Ouyang Rong raised his head and drank, listening to Feihua Ling not far away without commenting.

…

Late at night, the poems will disperse.

Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen separated.

Because of the curfew, I cannot return to Xunyangfang.

Ouyang Rong, who was planning to stay at the inn, suddenly turned around and walked towards Chengtian Temple.

Arriving at Chengtian Temple and outside Yuanhuai Minzhai Courtyard, Ouyang Rong knocked on the door without saying a word.

"Who are you, who doesn't sleep at night?"

Yuan Huaimin, with disheveled hair similar to that of a female ghost and sleepy eyes with deep bags under his eyes, opened the courtyard door in confusion and dissatisfaction.

"Brother Lianghan? What time is it? Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

He looked up at the sky and complained.

Ouyang Rong nodded in relief: "Huai Min is not asleep either."

After saying this, he walked past Yuan Huaimin and walked into the courtyard.

"...??"

Yuan Huaimin had a look of resentment on his face: "Liang Han said this, won't his conscience feel a little painful?"

Ouyang Rong showed no guilt on his face. He walked around the yard first, then took two bottles of wine with his friends and ran to the nearby Xingzi Lake to enjoy the night view.

Yuan Huaimin had a good temper. After all, he had wine and was diverted, and his anger quickly disappeared. Ouyang Rong was like a scumbag.

The two of them had a little drink together.

After a while of tossing, Ouyang Rong seemed to be sleepy, so he put his hands on his sleeves, got directly into the master bedroom, occupied the bed, and fell asleep.

The drunken Yuan Huaimin was stunned for a moment, looking at the back of Ouyang Rong who had been dragging him out for most of the day and then turned his back on the guests. He cursed and turned around and went to the study to spend the night.

Just as he passed the desk, he suddenly stopped and walked around in front of the desk.

Yuan Huaimin looked dazed, patted his forehead, took out a booklet, and wrote while muttering.

"It's a disservice to my friend, it's a disservice to my friend to let you say that I haven't slept either..."

Overnight, sleepiness came over me, I threw away the pen and paper, and fell asleep.

Early the next morning.

Yuan Huaimin got up in a hurry and rushed to the Jiangzhou lobby for duty.

Ouyang Rong was more leisurely, sleeping until early in the morning, and then slowly left Chengtian Temple where he was drunk last night.

Arriving at the Jiangzhou lobby, everyone saw Ouyang Rong, who had arrived late and left early for the first time for the first time, with a surprised expression on his face as if he had seen a ghost. Many people rubbed their eyes hard.

Yuan Huaimin came on duty on time? But Ouyang Lianghan was late? Are you sure there is no mistake?

What is against Tiangang?

Seeing Ouyang Rong leisurely sitting down in the seat opposite, Yuan Huaimin, who was hurriedly handling official duties and taking a break to wipe his sweat, suddenly felt inexplicably sad, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

It's like having something dear and dear to you taken away.

But the most damning thing is that he was going to oversleep today. It was Ouyang Rong who woke up reflexively after he arrived. He first shook Yuan Huaimin awake, and then waited for him to go out in a hurry and charge to the death line. Ouyang Rong fell over

I went back to sleep alone...

Before Yuan Huaimin could feel sad about spring and autumn, a cold and cold girl in palace clothes suddenly came to the door.

Behind her was a large group of female officials, who seemed to be coming with bad intentions.

All the officials looked sideways.

"Master Female History?" Yuan Huaimin was confused.

"Yuan Huaimin, come with me. Let's go to the side hall next door."

"Ah. Oh oh oh."

Yuan Huaimin was very honest and hurried to follow.

Behind him in the main hall, Ouyang Rong lowered his head to eat sesame cakes without raising his eyelids. At a certain moment, after finishing the sesame cakes, he reached into his sleeve and touched a small and honest ink stick in his sleeve...

…

Half an hour later, at a table in the side hall, Rong Zhen, who had arrived aggressively today, looked strange.

She was holding a pamphlet in her hand. Across the table, Yuan Huaimin was scratching his head and waiting.

The female officials and officials around them were looking at them curiously.

On the desk between the two of them, there is a newly written short essay.

Yuan Huaimin vaguely remembered that he had written it casually last night. When Rong Zhen had just asked for it on official business, he was forced to take it out and rewrite it in front of the female historian.

The surrounding melon-eating people came forward to watch and marveled.

"Remember the night tour of Chengtian Temple?"

A middle-aged official was curious and said softly on behalf of everyone who was immersed in browsing:

"...I undressed and was about to fall asleep. When the moonlight came into my house, I started walking happily. Those who think about nothingness are happy...Liang Han was not asleep yet, so we walked together in the courtyard...The courtyard was empty and clear like accumulated water, with algae and waterlilies in the water.

Crossing each other, they are covered with shadows of bamboo and cypress... What night is without moon? Where is there no bamboo and cypress? But there are few idle people like the two of us..."

Rong Zhen pursed her lips, she was more concerned about the fact that it was not the owner of Die Lianhua.

But what impressed the surrounding officials... was the power of this article. The more they thought about it, the more interesting it became.

"Hey, what a 'but there are few idle people like me and my ears'..."

"I think the sentence 'Liang Han is not sleeping yet, we met walking in the atrium' is more interesting. Haha, now I know that Yuan Changshi and Ouyang Sima have a close personal relationship. They can come to chat in the middle of the night without having their shoes thrown at them.

…”

"That's right, this Wen Yuan Chang Shi is truly a gifted poet, with a wonderful hand..."

Rong Zhen looked expressionless and returned the pamphlet, thus eliminating Yuan Huaimin's suspicion.

However, when she heard someone's name appearing in the article, she frowned slightly and looked at Ouyang Rong, who was eating melon not far away.

The latter looked at her innocently and shrugged his shoulders, as if he had not expected that he had made soy sauce in Yuan Huaimin's article.

Not long after, as Rong Zhen's suspicion about Yuan Huaimin was eliminated, the big disturbance in the morning spread quickly.

Yuan Huaimin's song "Night Tour of Chengtian Temple" quietly spread throughout the romantic places of Xunyang City.

In the next few days, not only was it a romantic place, but many scholars and literati in Xunyang City spontaneously circulated it, and the manuscript became popular in the streets and alleys, as well as in teahouses and bookstores.

Even the momentum of fermentation seems to be not limited to Xunyang City in Jiangzhou, but is rapidly spreading to the entire Shilin in the south of the Yangtze River.

Comments from people in the literary world who are very famous and live in Kuanglu:

Although this short article only has eighty-four words, at first glance, it seems that it is straightforward and very plain, more like writing down a running account. But the more prosaic a small article is, the more it can be told in a eloquent way, like flowing clouds and flowing water, it is also

The more it reflects the author's skill, the profound meaning in the plainness makes people want to put it down, and the more interesting it is, the more it is read... The evaluation received a round of applause and approval.

In addition, a certain sentence in this essay is also deeply topical.

It involves a certain popular figure in the official circles of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

It is exactly the joke of "Good Han is not sleeping yet".

In addition, the news about Jiangzhou Sima Ouyang Lianghan's unprecedented late arrival and early departure has spread.

At the same time, some people saw him appearing in some poetry gatherings one after another...

For a time, everyone was talking about Ouyang Lianghan's attitude towards him after he resisted the edict and was demoted. It became a hot topic that was as popular as "Night Tour at Chengtian Temple", or even exceeded it.

Yang Lianghan, who refuses to obey the imperial edict, is going to start traveling around the mountains and rivers, expressing his love for the mountains and rivers, and is he going to show off?

However, there were not many voices of contempt in the Jiangzhou public opinion field. Instead, many colleagues who were also demoted to Xunyangcheng showed some sympathy for each other.

This move aroused the sympathy of most people.

You see, an outspoken minister who dared to remonstrate was forced to look like this.

However, this can be regarded as a Confucian tradition. When you are successful, you should enter the world with some actions.

There was nothing to blame, and many frustrated scholars were aggrieved on his behalf, feeling indignant that treacherous ministers were in charge and the government was neglected.

At the same time, by the way, most of the people's doubts about the series of abnormal events in the history of Ouyang Lianghan's resignation as the commander of the Chinese Army Battalion have been eliminated.

What other effects are there besides that?

Maybe from now on, the people of Zhou Dynasty, well, and many people in the future will know that someone did not go to bed on a certain day and night in a certain year, a certain month.

Is it also considered a different kind of leaving a name?
Chapter completed!