It's late at night.

Ouyang Rong, who had eaten and drank enough in the quiet courtyard and received a lot of gratitude from the Fang sisters, walked a few more steps to relieve his appetite.

At a street intersection not far from the quiet courtyard, the government soldiers who suddenly received orders from their superiors rushed over and set up a temporary outpost under the command of several police officers.

The temporary outpost blocks the road from the quiet courtyard by the lake to Chengtian Temple.

The latter two are separated by Xingzi Lake.

If you don't want to take this main road and want to go to Chengtian Temple, then the only option is to swim there.

Ouyang Rong, who has experienced the depth and coldness of Xingzi Lake, does not think that the Fang sisters, who have no spiritual skills, can get around it.

Ouyang Rong calmly bypassed the Yamen outpost lined with torches.

Came to a place under the rich shade of trees.

The night was overlaid with the shadows of the trees, and in the darkness, a carriage was parked quietly.

There were three black figures, silently waiting with their hands down.

There was a dull man driving a car, a blue-clothed head catcher holding a knife in his arms, and a plump woman wearing a silk stocking and a black silk curtain hat.

Ouyang Rong passed directly by them and boarded the carriage.

In the carriage, he sat down and slowly lit an oil lamp with a fire stick.

"Why are you just standing there stupidly? If you two have nothing to do, just go back."

Ouyang Rong said with a little helplessness.

Pei Shisanniang was wearing a jade-patterned brocade feather satin cloak and a low-luxury black silk dress underneath. She was obviously wearing it to keep out the cold, but she was slightly trembling as she stood in the cool night breeze of early spring.

She quietly glanced at Yan Liulang who was standing next to her in unison, and saw that he didn't move first.

Pei Shisanniang gritted her teeth secretly.

She stepped forward and boarded the carriage first.

"Boom——!"

There was a muffled sound, and the beautiful woman in silk knelt on the hard floor with her legs bent, saying weakly:

"Young master, I didn't take good care of the embroidered lady this time. The young master gave me many instructions to take good care of the embroidered lady, but I still neglected myself. I was busy today and didn't accompany the embroidered lady. The people below also failed to do things well and were followed in the carriage.

I don’t even know that it led to this place..."

Ouyang Rong didn't say anything for the first time. He bent down and put the piano case he had brought back into the space under the seat.

"Mingfu."

Yan Liulang also got in the car, lowered his head and said guiltily:

"It is a dereliction of duty even in a humble position. I failed to take good care of these two sisters. When I found them sneaking into the embroidery girl's yard, it was already too late... Fortunately, the Ming Dynasty came over in the evening..."

Ouyang Rong shook his head:

"Okay, let's all get up. Actually, I don't blame you for this. I told you not to get too close to this courtyard for fear of disturbing Xiu Niang... After all, it's difficult to have both."

Yan Liulang and Pei Shisanniang immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Ouyang Rong waved his hand:

"These two girls have no evil intentions. We have stabilized them for the time being. Mrs. Pei should go back first."

"Yes, sir."

Pei Shisanniang nodded vigorously, and before leaving, according to the old rules, she left a few boxes of exquisitely packaged ink ingots.

Ouyang Rong stretched out his hand and put away the Han Lei ink tablets

Yan Liulang stayed in the car and waited until Pei Shisanniang left happily, then he said:

"Ming Mansion, we have found out that the two girls are indeed the two sisters from the Chengnan family, Fang Yiwu's two daughters, as you expected.

"They arrived at Xunyang City by boat this morning and got off the boat at Xunyang Ferry.

"I went to Yunshui Pavilion later specifically to inquire about the news. I told Yunshui Pavilion that I was looking for my lost cousin... The Xiu Niang girl has some obvious features. On weekdays, there are still some people when I go shopping at Taoshou Zhai.

have witnessed.

"The Fang sisters used this to find someone and followed them..."

"The lost cousin."

Ouyang Rong chuckled.

After a pause, he suddenly asked again:

"In addition to looking for Xiu Niang, the cousin, did they tell anyone else's characteristics or find other relatives and friends?"

"No."

Ouyang Rong said to himself: "Should I be cautious or..."

He turned his head and looked in the direction of Chengtian Temple.

Yan Liulang hesitated again and again and asked:

"Ming Mansion, why are they looking for Miss Xiu Niang? Besides, when I took someone to the hospital just now, I saw how guilty they were. I must have checked for sure. There is Yun Meng Ling on them."

"Ok, I know."

Seeing Ouyang Rong's calm expression looking out the window at the night, Yan Liulang asked cautiously:

"Then why don't you wait until they get out and arrest them directly, and scare them like this? Isn't it... Isn't it because the Ming Dynasty is afraid that they will fall into the hands of the female officials of the Supervisory Yuan and do something they shouldn't do?"

Ouyang Rong nodded slightly and shook his head again.

He looked away from the direction of Chengtian Temple across the lake and suddenly said:

"When they first entered the house, the embroiderer was entertaining them with cakes. The embroiderer... seemed quite happy. It's not a bad idea to stay with them for a few more days."

Yan Liulang was stunned and had no choice but to nod.

After chatting for a few more words, before the blue-clad policeman got out of the car, Ouyang Rong pondered and stopped him:

"Over at Chengtian Temple, don't send people to search in the short term without my instructions. Everything remains as before. If there are personnel from the Overwatch Council or Jiangzhou Hall to search, you can also help block it, or delay time, waiting for me to come.

"In addition, after the new outpost here is set up, people will be stationed on guard throughout the day. They will not be evacuated for a short period of time. They will pretend that this place is heavily guarded and check documents when they meet people. Likewise, I will also wait for my instructions on the follow-up."

"Yes, Mingfu."

Yan Liulang clasped his fists and accepted the order, got out of the car and left.

The carriage started slowly and drove towards Xunyangfang.

Midway, Ouyang Rong opened the curtain and turned to look at the dimly lit Buddhist temple hall across the lake.

He said to himself: "Did you bring Yunmeng Ling back...you still want to run to Chengtian Temple..."

…

When Ouyang Rong returned to the Huaiye Lane mansion, it was already late at night.

His aunt Zhen Shuyuan was still waiting for him in the hall. She was sitting at the table with a vase in front of her. She imitated the flower arrangements that were popular among the ladies of the Zhou Dynasty. She turned her head from time to time and looked at the dark night at the door.

When Ouyang Rong arrived home, Zhen Shuyuan directly dropped the bouquet, took his coat, and didn't ask why he came back so late. She waited for the maids and brought them the health-preserving chicken soup that had been cooked for a long time.

Ouyang Rong drank from a small bowl, sat and chatted with his aunt for a while, and then returned to the Ice Drinking Room.

Entering the study, Ouyang Rong turned around and locked the door.

On the desk, there is a newly delivered letter.

Ouyang Rong didn't look surprised. Ye Weilai, who had gone to prepare hot water, had just mentioned to him that this letter had just been delivered during the day.

Ouyang Rong glanced at the wax seal of the letter and saw that it belonged to Huang Xuan.

Ouyang Rong took the initiative to write a letter a few days ago and quietly asked some questions about the secret art of the Shangqing Dynasty.

The little girl had no taboos against Ouyang Rong, she knew everything.

In fact, the two men exchanged letters and communicated in the same style.

Ouyang Rong is neat and tidy, asking questions and not gossiping. Huang Xuan writes a lot every time he replies. Except for answering some Sanqing matters that Ouyang Rong is interested in, most of the content is about her stay in Maoshan.

Every bit of life in Zushitang.

Some interesting anecdotes about girls, or problems in life, and occasionally complaining about daddy Huang Feihong’s greed for alcohol.

Huang Xuan never asked much about Ouyang Rong's concerns.

It makes someone feel a little embarrassed.

However, this layer of tacit understanding was not broken.

Ouyang Rong read the letter, folded it again, and put it in the box.

He folded his hands, supported his chin with the back of his hands, and looked at the floor in front of him, his eyes a little deep.

In fact, Huang Xuan, who had just joined the Shangqing Sect, didn't know much. Ouyang Rong knew or could deduce most of the content of the divine order mentioned in this letter.

After all, I had witnessed Li Dalang swallowing a relic of Yuan Laotian Master before.
To be continued...