"Ouyang Lianghan, haven't I heard that you are not good at poetry?"

"That's right. You're stupid."

"What does being stupid have to do with this?"

"It's okay, let's just say... Rong Nushi, they are playing Fei Hua Ling, why don't you go over and pick it up?"

"A bunch of drunkards, we won't go."

"It's impossible to say that the owner of Dielianhua is inside."

"Let's go and have a look. If it doesn't work, help me pick her up."

"I've already told you that I'm stupid..."

In Xunyang City, in Xingzifang, in the courtyard of a mansion that occupies a large area.

A poetry meeting was being held, and there were all kinds of literati and arty wealthy businessmen at the table.

On the stage of the small bridge and rockery landscape built in the center of the courtyard, there is a group of graceful dancers dancing in lotus steps.

In the corner of the audience, Ouyang Rong, dressed as an ordinary guest, was quite low-key and looked on with cold eyes at the audience, as well as the literary talents among them.

Rong Zhenzao is a futou, dressed in ordinary men's clothing.

Ouyang Rong also dressed in a low-key style, wearing a soap suit and a futou.

The two of them stood on the edge of the group of literati playing Feihua Ling, looking at each other coldly.

Perhaps it was because Rong Zhen was pretending to be a man and had a cold expression on her face that she owed money, but from the beginning to the end, no one was cheering or interacting with the two of them.

Rong Zhen turned his head and glanced at Ouyang Rong, who was seriously watching the lively drinking.

In the evening, she found Ouyang Rong and told him about Lin Cheng. At the same time, she also revealed that she had often visited similar extravagant and boring poetry fairs recently, looking for the owner of the Dielian Flower.

Unexpectedly, Ouyang Rong, who had always been uninterested in this matter, also came over and swore to himself that this was what Jiangzhou Sima should do.

Half-heartedly, I brought him here.

But the premise is that it cannot affect her work, and Ouyang Rong agreed.

At this moment, Rong Zhen already regretted bringing him here.

"Have you seen enough?"

Rong Zhen asked expressionlessly.

Ouyang Rong looked with great interest at the few literati who had received Feihua Ling. He couldn't bear to take his eyes back and said:

"Shh, don't make any noise...Okay, that's right!"

He suddenly followed the crowd in front of him and applauded, cheering for several talented people.

Rong Zhen turned around and left.

Ouyang Rong, who was applauding vigorously, seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. The next second he turned around immediately, chasing Rong Zhen, and switched back to the "Female Historian's little follower" mode.

"Why are you leaving so quickly? They haven't finished fighting yet..."

"Can you see Wenqi?"

Rong Zhen turned around and asked angrily.

"Uh, no."

"Then what are you looking at?"

Rong Zhen frowned and said in a cold tone:

"I'm here to look for traces of the thief. The Flying Flower Order is boring. I looked at it and found that there is no corresponding politeness. Why are you staying here if you don't leave? Are you staying for dinner?"

Ouyang Rong smiled.

Say it with your mouth.

Rong Zhen looked up and down at Ouyang Rong's attire for a relaxed and low-key trip tonight.

"You have changed." She suddenly said.

"What has changed?"

"Why are you interested in these arty poetry societies?"

"What's so arty? Why can't I be elegant?"

Rong Zhen had a straight face and stretched out his ruthless hand:

"Then you can compose a poem for me to read. Literary verses don't count. It's not arty. You should be better than me."

Ouyang Rong glanced at her narrowed eyes and white hands, and said seriously:

"I can't do it. I'm afraid of doing it. Rong Nvshi will feel tormented when she finds out that I'm the owner of Dielianhua."

Rong Zhen snorted coldly:

"I'm so tormented inside. Just do it. It'll be okay. The owner of Dielianhua is the owner of Dielianhua. I will chop you to death with one palm. If I burn the poems to you, it will be regarded as the most benevolent thing."

Ouyang Rong smiled.

Rong Zhen shook his head and stopped joking.

After staring at Ouyang Rong who was looking around at the poetry gathering for a while, he asked coldly:

"Weren't you not interested in these things before? Why are you suddenly so motivated today? Are you like Yuan Huaimin who used to be the Sima of Jiangzhou?"

Ouyang Rong first ran to grab a fruit plate from the maid's hand. While eating the fruit, he handed it to Rong Zhen and said vaguely:

"Laugh at Brother Huaimin, understand Brother Huaimin, become Brother Huaimin, and surpass Brother Huaimin."

Rong Zhen didn't smile, looked at him and said:

"It seems that this time you refused to be demoted and the Xingzifang statue was really affected a lot.

"In the past... I always felt that you behaved like an incomparably sharp sword. You would rather break than give in. You would strike at anything you encountered and move forward without hesitation... You are cool and unrestrained, but you feel quite calm and boring.

"Look now... Ouyang Lianghan, it turns out that you are also a human being, and you are also depressed. When you try to cheer up and find comfort, you are more flesh and blood. Well, it is quite interesting."

There seemed to be a slight fluctuation in the cold voice, but it was hidden.

When Ouyang Rong heard this, he immediately patted his chest and swallowed the pulp, waved his hands and said with a bitter smile:

"Don't sympathize with me. Rong Nushi can't do this trick of overflowing maternal sympathy. I'm not as miserable as you said. It's just that I have nothing to do now, and Lin Cheng has come to you and wants you to test me.

, At the same time, I also want you to keep an eye on me, Rong Nu Shi, what else do you think I can do? Continue to interfere in the affairs of Jiangzhou Hall, exceed my authority and obstruct?

"In less than half a month, His Majesty in Luoyang will be able to see your name on the imperial record again."

Ouyang Rong shook his head.

"Motherhood? Overflowing sympathy? What does this word mean? You say I am your mother?" Rong Zhen asked confused.

Ouyang Rong didn't answer.

Rong Zhen immediately put on a serious face and corrected:

"I am not helping Lin Cheng, and he is not qualified to order me. I have no intention of supervising you."

"I know, I know."

Ouyang Rong smiled and nodded.

Rong Zhen was silent for a while, "But I understand his little thoughts."

She reached out, took the fruit plate, took a small bite, and then said:

"However, you are also very cooperative with me and do not cause me any difficulties."

Ouyang Rong wanted to say a few words of courtesy.

Rong Zhen immediately changed the topic:

"There's something."

"speak."

"I have inquired that Yuan Huaimin used to live in Luoyang, Chang'an, and was well-known for his poetry and articles in the literary world of the Zhou Dynasty. Later, he experienced a certain turmoil and was demoted to Xunyang City, but his poems were no longer seen. Why?"

"You don't want to do it. Do you still doubt him? Didn't Lin Cheng ask Brother Huaimin for a set of calligraphy last time?"

"It's true that there is a calligraphy treasure, but with just one painting and some prompts, it is difficult to show the literary style. If you are a master, it is easy to disguise... The owner of Dielianhua has not been found for a long time. I don't rule out whether he was tricked into it.

Yes, I suspect that this thief may also have some cover-up methods, and his literary talent is not so easy to leak..."

"So what does Lady Shi mean?"

"Currently Liu Zilin is the primary suspect, but we have to prevent it from being dark under the lamp. After much thought, I need to investigate Yuan Huaimin again. I have to find a way to get a poem and article written by Yuan Huaimin himself.

…”

Rong Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly and asked: "By the way, Ouyang Lianghan, do you have the poetry manuscript he gave me?"

"No. There used to be a painting of a beautiful lady that he carried on the umbrella, but then the umbrella was lost." He said truthfully.

"Okay, then I have to come..." The cold and cold girl in palace attire muttered to herself.
To be continued...