The bamboo torture ended soon.

What Lao Yangtou said is right, a sincere gentleman cannot withstand this punishment.

Qian Chen, obviously not.

After receiving the blood-stained confession, Ouyang Rong walked out of the bamboo forest with his hands in his sleeves and a calm look on his face.

Outside the bamboo forest, a petite figure is standing in the river breeze, waiting in her sleeves.

Rong Zhen turned a deaf ear to the screams of ghosts and wolves howling in the bamboo forest just now.

She tilted her head slightly:

"Are you done with your business?"

Ouyang Rong was not annoyed at all by what Rong Zhen defined as noisy matters. He looked at the female historian and nodded gently:

"Well, I've done it all, but there's one more important thing I need to trouble you with."

Rong Zhen said nonchalantly:

"Okay, it's fine before Senior Yu starts playing the piano, as long as it doesn't delay our arrest of the owner of Die Lianhua."

Ouyang Rong smiled: "Well, no delay."

"You seem a little different."

"What's different?" he asked with a smile.

Rong Zhen pursed her pink lips. In fact, she wanted to ask Ouyang Rong how he dared to stare at her now. He was more or less evasive before.

Rong Zhen glanced up and down at Ouyang Rong's blue scholar's shirt, frowned and asked:

"Where is your governor's official uniform?"

Ouyang Rong sighed:

"After interrogation in the forest, I got some blood on it, and it was full of the smell of blood, so I took it off."

Rong Zhen nodded and said:

"It's good not to wear this. The bright red uniform of the governor is too conspicuous. It's better for you to keep a low profile today, lest the rebels in the Tiannan Jianghu see you and take ill will to target you."

"It makes sense, right..."

Ouyang Rong took the initiative and said:

"I asked Wang Caozhi to go back first. He is in the way. If he stays here in the main grotto, he won't be of much help. He is just a burden."

After a pause, he nodded and said jokingly: "Ms. Shi protecting me is enough to distract me."

Rong Zhen's face was not surprised, and he said in a cold voice:

"I know that a female official came to report just now, saying that he took your documents and went to the dock to transfer the boat and leave. I asked someone to let him go. At this juncture, it would be really burdensome for him to come here. He might as well leave, but

, Ouyang Lianghan, you are different, you are not a burden... By the way, do you want to send someone to accompany him to protect him? "

Ouyang Rong waved his hands and said calmly:

"No need, let him go. That kid is so clever that he can run faster than anyone else when something happens."

Rong Zhen said with a straight face: "That's right. He's just a careless person. He doesn't talk too much or too little. I don't know who taught him."

After saying this, the female historian quickly glanced at the calm face of the young governor.

But the latter seemed not to hear it.

Ouyang Rong lifted his sleeves, took out a blood-stained confession from his sleeves, and spoke seriously:

"What Rong Nu Shi said just now is right. I am really not a burden. I just solved a shocking case..."

Rong Zhen suddenly interrupted:

"What's wrong with your hand? Why is it bleeding?"

Before Ouyang Rong could answer, his right palm, which was wrapped in white cloth, had already been grabbed by Rong Zhen's two small hands.

I saw an anxious and distressed look on Rong Zhen's pretty face, and she couldn't help but stamp her feet and yell:

"Isn't there Old Yangtou here? What does he do for food? Why do you let you use the knife? And you, what are you looking at? You are so stupid that you don't even allow me to scold you? You, you interrogate a prisoner and put yourself to death

They're all injured, do you think I'm stupid or not..."

Ouyang Rong was scolded, and quickly looked away, keeping his gaze straight. He tried to pull out his palm, but he couldn't pull it out. It was clenched tightly.

He shook his head:

"A small injury, as long as the blood stops flowing, it's no big deal."

Rong Zhen was so angry that she had no time to listen. She looked angry and scolded in a cold voice:

"Come here, bring Old Yangtou here, and the little thief who was tortured in the bamboo forest, too!"

Ouyang Rong quickly stopped the four female officers who were about to accept the order:

"No, don't go, come back!"

His right hand, which was bandaging the wound, subconsciously held Rong Zhen's wrist and tried his best to explain:

"This injury has nothing to do with Lao Yangtou and the others. I did it accidentally. The prisoner has already confessed. Don't hurt him. He is an important witness and will be used later. This is also the important thing I just told you..."

The four female officers stood still and turned to look at the face of the female historian, waiting for the next order.

A female officer looked at the beautiful wrist under the sleeve of the female historian, which was being held by a man.

Rong Zhen's small breasts were rising and falling, obviously her anger had not subsided. However, at this moment, under the Ruowuowu gaze of the female officer under her command, she slowly lowered her head, and her originally red and warm eyes looked at the man's palm on her wrist.

Ouyang Rong realized something and looked down as well.

The air is a little quiet.

For nearly ten breaths, Rong Zhen and Ouyang Rong both kept their heads lowered.

Surprisingly, the four female officials withdrew quietly without waiting for further instructions from the female historian.

There are only two people left.

Because he held her wrist, Ouyang Rong could faintly feel Lady Shi's pulse, which was beating... faster and faster.

Ouyang Rong quietly retracted his right palm.

The next moment, he was held by a jade hand again.

"Don't move around, you are clumsy." The girl in palace clothes grabbed his palm, her ears turned red, she lowered her head as if to observe carefully, and curled her lips and said, "I am the most annoyed by stupid people."

At this time, Ouyang Rong felt a tickling and soft warmth, rushing from the palm of her jade hand to the scar on the tiger's mouth of his right hand, just like the trickle of a stream warming the grass in the valley, washing away the filth and pain in it.

Ouyang Rong remained still and allowed Rong Zhendu to send precious spiritual energy to heal the wound.

There was silence between the two of them for a while.

Ouyang Rong suddenly shouted: "Rong Zhen."

"Huh?" She responded a little absentmindedly.

"I want to ask something. At dawn today, have you been to Prince Xunyang's Mansion to give you anything?"

Rong Zhen was confused: "What are you sending?"

Ouyang Rong thought about the "dining table theory" in the anonymous secret letter, organized the wording, and asked carefully and cryptically:

"When we come to the table for dinner, which table will you sit at?"

Rong Zhen glanced at him, her delicate brows slowly furrowed, as if she had been thinking for a while, and she answered equally carefully and cryptically:

"Head table...Head seat?"

Ouyang Rong suddenly frowned, thinking carefully about the meaning of these words, but before he could seriously interpret it, Rong Zhen, with a hot face, looked straight ahead and asked casually:

"What, Ouyang Lianghan, do you want to take me home and have dinner with you?"
Chapter completed!