"You are not a rebel, how can you know their thoughts?"

"..." That's right, it makes sense.

Ouyang Rong tried to ask: "Ms. Shi, are you talking about...the owner of Dielianhua who is suspected of being lustful, despicable and shameless?"

"Uh-huh."

Rong Zhen didn't look back and his steps were a little hasty. Ouyang Rong had no choice but to shut up and keep up...

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PS: I beg for a monthly ticket in the middle of the month! or2
Chapter completed!