No matter it is Lianhong or Honglian, it is useless to read it forward or backward.

Ouyang Rong coughed, gave up, and put away the sword case again.

A small purple-red seal was thrown on the palm of the hand.

He looked carefully.

Since it was a relic that Master Zhongma stayed by his side before he died, it should be important to him, or rather... important to Donglin Temple.

The reason is very simple. After the Mad Emperor's tripod sword was stolen, the swordsmiths on the west bank of Butterfly Creek were overwhelmed. The nearby Donglin Temple, the largest force of Qi practitioners, was also bloodbathed by the Mad Emperor's personal guards and cavalry. On the surface, Donglin Temple

All the Qi practitioners died, and the incense inheritance was cut off.

Master Zhongma still carries the Xinding Sword and hides in the underground palace.

It was impossible for him not to prepare for the worst in such a life-and-death matter.

So the things he brought into the underground palace were all important things, and the level had to be related to the Lotus Sect's orthodoxy. Just like when a fire comes, the first thing ordinary people take out must be the valuable things in their hearts.

"Red Lotus...Lian Sect...can't be a token of the leader of Lian Sect, right? It doesn't look like it, otherwise Master Shandao and the others would definitely recognize it, so why would they give it to me?"

After researching for a while, I still have no clue.

Ouyang Rong temporarily put away the small purple seal.

The carriage arrived at the Huaiye Lane mansion.

As soon as Ouyang Rong entered the door, he was told that a guest was coming.

He took the hot towel thoughtfully handed over by Ye Weilai at the door, wiped his face, and walked into the living room to take a look.

At the entrance, at the end of the two long rows of chairs in the living room, Rong Zhen and Wang Caozhi were sitting on each side, with tea in front of them.

Zhen Shuyuan sat next to her, accompanying the guests instead of her beloved nephew.

The beautiful woman with a mole at the corner of her mouth behaved dignifiedly. While raising a cup of tea, she would occasionally glance at the lady historian whom her beloved nephew often mentioned from the corner of her eyes.

Seeing Ouyang Rong walking in while wiping his face, Rong Zhen and Wang Caozhi looked at him.

Wang Caozhi stood up immediately, without even having time to put down the tea in his hand.

Rong Zhen is still sitting.

We haven't seen each other for many days, and the lady history is still the same. However, after the Lantern Festival, she changed back to her original white dress, but she still kept a mandarin duck emerald hairpin in her hair.

Zhen Shuyuan, who was also wearing a mandarin duck jade hairpin today, turned her head and glanced at the same style of hairpin on her head.

"Ouyang Lianghan, didn't you arrive in the morning? Why did you take so long to come back now? Where did you go just now? You are nowhere to be seen in the Jiangzhou lobby or the governor's office."

Rong Zhen, who didn't know how long he had been waiting, put down his tea cup and asked with a frown.

Ouyang Rong did not answer immediately and looked at each other.

"Tan Lang is back? The female historian and nephew Wang Xian came here in the morning. They have been waiting for a while. Why didn't you say something about Tan Lang's return? I still learned about you this morning from the mouth of the female historian and nephew Wang Xian.

arrive."

"Brother-in-law, are you looking for Sister Xie?" Wang Caozhi asked with a wink.

Rong Zhen turned his head and looked at Wang Caozhi opposite.

The latter seemed not to be seen.

"Rong Nu Shi has been waiting for a long time, but you are quite well informed."

Ouyang Rong walked in, found a seat close to him and sat down, and asked the two of them curiously:

"Rong Nu Shi, what happened to Cao Cao?"

Rong Zhen picked up the tea cup, lowered his eyes and blew on the already cold tea.

"Wang Caozhi wants to find you, so I'm here with you."

Wang Caozhi spread his hands:

"Well, brother-in-law, it seems that you still don't realize your current position. Jiangzhou City and thirteen counties are all carried on your shoulders. As soon as your boat arrives at the ferry, within half an hour, everyone in the city who should know

We all know it.”

"I can't bear it a little."

Ouyang Rong has a stern face.

Wang Caozhi rubbed his hands and put them forward.

"Brother-in-law..."

"Wang Caozhi."

Rong Zhen suddenly shouted.

"Um, what's the matter, Ms. Shi?" Wang Caozhi turned around in confusion.

"go out."

Rong Zhen spoke calmly.

"..."

Calling him back and forth like this would make other people blush.

Fortunately, Wang Caozhi is an old businessman and has a thick skin. After hearing the two words uttered by the female historian, his expression did not change much.

But his tone was a little sad:

"Rong Nu Shi, I still have something to do with my brother-in-law. Didn't you bring me here by the way? How could you let me out..."

Rong Zhen raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

In broad daylight, Wang Caozhi felt a chill and couldn't help but shiver.

Ouyang Rong saw this and glanced at Zhen Shuyuan.

"By the way, I suddenly remembered that I have something to ask Nephew Wang. Would it be nice for Nephew Wang to come out?"

Zhen Shuyuan stood up and greeted warmly.

"Okay, okay."

Wang Caozhi followed him out obediently.

Before Zhen Shuyuan left, she said to Ye Weilai:

"Give me a cup of tea, Lady Shi. It's already cold. You girls are so careless."

After saying that, the elegant and beautiful woman in the skirt smiled and said:

"Tanlang, Mr. Shi, please sit down. I will take the first step."

Zhen Shuyuan and Wang Caozhi went out together.

Ye Weila stepped forward to pour tea, but found that the teacup in Rong Zhen's hand was seven-tenths full, which meant that he had not even taken a sip.

But just now when Ye Weilai was standing aside waiting, she kept seeing Rong Zhen holding this cup of tea and pretending to drink it.

Actually, you didn’t even take a sip?

The white-haired girl couldn't help but look at the cold girl in palace clothes in front of her who seemed to be about the same age as her.

"What do you have to say, Lady Shi?"

Not noticing the little abnormality on Ye Weilai's side, Ouyang Rong smiled and asked Rong Zhen.

"Why don't your boat disembark at Xunyang Grottoes? Take an extra mile to Xunyang Ferry."

"Um, is there any difference between returning to the city first and going to the grotto first?"

"Yes, it means that your thoughts at that time were in the city, not with the Buddha."

Ouyang Rong said seriously: "Actually, I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and was hungry. I wanted to go to the breakfast shop in Dongshi for a meal at dawn."

"Huh, that's the best." Rong Zhen snorted lightly, turned around and said seriously;

"It's not safe outside recently, and it may be the same in the city. I am opposed to your going out this time."

"How to say?"

"Yesterday, while you were away, our people caught the details of a group of rebels."

Ouyang Rong listened for a while and couldn't help but look sideways:

"A detailed plan to counter the thieves?"

"Well, your mouth is quite strong. Senior Song accidentally killed two of them, and there are two more who are on trial. I don't know if I can pry open my mouth."

"Well, no wonder Rong Nu Shi is so cautious today."

Ouyang Rong sighed.

"Otherwise, what else can I have to talk to you about privately?"

"That makes sense."

At this time, Rong Zhen turned his head and warned with a serious face:
To be continued...