After hearing Ouyang Rong's reminder, the little girl in Confucian attire jumped up from the pillow.

She put her hands behind her back, walked around on the bed like a little adult, and then sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her short legs, resting her chin on her hands, and stayed alone for a while.

Miao Si suddenly complained:

"However, that person named Yuan, although he has great literary talent, is stingy. He usually writes poems and lyrics and so on. He does it secretly. I don't know why. He acts like a thief. Is it to prevent my fairy lady from stealing something?

?Hmph, so rude."

Ouyang Rong couldn't help laughing.

However, Shao Qing also showed a thoughtful look on his face...

Early the next morning.

Ouyang Rong first sent Miaosi to Prince Xunyang's Mansion.

The little ink spirit turned into a broken ink stick, which he stuffed into his sleeve and carried out, walking through the streets and alleys, and finally delivered it to Xie Lingjiang's boudoir.

Ouyang Rong planned to pick her back up in a few days.

Anyway, he has already made a red and black talisman as a guarantee, so he doesn't need her help for the time being.

Let's let this little ink master help the junior sister to break through the book first.

Regarding Ouyang Rong's rebellion and abandonment, Miaosi expressed strong protest and deep condemnation.

But when Ouyang Rong shook Qingfeng's sleeves and said that he would have as many Han Lei Mo sticks as he wanted at the palace and his junior sister's place, the little girl in Confucian attire quickly changed her face and smiled happily.

Compared to a certain poor and upright official, Miao Si's food at Xie Lingjiang's place was very nutritious and trustworthy.

After all, the junior sister herself is very persuasive.

Ouyang Rong nodded.

After leaving the palace, Ouyang Rong first called Liulang and asked him if there was any movement about Xuezhongzhu and the group of Yue girls.

Ouyang Rong had trouble sleeping and eating if he didn't find them or was sure they were out of the city.

Yan Liulang came to report, but in the end, of course, there was no news, and everything was calm at A Qing's side in Longcheng.

In the main hall, Ouyang Rong squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then slowly turned his head to look at the empty seat belonging to a certain Jiangzhou Sima.

A quarter of an hour later, Ouyang Rong got ready and went out again. He left the Jiangzhou lobby and went to Xingzifang.

Ouyang Rong once again came to the ruins of the old courtyard.

This hospital is in ruins, with neither people nor things.

Ouyang Rong wandered around the ruins, then turned to go to a temple called Chengtian Temple not far from here in a busy city.

In a side courtyard, he found Yuan Huaimin who had "asked for leave due to illness."

Last time in the old courtyard, Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen were right. Sima Yuanda did live near this courtyard.

"Uh, brother Huaimin, why are you sitting so high?"

"Obviously, enjoy the view."

"Why don't you go out of the city to enjoy the scenery?"

"No money, but I have a beautiful view in my courtyard."

"It seems that he is indeed seriously ill."

Ouyang Rong, who was standing at the door, chuckled and walked into the courtyard.

I saw that Yuan Huaimin did not stay quietly in the house, but climbed up a rockery in the pond in the courtyard. He looked into the distance with a stubble on his face.

Yuan Huaimin had several volumes of miscellaneous books in his hands, a pot of rice wine, and a bag of cakes wrapped in a handkerchief on his knees.

Ouyang Rong glanced at it, his expression as usual.

I knew this old boy was lazy and asked for leave.

A few days ago, under his supervision, Yuan Huaimin worked diligently to improve his salary. He must have secretly calculated it over the past two days and found that this month's salary was enough, so he immediately asked for leave and wasted no opportunity to ask for leave.

Seeing Ouyang Rong walking into the courtyard freely, he climbed up to look far away, with a face full of boos. Yuan Huaimin put down the wine bottle and sighed sadly:

"Brother Lianghan, why are you here?"

"Brother Huaimin asks for leave frequently. Well, isn't it because he is worried that the real guest will die in a foreign country? He came here to check on him, just in case, so that it can be convenient for collecting the body."

Ouyang Rong said seriously while rolling up his sleeves, quickly climbed up the rockery, walked to Yuan Huaimin and sat down.

"It's rare that Brother Lianghan takes such good care of you..."

When Yuan Huaimin heard this, his expression suddenly changed, but his speed was not slowed down at all, and he put away the bag of mung bean cake before Ouyang Rong came up.

At the same time, he lifted the wine pot and shook it. There was still a little rice wine in it, but he didn't hide it.

The corners of Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched slightly when he noticed his friend's little move with his peripheral vision.

If the guess is correct, this packet of mung bean cake was made by Ye Weilai himself. It was given to Yuan Huaimin when he went to the Huaiye Lane mansion to have a meal a few days ago.

Ouyang Rong pretended not to see it. After sitting down, he picked up the basic miscellaneous books Yuan Huaimin had and flipped through them. At the same time, his eyes followed Yuan Huaimin's gaze and looked at the lake in the distance.

"Brother Huaimin, what are you looking at?"

"nothing."

"There is no such thing as running around in a daze." Ouyang Rong nodded: "Well, he has the demeanor of a great poet."

Yuan Huaimin immediately smiled bitterly: "A great poet who can't write a poem in half a year?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "This is called accumulation but little success. If you don't make a sound, it will be a blockbuster."

Yuan Huaimin couldn't help but look at Ouyang Rong. After a while, he showed an embarrassed expression:

"Brother Lianghan still understands me."

Ouyang Rong suddenly pointed his index finger at a large lake in the distance outside the courtyard and asked;

"What kind of lake is this? It's a bit big."

The lake in front of us is located in Chengtian Temple, not far from the courtyard where Yuan Huaimin lived.

In other words, most of the wings and main halls of Chengtian Temple were built around this lake.

I saw that the water surface of this lake is calm, and the sparkling lake light reflected in the sun is like the scales of a giant dragon, which is really beautiful.

Especially in the center of the lake, there seems to be a raised stone foundation, and there happens to be a pavilion located in the middle of the lake.

"The lake is called Xingzi." Yuan Huaimin explained: "Speaking of which, the name of Xingzifang also comes from it."

"Oh? There's still this thing."

Yuan Huaimin said as follows:

"I heard from the locals that in ancient times, a star fell from the sky and hit this place, creating a crater. As a result, the lake was formed over time. In ancient times, the people of Xunyang lived by the water, gradually forming the current bustling city.

"Well, this must have happened a long time ago. According to local chronicles, in a certain dynasty, the 'Xingzi Stone' in the center of the lake was mined and sent to the capital as an auspicious gift. This is the old almanac.

"I don't know if there are any Xingzi stones in the lake at the moment, but this lake has become one of the ten scenic spots in Xunyang. Speaking of which, this Chengtian Temple can be regarded as located in the center of the old city of Xingzifang. It has a long history.

It’s full of the style of ancient temples in the south of the Yangtze River.”

Yuan Huaimin nodded and praised.

Ouyang Rong smiled and said:

"Brother Huaimin only pays so little for rent, but he can still rent such a good place with a lake and a view. It's really good."

After being exposed, Yuan Huaimin looked a little embarrassed.

There must be a reason why the rent in Chengtian Temple is so cheap. If they had spare money, who would live here and squeeze in with the bald donkeys?

But just brag and brag about yourself. Taking pleasure in hardship is also a kind of open-minded and cheerful ability, isn't it?

He was thick-skinned, quickly calmed down, and drank with his head raised leisurely.

"Brother Lianghan, do you want a bite?"

Ouyang Rong extended his hand unceremoniously, and Yuan Huaimin immediately grimaced:

"It's only one o'clock. I asked you politely just now, doesn't Brother Lianghan not drink this much?"

Ouyang Rong, who couldn't help but drink a thousand cups, ignored him, grabbed the wine bottle, took a sip, and then handed it back to him.

But the words in his mouth were not forgiving at all:

"When I first came in, I thought Yuan Sima was nostalgic for his friends Li Zhengyan, Du Shuqing and the others."

Yuan Huaimin paused while lifting the wine flask with his palm.

Under Ouyang Rong's gaze, he sighed:

"That's not the case. Everyone has his or her own destiny. I don't care about things over there."

"Oh? Yuan Sima also heard about it?"

"Well, the young monks who were preparing meals in the Zhaiyuan this morning were all talking about it. I heard that the battle on the front line seems to be unfavorable to Kuang Fu's army, and Hongzhou City was not defended."

Ouyang Rong looked calm, and Long Xiu touched a copy of the latest information in his sleeve.
To be continued...