No, gentlemen also guard against

Chapter 759 It’s all the purple bellyband’s fault!

It’s just like when naming a boy, “don’t include the character ‘天’ in it, and don’t include the character ‘仙’ in it”.

Throughout the dynasties, the word "immortal" could not be added to the titles of princesses and princesses at will.

But right now.

The True Immortal Princess.

After hearing these four words, Ouyang Rong's first focus was on the word "xian".

The title "True Immortal" is too grand! Ordinary princesses with poor fates cannot suppress it. It is more appropriate to use titles such as "Changning", "Shou'an" and "Yongping", which are gentle and graceful.

To dare to take the title of "True Immortal", this princess must have either become a nun to cultivate Taoism and seek immortality, or have some other explanation, and at the same time, she must be doted on and favored! Because the expectations placed on her by the royal family, like the title, are not about peace and happiness, but about becoming a glorious immortal.

Ouyang Rong felt a little dry in the mouth.

At this moment, on the high platform, he was being stared at by Rong Zhen... no, by Wei Rong.

After she finished saying that with her little face tilted up, her eyes were sparkling, her eyes were bright, her eyelashes were long and trembling slightly, and she stared at him for a while.

"Now you know the deepest selfishness in my heart, Ouyang Lianghan, do you feel a little happy?"

Ouyang Rong looked away.

"No."

The girl in palace dress took a deep breath and spoke again, suppressing her crying voice and forcing a smile:
"No, you do have selfish motives. Haha, it turns out she also has selfish motives, just like she secretly kept a child bride. So she has no right to say anything about you, right?"

She tried to imitate Ouyang Rong's tone of voice, but Ouyang Rong immediately denied it:
"Absolutely not, True Immortal Princess..."

"Don't call me Zhenxian Princess, and don't call me by my last name, Wei!" Rong Zhen suddenly interrupted him, and said excitedly, "I don't like these titles, I haven't liked them since the first day I got them. I want you to call me by my original name, Rong Zhen, like you did just now outside the bamboo forest, and don't add the title of female historian."

Under Rong Zhen's extremely bold gaze, Ouyang Rong was silent for a while, then spoke:
"Rong Zhen, what is your relationship with Wei Jisi and Wei Sixing?"

"Cousins."

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but frown: "Cousins? Are you of the same generation?"

"Ah."

"Then your age is not..."

"What are you thinking? I am younger than you. My mother gave birth to me very late. She is the youngest among my brothers and sisters. She is the daughter of my grandfather who was born in his old age... I just entered the Golden Boy and Jade Girl realm of the Yin-Yang family's Taoism early, so I can maintain my youth and shape. I am not an old maid."

He was stunned for a moment and said, "I didn't think so. That's not what I meant. I just didn't expect that you have such a high seniority in the Wei family. Then Princess Anhui and the Third Master Wei before that, won't they call you cousin?"

"That's right in theory, but I don't like them calling me by my seniority, and I don't like dealing with them. I usually stay in the palace."

"Legal?"

"Yes, my mother and Wei Jisi and Wei Sixing's father are half-siblings."

"Wait, doesn't that mean your mother and the current saint are also..."

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but look up and hesitated in his words.

Prince of Wei, Wei Jisi, and Prince of Liang, Wei Sixing, were cousins ​​and both were nephews of the sage of the time.

Their father was the two elder brothers of the current saint, but they both passed away early, leaving only the two brothers. As the male heads of the family, they are considered the second-generation heirs of the Wei family.

Ouyang Rong was a little silent.

Rong Zhen sniffed:
"My mother is the saint's sister. She passed away when I was eight years old. The saint, perhaps out of guilt and compensation, took me back to the palace and raised me by his side..."

Ouyang Rong listened carefully and finally understood.

The saint of the time had two elder brothers, an older sister and a younger sister.

The first two brothers are half brothers.

The older sister and the younger sister are siblings with the same father and mother.

There are subtle differences in the closeness and distance between them.

From the perspective of the saint of the time, he is obviously closer to these two sisters.

When you see Rong Zhen being brought back to the palace and raised by the saint personally, you will know that she is the only daughter of the saint's sister.

If she was a male, her status in the Wei family would at least be as good as that of the King of Wei and the King of Liang, and she would probably replace them and become the second-generation heir of the Wei family.

After all, the saint of the time is a female emperor. What is the difference between the son of a sister and the son of an elder brother in terms of closeness?

Therefore, although Rong Zhen was a woman, her status in the current Wei family was very special. She was of the same generation as Wei Jisi, King of Wei, and Wei Sixing, King of Liang, and was deeply favored by the saint.

Ouyang Rong sighed:
"No wonder the saint was so partial to you, the Lady of Caishang. There was obviously more than one Lady of Caishang."

After a pause, he asked:

"Then...what's the story behind the title of True Immortal Princess? Also, don't you take your father's surname? Are your parents married to the same clan?"

Rong Zhen whispered:
“We are not from the same clan… but the saint regarded me as the heir of the Wei family, so he made me take my mother’s surname and change it to Wei. My title was also raised by one level, from county princess to princess of a county, which is equivalent to the daughter of a prince. As for the title of True Immortal…

"My mother once told the saint that when she was pregnant with me, she dreamed of an immortal, and when she woke up, there was auspicious wind and rainbow on her bed... After my mother left, I was taken back to the Luoyang Palace. The saint asked me to become a monk and pray for blessings. I was named Zhenxian. Later, by chance, I was discovered to have a talent for refining qi by the Qi-observing officer of the Sitianjian. The saint was overjoyed, and the Great God of Destiny came out of retreat personally to accept me as his disciple...

"You also know what happened next. I chose Lady Ren Caishang to stay with the Saint. Besides, the Saint seemed reluctant to let me marry far away from the capital and follow the same path my mother took..."

Rong Zhen's words are both detailed and concise.

Ouyang Rong listened quietly and didn't ask any more questions, as if his confusion had been resolved.

The two men faced each other, still with their hands in their sleeves, but they looked at each other in silence.

Rong Zhen calmed down a little, and stared at his face, observing his expression:

"Ouyang Lianghan, do you have anything else to ask?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head.

Rong Zhen suddenly said:
"You didn't see it."

Ouyang Rong was confused: "What didn't you see?"

There were outsiders around, Rong Zhen did not answer, his eyes slightly lowered, muttering to himself:

"I was not wrong in my belief. You are a true gentleman. The clothes clearly have my name written on them. They are the words 'Wei Rong' embroidered by my mother herself. I can tell by looking at them. But when you handled them, you never opened them to take a peek. You are really different from other men. That thief who stole Die Lian Hua is not even a bit like you... You are truly a gentleman like jade."

After being stunned for three full breaths, Ouyang Rong finally realized what she was saying.

His eyes "swept" to the neck of Rong Zhen's tightly covered purple palace dress. The palace dress girl was all purple today, and if nothing unexpected happened, there was still purple underneath... It was the purple bellyband that was lost and found, washed and whitened.

At this moment, Ouyang Rong's face was calm and his eyes were slightly cold, but his heart was in turmoil.

Depend on!
You mean the name is embroidered on the bellyband?
I can tell at a glance that your surname is Wei?

Why didn't you tell me earlier?
Hiss, no wonder Rong Zhen never doubted him from beginning to end and didn’t think he was the owner of Butterfly Love Flower.

If he is really the owner of Dielianhua, according to his label as a pervert who stole the bellyband, he would definitely open the bellyband, play with it carefully, and desecrate it. It is impossible for him not to find the name on the bellyband.

Therefore, an obvious logic is that the "owner of Dielianhua" who is a rapist must know that her surname is Wei. If he doesn't know, then he is not the owner of Dielianhua, nor is he her accomplice!
Especially after the conflict in Huang Xuan's courtyard, Ouyang Rong pretended to have picked it up and returned the purple bellyband to her who was seriously injured and recuperating.

Afterwards, he was still concerned about her and would run over to check on his "colleague's health" whenever he wanted. In fact, he was just afraid of being exposed, so he wanted to be closer to her so that he could understand the progress of the investigation in real time and avoid being caught by the lady historian.

However, in Rong Zhen's eyes, this action was definitely not the case, and it gave her a different feeling.

After all, anyone with a discerning eye knew that Ouyang Rong had a close relationship with the Xunyang Palace and might even be its chief strategist. Rong Zhen must have known this as well.

Therefore, his action further highlighted his gentlemanly integrity. Although he had handled the purple bellyband, he still had no idea that she was a girl from the Wei family.

She formed a sharp contrast with the owner of the lecherous butterfly flower. She was simply dazzling and righteous. I wonder what this lady was thinking during that time...

Ouyang Rong was a little afraid to continue reviewing the situation.

If I remember correctly, his "colleague friendship" with Rong Zhen gradually deepened after he returned the purple bellyband. Rong Zhen's impression of him should have changed because of that. Later, the two began to cooperate sincerely and became more and more tacit... until today.

Boy, what kind of gentleman's test is this.

Don't guard against rapists, just guard against gentlemen, right?

In an instant, a thought flashed through his mind, and everything came together, and Ouyang Rong understood it completely.

I was just following my personal principles and returning the item to its original owner, but I didn't expect that it would lead to such a great success.

At this moment, his feelings were indescribable and complicated.

I don't know whether I should blame this wonderful fate or be thankful that it protected my vest.

At this moment, the people on the stage had no idea what was in the mind of the young man in Confucian robes.

All I could see was his stern face, which looked a little cold and indifferent.

Rong Zhen also saw it. From the moment he spoke frankly about his selfish motives and confessed his life story, her eyes had been fixed on Ouyang Rong's thin and handsome face.

At this time, the blush on the palace girl's long skirt had faded, and she was dressed in purple again, looking graceful, cold and noble, and faintly revealing some mystery and depth.

She said coldly:

"You little dog slave, who told you to come over here and use a knife?"

Duan Quanwu remained kneeling on one knee begging for mercy. Upon hearing what was said, he secretly glanced at Qian Chen's body not far away, and then looked at the tall and burly back of Wei Wu, who was standing in front of him with his head down and accepting punishment.

Wei Wuer said nothing and walked to the position between Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen.

The square-faced man slammed his knees on the ground, knelt on one knee towards Ouyang Rong, and clasped his fists to apologize.

"My Lady, Governor, I was reckless and arrogant, and I offended you. I hope you can forgive me and treat me like a piece of shit."

Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes and looked at the ground in front of him, silent.

Wei Wu paused, raised his head, and glanced at the cold expression on the pretty face of the noble girl in palace dress next to him.

Retracting his gaze, his red, swollen, and bleeding face showed a solemn expression. He clasped his fists again towards Ouyang Rong, who was standing with his hands behind his back, and said:

"Sir Governor, there have been some minor misunderstandings and conflicts in the past. At that time, the people in the palace acted on their own and did not recognize the great man. They slightly offended you. It was like a flood that washed away the Dragon King Temple. As long as these rubbish are still there, you can just speak up and deal with them as you please."

Ouyang Rong tilted his head and glanced at Wei Wu.

The latter saw this and immediately took advantage of the situation and said:

"Sir Governor, Your Highnesses King Wei and King Liang have recently learned about your deeds from the letter from Princess Zhenxian. They feel deeply that they were careless before and believed the slander of the villains below. They had a little misunderstanding about you, but now it is gone and the villains involved have been severely dealt with.

"In fact, the two princes have always admired your talent. Now, like the Zhenxian Princess, they also recognize your benevolent policies in Jiangzhou. You are a rare talent for the country and a rare honest official. You are doing practical things for the saint, for the country of the Great Zhou, and for the people of the world! You are a pillar of the country, and your future is promising!"

At this point, Wei Wu reached into his bosom, fumbled around, and pulled out a red paper, gold-embossed invitation. He held it up with both hands and handed it to Ouyang Rong:

"After today's great Buddhist event is over and those unruly rebels are dealt with, His Royal Highness the Prince of Wei and His Royal Highness the Prince of Liang will jointly write a letter to the Saint to ask for your merit and immediately transfer you back to the capital. At that time, the two princes sincerely invite you to have tea at the palace. The two princes have always been courteous to the wise and valued talented people. At that time, we will chat with you about state affairs and sincerely ask for your advice. I hope you can give me some advice."

Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes and looked at the red and gold invitation lying quietly in the palm of the kneeling man.

This is an admission ticket.

An admission ticket directly to the most powerful arena in the capital.

Everyone on the platform had different expressions.

Duan Quanwu stretched his neck and looked at the red and gold invitation with an expression of great envy. He wished he could take its place. Now that the opportunity had fallen upon him, his eyes could not hide his ambition.

Yi Qianqiu, whose body was covered with snow armor, tilted his head slightly, not looking at the red and gold invitation, but looking at the calm Ouyang Rong, with an inexplicably complicated look in his eyes.

Nanny Song was unusually silent. Her eyes seemed to be staring at Rong Zhen, who was dressed in elegant purple. No one knew what she was thinking.

However, Rong Zhen did not look at Nanny Song. Perhaps she knew her gaze, but she didn't care. At this moment, all her attention was focused on one place.

Ouyang Rong, dressed in a scholar's robe, picked up the red and gold invitation and weighed it in his palm.

Before Wei Wu could smile, he suddenly said:
"I don't like tea."

Wei Wu was puzzled: "What?"

Ouyang Rong said to himself: "I like to eat pears. Do you have any pears over there?"

"Pear... pear?"

"That's right." Ouyang Rong emphasized the words: "Pear."

"What do you mean, Governor? Is it a homophone? Li..."

Before Wei Wu could finish his question, Rong Zhen suddenly walked forward, pushed him aside, and took the red and gold invitation from Ouyang Rong's hand.

In front of everyone, she folded it in half, tore it into pieces, and scattered them on the floor at her feet.

The girl in palace dress raised her little face and said to the young man in scholar's robe:
"We don't drink tea from anywhere, so ignore them. From now on, I'll peel pears for you, okay?"

(End of this chapter)