"Ouyang Changshi is optimistic."

Seeing the smile on Ouyang Rong's face, Rong Zhen, who was seriously injured and lying on the bed, was a little dazed in his eyes and murmured something.

"Actually, it's okay for people to be fine. The most precious thing about life is to keep the green hills alive so you don't have to worry about running out of firewood."

"Is the person okay?"

"Well, the official is saying that the friends and relatives I know are fine, but as for the ones I don't know, I can only feel a little sorry."

Ouyang Rong explained, as if he saw Rong Zhen's dejected expression, he paused and said in an apologetic tone:

"Sorry, I have mentioned the sad story of the female historian. Yan Zhang, the male historian, and Lian Qing, the female historian, were colleagues of the female historian in Sitianjian. It is indeed a pity that they were killed this time. The subordinates stayed out of the matter and did not have much empathy. They should not make sarcastic remarks.

."

"nothing."

Rong Zhen shook his head, holding medicine in both hands, his pretty face pale and without any blood.

Coupled with the already thin figure of a girl, wearing a plain white lining, she looks like a widow or a filial daughter wearing a white mourning dress. She looks so charming and charming, I felt pity for her.

Ouyang Rong also took another look.

She lowered her eyes and stared at the medicine bowl with the black soup sloshing in it. She was in a daze for a while and then suddenly asked:

"Ouyang Changshi said that as long as he and his friends are fine, this also...includes me?"

Ouyang Rong was stunned, as if he didn't expect that Rong Zhennvshi, who was always cold and cold, would ask such a question, and he was a little hesitant.

Rong Zhen suddenly spoke harshly: "Tell the truth."

Ouyang Rong immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at rice:

"Yes, including the female historian. After all, we have worked together for so long, and there is a sense of collegiality. Don't blame me, the female historian. I don't mean to disrespect you."

When Rong Zhen heard this, he changed the subject and asked with raised eyebrows:

"In Huang Xuan's courtyard, are there really only three of us alive? Where are the others? None of them are alive? Are all the bodies there?"

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but take a closer look at the cold and cold girl with a concerned look on her face, as if she was a little curious as to why the channel switching was so smooth.

Being stared at by him, Rong Zhen looked away slightly.

Rong Zhen actually didn't know why he suddenly became stern and stern just now. He clearly didn't mean to scare him. He was just talking and unconsciously brought in the attitude he used when doing business in public. See

He was dissatisfied with his slowness and wanted to hurry.

But now it is not a public place for business, it is just a private ward, and just now Ouyang Lianghan was concerned about her condition, and even came over to give her medicine even though he was sick himself, especially when he said something about being a friend.

Rong Zhen felt a little embarrassed because of the unprovoked violence, but still remained silent...

Fortunately, at this time, Ouyang Rong seemed not to care and had already spoken, alleviating her embarrassment:

"Well, most of them have been found, but there are two bodies missing."

"Which two people?"

"Huang Xuan, and the little Mo Jing named Miao Si, the Judicial Cao's people came to visit in the morning, and the official asked about it. Their bodies were not found in the ruins of the courtyard in Xingzifang, and there was no trace of them around.

I don’t know if he is still alive or where he has gone.”

Ouyang Rong shook his head and sighed.

Rong Zhen, who was leaning against the bed, straightened up and his starry eyes narrowed slightly.

"Be careful, don't spill the medicine on your clothes...the quilt is on."

Ouyang Rong glanced and reminded.

If it were a junior sister, he would definitely say, don't spill it on your clothes, but if Rong Zhen is... he should be more concerned about the bedding underneath.

In fact, it's normal. Junior sister is special. She eats and misses food and it easily falls on her chest...

How did Rong Zhen know the art and exquisiteness of someone's speech? He frowned and asked:

"Ouyang Changshi Kezhi, what happened that day?"

"Well, I also heard what people from Judiciary Cao said later. They said that when they rushed over, they saw a group of sword-wielding women wearing ancient Wu-style skirts from a distance. When they arrived, they had already finished. These people

All gone."

Hearing this, Rong Zhen took a sip of the medicine, lowered his eyes and said to himself:

"The snow-white sword energy in the yard at that time was a bit like a woman's sword energy, wearing an ancient Wu Feng dress... Could it be the Yue female swordsman from Yunmeng Jianze?

"But why did you have a fight with the owner of Dielianhua?

"Then Master Die Lianhua didn't kill me. Could it be that he was delayed by the group of Yue girls and forgot to be cruel? Or maybe he thought that Yue girls were invited by me and wanted to use them as hostages, but later forgot about them during the fight...

…”

She nodded slowly, with a thoughtful expression on her face:

"Huang Xuan and the little Mo Jing are also missing. Could it be that they were taken away by Yunmengyue girls, and they also discovered Huang Xuan's talent and spiritual eyes...

"Indeed, this little girl was born in Jiangzhou, which belongs to the land of Wuyue, and is considered the sphere of influence of Yunmeng Jianze.

"But it is also possible that he was taken away by the owner of Die Lianhua, and the little Mo Jing was also taken away. It is very likely that he knew the owner of Die Lianhua, so he lied to me at the beginning, and did not find similar styles. Later, he set up the formation midway

He ran away and refused to give an account of his life or death.

"I just don't know if Huang Xuan knows about this, and whether Xiao Mo Jing has told her that the two of them had a quarrel. It seems like they don't get along, but it's not necessarily..."

"Ms. Female Historian's analysis makes sense."

Ouyang Rong immediately interrupted with a somewhat unhappy tone:

"This little Mo Jing named Si Si is probably the traitor. The owner of the Dielianhua came to visit her. Maybe she was the one who tipped off the news and came to save her. Alas, it is in vain that Mr. Shi trusts her so much."

Rong Zhen shook his head:

"At that time, I didn't really believe in this nonsense-talking Mo Jing, but I didn't expect that she would be so dishonest and have an affair with the owner of Die Lianhua.

"But looking at the master of Dielianhua's peerless literary talent and rich literary spirit, it is normal for Xiao Mo Jing to have contact with him. Maybe he was an acquaintance before. I really didn't expect it. This palace made a mistake..."

Ouyang Rong followed her and sighed softly, with a regretful look on his face.

Rong Zhen couldn't help but look at Ouyang Rong's dress in front of him.

He was also wearing a white t-shirt worn by patients. He had just gotten up from next door, but his forehead was wrapped in a circle of cloth. On his right forehead, there was a blood stain the size of a baby's fist seeping through the white cloth.

At the same time, there was a dagger stab wound on his right chest, which was wrapped in a bandage. It should have been left by Huang Xuan, who suddenly changed his face that day.

It looks a little miserable.

However, compared to her still weak breath, lying on the bed and drinking medicine, she seemed much more energetic. I don't know if it was because the man's body was more resistant to beatings.

But speaking of it, it was a fluke that the three of them survived this time.

Rong Zhen couldn't help but feel some sympathy for each other, and by the way, he also felt that someone was a little more pleasing to the eye.

The air was silent for a while.

In front of the hospital bed, Rong Zhen's tone was a little low:

"It was me who implicated Chang Shi and nearly wiped out Si Tianjian's main force in Jiangzhou..."

"It's okay, it's okay. Aren't you okay now? It's your responsibility too. Do your best. As I said, just be okay."

Rong Zhen saw the handsome young man waving his hands carelessly and suddenly stood up. This optimistic figure ran to open the window of the room for some fresh air.

The window was pushed open, and the near-noon sunlight passed through the bare treetops and fell on the window sill. Some tiny golden beams fell on the quilt of her bed.

The sun suddenly entered the room, making the light much brighter, but it was so harsh that Rong Zhen squinted his eyes slightly.

After getting used to the midday sun, she stared at the tiny specks of dust reflected in the sunlight above the quilt, her face a little lost in thought.

"Are you hungry? Do you want to go get some food for Lady Shi?"

Ouyang Rong by the window turned around and asked.

Rong Zhen glanced at his concerned expression on his companions and pursed his lips:

"No need... are your injuries okay? At that time, I thought you were killed and was silenced by the owner of Die Lianhua at the door."

"Well, not really, but..."

Ouyang Rong rubbed his waist, gritted his teeth and inhaled:

"This thief is really hateful. He knows how to sneak attack and kick people. If he hadn't been careless at the time and didn't dodge, the official would have captured him. Well, don't believe it, Ms. Shi. Looking at the official with this look, well, at least he must have been there a few times at that time.

This move can buy some reaction time for the guys in the yard..."

Rong Zhen ignored these big words and shook his head.

However, speaking of it, if she had heard the man in front of her say such grand words and big words before, she would definitely have shown disdain and despised him.

But now, looking at Ouyang Rong who was muttering indignantly, she didn't feel much disgust in her heart. Maybe it was because she was familiar with him... She thought to herself.

Rong Zhen glanced at Ouyang Rong's waist, his eyes slightly apologetic, as if he was worried about something.

Ouyang Rong immediately shook his head and said righteously:

"Xiaguan's waist is fine, it's just... it's just a little sore. He'll still be a good man when he comes back to it. Ms. Shi doesn't need to worry about those aspects."
To be continued...