After a pause, he couldn't help but ask:

"Why have you changed your behavior now? You don't even go to Yunshui Pavilion. After being taught a lesson by your uncle and aunt, you learned a lesson?"

"hey-hey."

Li Dalang scratched his head and laughed, and before Ouyang Rong could ask again, he had already fled.

Ouyang Rong stood in front of the door and watched him go away.

After a while, he turned around and walked straight in. In the main hall, he found Yuan Huaimin, who was immersed in his work. Without being wordy, he asked calmly:

"Yuan Changshi, did you come to see you when we were leaving just now?"

"Farewell? Oh, yes, that's what happened. He just came to say that he admired Xiaguan's latest article, and asked for a copy of the manuscript of "A Night Tour at Chengtian Temple". I couldn't refuse, either.

So I tore the page of the manuscript to him.

"I didn't expect Farewell to be interested in this." He sighed.

"Is there anything else?" Ouyang Rong asked again.

"Gone."

"good."

Ouyang Rong nodded in understanding, walked back to his seat, and at a certain moment, whispered softly:

"It's so good. Why does Dalang want the manuscript?"

For a long time, I really couldn't figure it out, so I put the matter behind me for the time being.

…

Xingzifang.

Inside Chengtian Temple, near Xingzi Lake, there was a lot of heat and dust.

Laborers working hard to move bricks, people forced to relocate, monks with sad faces, and stern officials who arrogantly commanded the demolition of old houses to make room for statues.

A scene of all living beings.

In a temporarily requisitioned house not far from the Donglin Giant Buddha construction camp.

Lin Cheng and Wang Lengran were sitting in a relatively quiet and empty hall. They were handling inquiries from officials outside, drinking tea and waiting for something.

After a while, the two of them saw Wei Shaoqi coming angrily.

"What's the matter, Third Young Master?"

"Third Young Master, what happened?"

Seeing Lin Cheng's calm face, Wei Shaoqi tried his best to hold it in and waved his hands absentmindedly:

"It's okay, it's okay, let's talk about business."

Wei Shaoqi couldn't tell him directly. Is that damn brat Li Dalang sneaking in to poach him again?

I don't know why he has so many clever ideas. He bypassed some of the guards who had become lax recently and found Wei Anhui. He chatted with her for a few words and gave her a bullshit gift, saying it was a gift in return for her last gift of returning her clothes.

.

Wei Shaoqi suddenly darkened his face.

When he received the news later, he ran to catch Li Dalang on the spot and drove Li Dalang away angrily.

You kid can run away fast! It belongs to his grandma!

If it weren't for the bottom line set by Wang Shuliang and Wang Shuliang, Wei Shaoqi would have wanted to tear Li Dalang in half on the spot and throw him into the Xunyang River to feed the fish.

Wei Shaoqi sat down and drank two cups of herbal tea in one gulp. After a while, he saw Lin Cheng and Wang Lengran passing around the manuscript of "A Night Journey to Chengtian Temple" in their hands.

His face turned red again.

But it was inconvenient to have an attack in front of Lin Cheng.

Because the gift that that brat just gave Wei Anhui in return was the so-called original manuscript of "A Night Tour at Chengtian Temple".

It just so happened that his cousin was fond of poetry, poetry, and poetry when she was in Luoyang, and loved reading books about talented people and beauties. Although she was not proficient in it, wasn't this what this kind of young lady in need was good at?

To some extent, it has the attributes of a literary girl who is sad about spring and autumn.

It just so happened that in the past few days, "Night Tour of Chengtian Temple" and "Liang Han Didn't Go to Sleep" were very famous in Xunyang City, and it was impossible for my cousin to have heard of them.

Qiniang must have liked this article very much. Before Wei Shaoqi came here, she criticized and educated her a lot. She also wanted to forcibly confiscate it, but Wei Anhui almost made Wei Anhui cry. In the end, she had no choice but to give up and coax her with a black face.

Leave.

He mentally put the blame on Li Dalang's head and rushed over angrily.

"It doesn't matter if it's not a big thing. In fact, sometimes you don't have to pay too much attention to trivial things. Business matters are important. A real man should put his career first."

Lin Cheng cared for a moment and suggested seriously.

"All right."

Wei Shaoqi nodded perfunctorily.

Now, with his originally unruly and unruly personality, he no longer dared to look at Lin Cheng. He always felt that Brother Lin's head was a bit green...

"What are you reading? Why is this bullshit article again? What's so interesting about it?"

Wei Shaoqi spoke unhappily.

Wang Lengran, who had been praising in a low voice not long ago, immediately nodded and agreed:

"That's right, it's just a matter of romance. This Yuan Huaimin is a small talent, and it will be of no use to the big things. Don't worry about it."

Lin Cheng lowered his eyes and folded the manuscript carefully.

"But I have to admit that this man has the style of a great scholar. It would be a pity for him to be the governor of Jiangxi Province because of his literary talents. I really like the two sentences of entering the house under the moonlight and setting off happily. The few numbers are so concise, and they are cause and effect for each other...

…”

He nodded and shook his head:

"If you think about it carefully, the beauty of this article actually comes from the truth between the lines. The words are simple and meaningful, and the words are clear and flowing. It should be the real scene of that night."

Wei Shaoqi snorted coldly, making no comment.

"It doesn't matter which way he goes, don't be like Ouyang Lianghan and seek death. Just use the mantis' arms as a chariot."

Wang Lengran waved his hands impatiently, turned his eyes and said:

"The real scene... Third Young Master, Young Master Lin, and Ouyang Lianghan, what do you think? Lianghan is still awake, and he is passive and sabotaging his work. He is paying attention to the poetry meeting. Could it be that this guy is really depressed?"

"It shouldn't be considered a failure." Lin Cheng said softly: "But so far, it seems that it is indeed honest. It is a little different from our expected counterattack. We thought he came back to cause another wave of trouble."

Wei Shaoqi's eyes were still suspicious: "Why don't I believe that he can change his gender?"

"Well, it's possible that there's a trick."

Lin Cheng narrowed his eyes and whispered:

"Just watch it first, don't take him lightly."

"That makes sense."

Wei Shaoqi suddenly put down his tea cup and said:

"The latest news from the palace is that the head of Donglin Buddha is on the way, and my father is sending people to transport it secretly..."
Chapter completed!