Chapter 758 The True Immortal Princess [Additional compensation, please vote for me!]
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"Oh."
Ouyang Rong interrupted Yi Qianqiu's persuasion with a chuckle.
The latter frowned, but he sighed:
"Why haven't I noticed before that Commander Yi is so rough and subtle, and is good at persuading people? This is not an ordinary sharp mind. Commander Yi hides it very well. I think he made a mistake, and with his personal feelings covering his eyes, this
If you join the game, I will not be wronged."
Yi Qianqiu wants to speak.
Ouyang Rong smiled and asked her:
"If I really believe these words and have stabilized myself, and will persuade me next time, will it be when I learn that Li Congshan, Miaozhen and the others were late and failed to stop the brutal water thieves from bloodbathing the palace? Commander Yi,
Are you right?
"Anyway, whatever happened in Xunyang City today, it was all an accident. It was due to bad luck in the Xunyang Palace. Everyone was far away, and they were all staying at the Xunyang Grottoes. They were all following the emperor's orders and fighting hard to kill the enemy.
They are all loyal ministers who defend the Buddha and are loyal to the saint. They are all loyal ministers and there are no treacherous ministers!
"At most, after learning the news of the fall of the palace, everyone was shocked, shed some tears, and felt regretful for a while. Then, with their achievements in saving the Buddha and annihilating the rebels, they all went to apologize and went through the ceremony in Luoyang.
From now on, we will continue to talk about merit and reward, get promoted and make a fortune, and even win the powerful prince of the dynasty, so I still owe two favors, which is really beautiful."
The pupils of Yi Qianqiu's eyes shrank slightly and his words stopped abruptly.
Everyone in the audience was silent.
"Pah, pah, pah—"
The young man in Confucian shirt clapped his hands and applauded for a while.
A plain voice resounded throughout the audience, making everyone change their minds:
"This game is good and elegant. Even the person who takes the blame is ready to apologize. Wait..."
After a pause, Ouyang Rong turned his head, looked at Wei Wu, who had always remained calm and composed, and asked with a tilt of his head:
"If I were to set up a trap, I would be more careful. For example, no matter whether Li Congshan, Miaozhen and other royal guards are with Prince Xunyang's family at this moment, it will be a dead end when the water thieves disguised as dead men come over.
"Wei Wu, and everyone else, are you right?"
Looking around and catching the slight change in Wei Wu's eyes, Ouyang Rong smiled again and nodded calmly:
"Oh, I understand. You are not stupid after all. No wonder I asked Li Congshan and the others to come back again and again, but you didn't panic. You even wanted to use this to dispel your doubts and stabilize your situation."
The young man in Confucian shirt said calmly.
Yi Qianqiu, Nanny Song, Duan Quanwu and others all looked moved. Their faces were either surprised or fearful, and they looked at Ouyang Rong with very complicated expressions.
Ouyang Rong straightened his clothes, patted the dust, cleaned up, and looked at the sun.
After a while, he looked away, looked at Rong Zhen and everyone on the field next to him, and smiled:
"Well, I don't know why you are delaying your nonsense for so long. Maybe you know that I am a master and want to prepare a big one. I only whispered this to the female historian. It seems that you really believe it.
Thank you so much for your support, Ms. Shi. Okay, I won’t say any more. When are you, Ms. Shi, and everyone else going to take action? Please go down and die."
Rong Zhen, who had been looking at his hands in vain, suddenly raised his head.
Ouyang Rong saw a pair of cold eyes with red eyes.
At this moment, her purple clothes turned into red clothes, fiery red, and she stared at him with cold eyes:
"Go to hell? You don't believe me!?"
Ouyang Rong looked at him with calm eyes.
"I believed it."
he said.
"Prince Ouyang." Wei Wu suddenly said: "People who are too smart will die easily. Let me remind you, sometimes it is better to be confused..."
"Shut up!"
Rong Zhen suddenly turned his head and shouted.
Almost instantly, this fiery figure in palace attire flashed in front of the man with a Chinese character face.
She raised a small snow-white hand and waved it down heavily.
"Pah——!"
An extremely loud slap, the sound echoed throughout the entire venue.
"Dog slave! Do you dare to threaten him?"
Rong Zhen scolded with red eyes.
Wei Wu's face turned red and he was a little confused.
"Pah——!"
What followed was another crisp slap. Rong Zhen slapped his backhand, and the slap sounded louder than before.
This backhand slap directly sent the man who was the confidant of the King of Wei who had designed today's murderous plan for the Xunyang Prince's Mansion, spinning in the air and slamming him to the ground. The white cloth strips on his head were scattered.
A woman's cold and beautiful voice rang out:
"You cheap slave, how dare you let him die? Why do you do something that even I can't bear to do? What kind of cheap thing are you? Is this what Wei Jisi taught you at home?"
A mandarin duck emerald hairpin was inserted between Rong Zhen's high bun. Along with the violent rise and fall of her small chest, this hairpin, her favorite, was trembling slightly throughout the whole process. It was difficult to restrain the solemnity with which she was carefully dressed when she went out today.
Hair on the temples.
Due to the large movements of the girl in palace attire, strands of black hair were messily scattered on her white forehead. The broken bangs roughly covered the red and swollen eyes, and only a cold streak came out from the broken hair.
His eyes were cast on Wei Wu, who was covering his face and falling to the ground, his whole body frozen.
This scene that happened in a flash of lightning shocked the whole audience.
Nanny Song couldn't help but persuade her: "Girl Rong..."
Rong Zhen suddenly turned his head:
"Shut up, old guy! How dare you shout at him again?!"
The voice of the old woman with white eyes stopped suddenly, as if she never imagined that Rong Yatou, who was always polite and courteous, would talk to her like this.
Nanny Song's old face suddenly turned red and purple, as red as pig liver, and her eyes were strange. She murmured and repeated: "Old... old guy?"
However, this palace lamp-holder, who was so cultivated that even the kings of Wei and Liang treated her with courtesy, did not immediately retaliate angrily.
What was even more unexpected was that Wei Wu, who had been slapped and fell down, got up from where he was almost immediately. After putting the white cloth back on, he immediately walked back and came to Rong Zhen.
His Chinese-character face was now bloated and red and purple like a pickled pig's head. His nosebleed was blurred and his expression could not be seen clearly.
The tall and burly body stood in front of the petite and short girl in palace clothes. It was obviously like a mountain, but its aura was completely opposite. Instead, it was completely suppressed by her, like a bloodline that could never be overcome.
Wei Wu stood with his hands tied in front of Rong Zhen, his hands hanging by his sides, his head lowered deeply, and his waist lowered, as if he was actively slapping the short girl in palace clothes again.
Wei Wu buried his head, unable to clearly see his expression and emotions, and his voice sounded hoarse from a dry cough:
"Princess, please calm down. I don't dare anymore. I will go back to Beijing to apologize to the prince. Princess, please calm down."
Duan Quanwu on the side made a "pop" sound, knelt down on one knee, clasped his fist heavily towards Rong Zhen, who had a stern look in his eyes, and said in a pleading tone:
"Princess Zhenxian, please calm down. Although Manager Wu's tone was inappropriate, he does not deserve to die. Let him admit his mistake to Governor Ouyang and make atonement later."
The girl in palace clothes had a cold face and pursed her lips without answering.
The air on the high platform is silent.
Rong Zhen seemed to realize something and slowly turned around.
Ouyang Rong looked at her blankly, with a hint of astonishment in his eyes.
"True Immortal...Princess Princess...no wonder you keep calling yourself me, and you have a belly...dress and purple...the princess of this dynasty is either Li or Wei..."
The young man in scholar's shirt murmured and paused for a moment.
When everything was silent, he suddenly said:
"Your surname is Wei."
Rong Zhen sniffed. In addition to a sore nose, the corners of his eyes were also sore for some reason, but he didn't dare to rub them or blink, for fear that they would burst out of his eyes.
This is the first time this happened because of a man.
Her pear-shaped little face tried to lift up, like a proud head held high, but the clear and cold voice of the past could not hide a hint of crying:
"Well, Ouyang Lianghan, let's get to know me again, Wei Rong. This is my selfishness."