Chapter 635 Liang Han Swallows Poems, Merit Soars [Bonus Chapter for 7k words, Begging for Monthly Tickets!]
Ouyang Rong noticed that the lady in front of him had suddenly quickened her pace.
She's so short that even Ouyang Rong, walking at a normal pace, can't quite keep up with her.
"What's Ms. Rong rushing off to? To the toilet? Why are you running?" he asked curiously.
"You're the one who ran away! I was just thirsty. There's a water room up ahead."
Rong Zhen said irritably, without turning around.
Ouyang Rong nodded: "I see. I thought you had to pee when I saw your ears were red."
"Ha, I'm ashamed for you, and I can't be bothered to listen to your vulgar words anymore. They are truly an insult to our culture."
"Vulgar? Disgraceful to culture? Uh, where is it vulgar, where is it disgraceful?" Ouyang Rong asked, puzzled.
"Don't you like purple?"
"No way, liking purple isn't anything dirty."
The aloof, palace-dressed girl, who claimed to be thirsty, suddenly stopped at the entrance to the washroom and said without turning her head:
"I'm asking you, since you like purple, do you like purple clothes?"
"Yeah, you could say that."
"What do you mean by 'considered'? Be honest, do you like this kind of thing?"
"Yes... I suppose so." He pondered for a moment, but still insisted, "Purple clothes are indeed just as beautiful as red clothes. What man wouldn't like them? I'm no exception."
Rongzhen ignored his attempts to shift the blame, and gave a cold snort, seemingly displeased:
"You like purple clothes, don't think I don't know what you're thinking."
"It's a good idea to allow a woman to be a close friend of history."
"Aren't you ashamed? You have the nerve to say that."
Ouyang Rong casually patted the dust off the cuffs of his crimson official robes and asked curiously, "Why are you embarrassed to say?"
Rongzhen turned around and stared straight at him.
A cold, detached statement cuts straight to the heart of the matter:
"In this dynasty, only noble ladies, daughters of noble families, or powerful and influential people can wear purple at will, such as Princess Anhui and the little princess of the Xunyang Prince's Mansion."
“Ouyang Lianghan, you come from a poor family, so you’re used to wearing plain clothes. Purple clothes happen to symbolize this kind of nobility. How could you not like it? Like many poor scholars in the Great Zhou, you have a taste for noble ladies. Even if you refuse to admit it, your preference for colors still betrays your little thoughts.”
"Alright, I'll take your honesty and admit that you didn't realize it. But now that I've brought it up, you can't just deny it outright, can you?"
“Ouyang Lianghan, you need to look at your own heart. This is not something to be ashamed of. Who in the world doesn’t like a noblewoman? The popular custom of marrying a woman from one of the five noble families is a manifestation of this. Of course, it would be even better if she were completely obedient to you, so you could maintain your pride and claim that a true man should be like this.”
At this point, she changed the subject:
"So, Ouyang Lianghan, aren't you secretly quite proud of this? You, a poor scholar who rose from humble beginnings, managed to win over a noble lady from a wealthy and powerful family... Tsk tsk, even though I'm a woman, thinking about it makes me feel quite pleased."
"Forehead……"
Ouyang Rong noticed that this lady historian seemed rather talkative today, spouting out so much information like beans pouring from a bamboo tube, with a whole set of reasoning in her head.
It seems that Lady Historian could publish a book now.
Before he could react or utter a rebuttal, he saw Rong Zhen suddenly look away from him, and she sneered as she asked:
"Hmph, you only admit it honestly after I expose your little scheme and leave you speechless, right? You're so slippery. How about this, Ouyang Lianghan? When I return to the capital, I'll ask the Emperor for your merits and, reluctantly and slightly against my principles, say a few good words for you so that the Emperor can grant you a marriage, perhaps a princess or something. What do you think?"
As she spoke, Rongzhen looked away, revealing a disgusted expression, as if she didn't think much of it but was reluctantly helping.
Ouyang Rong fell silent.
The atmosphere between the two was somewhat deathly still.
Rong Zhen waited a while, then glanced at him sideways.
"I'm asking you a question," she urged impatiently.
Ouyang Rong spoke rather cautiously:
"Your Excellency, is it possible... that the Prime Minister of the Council of State in this dynasty also wears purple robes? Is it possible that even a poor scholar in this dynasty can enter the Council of State and be ranked alongside noble sons and daughters of wealthy families? Is it possible that, compared to marrying a noblewoman and living off her, the men of the Great Zhou generally aspire to achieve great deeds, become generals and prime ministers, and be bestowed purple robes by the emperor?"
Rong Zhen:......
Awkward.
Upon hearing this, the air between the two became thick with awkwardness.
"Deputy Supervisor Song."
At this moment, the respectful calls of female officials could be heard from not far away.
The two turned their heads and saw an old woman with white eyes, dressed in a dark black palace robe with gold embroidery, walking towards the water room.
"Senior Song."
Rongzhen immediately went to greet her, her little face serious.
It was as if nothing had happened.
The arrival of Granny Song saved the two from an awkward situation.
Ouyang Rong calmly took out a string of sandalwood prayer beads that he had prepared in advance from his sleeve, put his palm through them, followed Rong Zhen, walked forward, and greeted her.
"Deputy Supervisor Song."
Granny Song glanced at Rong Zhen, then at Ouyang Rong, and asked:
"Have you two finished talking?"
Rong Zhen turned her head and immediately asked, "Does Scholar Ouyang have any other important business to attend to?"
Ouyang Rong: ...
Granny Song seemed to have something important to discuss with Rongzhen.
Xie Lingjiang toured the Xunyang Grottoes and then returned to find her senior brother.
The two rested for a while before preparing to leave.
Rong Zhen returned and escorted Ouyang Rong to the door.
On the way, Rongzhen and Xie Lingjiang didn't have any conflict, probably because Ouyang Rong's explanation to his junior sister on the carriage ride back last time had an effect.
Ouyang Rong breathed a slight sigh of relief.
However, their brief conversation before parting made him a little uneasy, and he almost popped the champagne halfway through the night.
"This hairpin is quite beautiful, Lady Rong. It must be expensive."
"Whether it's cheap or not, Miss Xie, don't you know?" Rong Zhen retorted.
Xie Lingjiang chuckled and touched the jade hairpin adorned with mandarin ducks in her hair:
"I'm not sure, it seems to be in high demand but not readily available. But it's all based on other people's tastes, so I'll just leave it at that."
Rongzhen nodded in agreement: "Indeed, it's just other people's taste; I don't appreciate anything good about it either."
Xie Lingjiang glanced at the hairpin that had become a hit after Li Guo'er promoted it, and smiled slightly, nodding indifferently.
A smile played on her lips, subtly conveying understanding and kindness.
Rong Zhen didn't smile; her face remained as stern as ever. She pursed her lips, turned around, and left.
...
Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang did not see Wang Caozhi until they left Xunyang Grottoes.
I wonder what this kid is busy with.
You know what, when Ouyang Rong went to the Xunyang Grottoes construction site, he felt a little out of place without those wolf-like howls of "Good brother-in-law".
"Is Senior Brother's visit to Rong Zhen related to the news Fellow Daoist Lu brought yesterday?"
"More or less." Ouyang Rong said succinctly, "Actually, it's related to the Yunmeng Order. As for Lady Rong, I at least know about the meeting."
Inside the carriage, Xie Lingjiang looked thoughtful.
Ouyang Rong lifted the carriage curtain, and the carriage slowly drove into the west gate.
Ouyang Rong first returned to Xunyangfang and went to the Jiangzhou main hall, with Xie Lingjiang accompanying him.
Sure enough, Ouyang Rong caught Yuan Huaimin sneaking around fishing, and after a moment's hesitation, gave him a good whipping.
Seeing Yuan Huaimin's resentful and miserable expression as he was completely under his senior brother's thumb, Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but chuckle.
"My lord, Miss Xie."
As soon as the two stepped out of the main hall, Yan Liulang approached them, first greeting Xie Lingjiang, then turning to report the news to Ouyang Rong:
"Pei Shisan Niang sent word that the first batch of rented houses you've been overseeing in Xingzifang were handed over today, and some residents have moved in. She and her companions have prepared a ribbon-cutting ceremony this afternoon and would like to invite you, Your Excellency, to attend..."
"OK."
Ouyang Rong nodded slightly, then, remembering something, turned and asked:
"Junior Sister, what are your plans? Will you come with me to Xingzifang this afternoon, or will you return to the Prince's Mansion?"
Xie Lingjiang hesitated for a moment, then said:
"Sister Guo'er may go out this afternoon to worship Buddha at a famous ancient temple in Kuanglu. I promised her a long time ago, so I may not be able to accompany my senior brother this afternoon."
She muttered, "I'll probably be back very late, so I won't be able to go see my senior brother for dinner."
"It's alright, please be careful."
Ouyang Rong said in a serious tone.
"Um."
Xie Lingjiang smiled faintly.
After discussing the matter, Ouyang Rong did not immediately go to Xingzifang.
As noon approached, Ouyang Rong, along with Xie Lingjiang and Yan Liulang, went back to the Huaiye Lane residence for lunch.
Zhen Shuyuan warmly welcomed them.
After the meal, Ouyang Rong prepared to send his junior sister back to the Xunyang Prince's Mansion, but she asked to take Xiao Mo Jingmiaosi out to play with her.
Ouyang Rong agreed without hesitation.
The three of them went together and arrived at the Xunyang Prince's Mansion.
Xie Lingjiang got out of the car, along with the restless little Mo Jing who was looking around nervously, and headed straight for Meiyingzhai to find Li Guo'er.
Before leaving, Ouyang Rong faintly heard Miao Si whispering to her junior sister:
"Little Xie, we're going to the temple to worship Buddha this afternoon. Your Excellency, Demon Saint, are you coming?"
"Your Excellency, the Demon Saint?"
“It’s the one whose fearsome name is ‘You Gut’ and whose real name is mysterious and unknown,” Miao Si said with an air of seriousness.
Xie Lingjiang: ...
“You should go, Sister Guo’er might need to take it with her,” she said.
Miao Si muttered, "Then this fairy should bring more osmanthus cakes; success or failure hinges on this..."
Ouyang Rong was speechless at the little ink spirit who was not doing his job properly.
He had originally planned to urge it to produce spirit ink as usual, but his junior sister was there and took over the task, gently reassuring him not to rush and that she would help.
Seeing Xie Lingjiang patiently dealing with Miaosi, Ouyang Rong thought that his junior sister had a talent for taking care of mischievous children.
At the entrance of the Prince's Mansion, Ouyang Rong was about to leave when he remembered something, got out of the carriage, and entered the mansion.
However, instead of going to Meiyingzhai, he went to Lixian's study.
Li Xian was not there, so he waited for a while before the old steward, Uncle Shun, brought Li Xian back.
"Oh, Tanlang, what brings you here? Come, come, please have a seat."
Li Xian entered the door carrying a purple bamboo fishing rod and a large fish basket that was full of fish.
He seemed to have returned in a hurry, forgetting to put down what he was carrying. After entering the study, he hurriedly handed the fishing rod and basket to the servant in blue behind him.
He wiped his hands with a handkerchief, acted as if nothing had happened, and stepped forward to warmly greet Ouyang Rong.
However, Ouyang Rong, with his sharp eyes, spotted a large, jumping fish in the fish basket in Li Xian's hand.
"What is Lianghan looking at?" Li Xian suddenly asked. Before Ouyang Rong could answer, he sighed, "Hey, your aunt is very strict. I haven't fished in a long time. I tried it a little today, but my skills are still a bit rusty. Don't laugh, Lianghan."
Ouyang Rong's lips twitched slightly.
Uncle, could you hide that smug look on your face before you say that?
He casually praised, "Your Highness is too modest. That basket is full. I think there's a bluefish inside that weighs at least ten pounds."
"Sixteen catties, one tael, and three mace," Li Xian said with a serious expression.
Ouyang Rong: ...
After a short while, they got down to business.
"Last time, the prince said that the Prince Xiang's residence had helped find a surviving authentic work by Tao Yuanming. I wonder if this authentic work has been sent over yet."
"Oh right, I almost forgot, Lianghan, just a moment, we're here."
Li Xian slapped his forehead and immediately went to search the desk.
"It was delivered yesterday, and Guo'er borrowed it last night. It was just returned this morning. I haven't had a chance to give it to Tanlang yet. Tanlang, you've come at just the right time... I found it here."
Li Xian handed over a sandalwood box.
Ouyang Rong took it and immediately opened it.
A piece of paper with withered yellow corners lay quietly in the box.
Upon seeing the faintly familiar, hastily written characters, Ouyang Rong breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appearing on his lips.
He closed the box, clasped his hands in farewell.
"Thank you for your help, Your Highness. I will take my leave now."
"Not at all, Lianghan, remember to come over tomorrow and we'll eat this sixteen-pound, one-and-three-qian grass carp together."
"..."
...
Ouyang Rong made an excuse and returned to the Huaiye Lane residence first.
Yan Liulang and the others who accompanied him waited in the hall.
Ouyang Rong returned to his quiet study and took out a small wine gourd, a tinderbox, and a brazier.
All three were prepared in advance.
He returned to the table, opened the sandalwood box, and took out a genuine work by Tao Yuanming.
"In my youth I had no taste for worldly ways, and by nature I loved hills and mountains... but I mistakenly fell into the net of worldly affairs, and thirty years have passed since then."
"A caged bird longs for its old forest, a fish in a pond yearns for its former deep pool... I'll clear the wasteland on the southern edge of the fields, and return to my garden to live a simple life..."
As Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes and recited the poem, he casually tossed Tao Yuanming's original work, titled "Returning to the Countryside," into the fire pit.
The bright orange light shone on his earnest and focused face, and the withered yellow paper turned to ashes in the dancing flames.
Ouyang Rong carefully collected the handful of ashes and poured them into the wine gourd, mixing them into the murky wine.
He turned his head slightly.
On a table not far away, the zither-shaped Mo family sword box that had been brought back opened spontaneously with a "click".
Almost without a visible trail, an arc had already hovered above the desk, and a treasured red and black talisman fell from mid-air, slowly drifting into the brazier.
It was brought here by [craftsmanship].
Following the same method, Ouyang Rong poured all the embers and ash of the red and black talismans into the small wine gourd.
Completed.
Ouyang Rong picked up the wine gourd and shook it.
The gourd of wine and talisman water used to summon Huang Feihong for divine decree at the Xingzi Lake construction site was also made in this way, and the process appears to be correct.
In fact, he could have chosen to swallow the paper and the red and black talismans whole.
But it still feels a bit strange, so I'll just drink water to take it; it'll be more convenient.
Ouyang Rong remembered vividly how Li Dalang swallowed the talisman left by Master Yuan.
[Craftsmanship] Disappeared.
The Mo family sword case on the table not far away clicked shut.
Ouyang Rong shook his wine gourd, picked up the zither-shaped sword box, and strode out the door.
In the afternoon, a great act of merit should be waiting for him in Xingzifang. This is one of the results of his recent stay in Xingzifang.
...
Xingzifang, Qingyang Hengjie.
It was bustling with activity, and the place was packed with people.
In fact, Qingyang Hengjie was demolished and leveled long ago because it was close to the Xingzi Lake construction site.
On Qingyang Hengjie Street, rows of simple, brand-new courtyards have sprung up from the ground, restoring the street's appearance.
Ouyang Rong, dressed in a neat crimson official robe, arrived at Qingyang Heng Street. As soon as he got off the carriage, he was surrounded by a crowd who walked forward together, looking him up and down.
"Young master, you've arrived!"
Before long, Pei Shisan Niang arrived, her face beaming with joy, and followed Ouyang Rong.
This beautiful woman, draped in a purple and gold robe, wore an elegant and dignified gown, her face beaming with joy.
All of this foreshadows the extraordinary nature of today.
Ouyang Rong remained silent, surveyed the courtyard, selected a few rooms, and walked around them. Pei Shisan Niang composed herself and followed behind with a somewhat serious expression, as did Yan Liulang and the others... The entire group silently followed behind the young governor, the atmosphere somewhat quiet.
Before long, Ouyang Rong, who was walking at the front with his hands behind his back, left a courtyard and suddenly nodded: "Thirteenth Sister, you've worked hard."
“Young Master…” Pei Shisan Niang choked up a little, and her eyes welled up with tears.
However, since she was wearing makeup, she quickly wiped the corner of her eye with her sleeve to avoid smudging her face.
Yan Liulang smiled. Before, the Ming family used to call her "Madam Pei," which was polite but distant. Now, whether intentionally or unintentionally, he casually called her "Thirteenth Sister," and the difference in their relationship was obvious. How could Pei Thirteenth Sister not be overjoyed and cry tears of joy? Being accepted by the Ming family was like a long-suffering daughter-in-law finally becoming a mother-in-law.
"Let's go, we can talk as we walk."
Ouyang Rong put his hands behind his back and strode towards the ribbon-cutting ceremony location at the street corner ahead.
Pei Shisan Niang and the other Yang merchants followed closely behind, chattering amongst themselves as they explained the current situation to Ouyang Rong.
Previously, due to the forced construction of the Xingzi Lake Buddha, the Jiangzhou government and the Yangzhou Chamber of Commerce led by Pei Shisan Niang forcibly expropriated most of the "dangerous houses and old residences" in the Xingzifang slum, under the guise of renovation and urban renewal, or under the pretext of repairing the environmental facilities around the Donglin Buddha.
Originally, Pei Shisan Niang and others acquired these old residential lands to build a series of luxury mansions, aiming to ride the wave of Xunyang City's booming development in Qixunyangfang and Xiushuifang, inflate housing prices, and attract wealthy people from Jiangnan to spend lavishly.
Previously, they were even willing to donate funds to support the Donglin Buddha in Xingzifang for this purpose, since they could always make it back. As long as the Jiangzhou government and its officials took the lead and helped deal with the holdouts and troublemakers, that would be enough.
Unfortunately, the Xingzi Lake Buddha collapsed later, and Lin Cheng, Wang Lengran, and others perished. Even Shen Bingqiang, the most radical vice president of the Yangzhou Chamber of Commerce, died.
Power in Jiangzhou returned to the hands of Ouyang Rong, the Sima of Jiangzhou.
The residents of Xingzifang, who had lost their affordable housing, were full of complaints against the Yangzhou merchants.
The Yangzhou merchants who acquired the land were naturally dumbfounded, and suddenly found themselves in the eye of the storm.
Fortunately, the acting governor Ouyang Lianghan seemed to have let bygones be bygones, and at the same time, the shrewd and worldly-wise Chairman Pei had subtly become the young governor's subordinate, so the situation didn't seem too bad.
Ouyang Rong's decision to let these Yangzhou merchants go was not entirely out of kindness, but rather because they would be of great use to him.
These days, he had Pei Shisan Niang organize them, and with Jiangzhou Datang taking the lead, they planned to build unified rental housing in several batches, unifying the rent in Xingzifang, so as to benefit the people who came to Xunyang to find work.
The first batch of government-subsidized rental housing has just been completed and put into use.
These rental houses are not luxurious or beautiful. The reason they were built so quickly is that they were only intended for people to live in. As long as the quality meets the standards, they don't need any fancy decorations, but they have everything that is necessary for daily living.
Even with its simplicity, it's enough to live in, much more comfortable than those old houses I've lived in for decades, where you had to be careful not to let a sneeze cause a collapse.
Moreover, in the long run, unified regulation by the government can effectively curb the upward trend of rents in Xingzifang.
However, such renovation projects for collectively rented housing also harbor hidden dangers.
Firstly, in the short term, it is likely to cause strong public dissatisfaction.
The simplest solution is that if you want to renovate these houses in a unified manner, in addition to dealing with those stubborn landlords, you also need to get the tenants who have already moved in to move out first.
Where are you going to put them? If there are other places to live, why would they choose to live in the slums of Xingzifang?
Moreover, with so many people moving away, there were a whole host of trivial matters and costs involved. After bearing these costs themselves, they naturally harbored resentment and dissatisfaction towards the government. They even felt that the Jiangzhou government was just making empty promises and taking the opportunity to drive away poor people like them...
Anyway, rumors can spread like wildfire, and all sorts of rumors can circulate.
Fortunately, brave and selfless individuals like Wang Lengran and Lin Cheng have already taken the lead in clearing the way, reclaiming the old houses and driving away most of the residents of Xingzifang.
Ouyang Rong came to clean up the mess and put out the fire.
To put it more vividly, Xingzifang's situation has already reached a low point, and no matter which way it goes, it will only go up.
Everyone regarded him as a savior, not to mention that his "unified rental housing" plan combined local customs and traditions of Xunyang, and the effect was already very good and immediate.
In addition, Ouyang Rong essentially got a free ride on Pei Shisan Niang and the Yangzhou merchant group behind her for the implementation costs of this unified rental housing renovation project, as most of the funds were raised by them.
Ouyang Rong was initially a little embarrassed.
I felt bad for letting Pei Shisan Niang and the others work at a complete loss, so I'm going to have them build some luxury mansions in the Xingzi Lake construction site area to recoup some of the losses.
However, Pei Shisan Niang, who had been influenced by Yan Liulang's words and Mingfu's dazzling presence for a long time, did not immediately agree. After returning home and thinking it over, she came up with a new and feasible plan the next day, drawing inferences from the previous one:
Turning all these vacant lots into rental housing would allow for cost control through economies of scale, enabling them to recoup their investment within the next five years while also providing a stable monthly cash flow... This is acceptable.
Ouyang Rong was quite surprised by this. His impression of this previously profit-driven merchant woman changed considerably, and he immediately nodded in agreement. The current plan was being implemented according to this improved scheme, and the project was considered a complete success…
In the afternoon, under the sunlight, at a crowded street corner, Ouyang Rong arrived amidst a throng of people.
Amidst a joyous atmosphere, the ribbon-cutting ceremony was successfully completed...
Then, the first batch of residents in the collectively rented housing began to move in.
These courtyards will be given priority to the original tenants and residents of Qingyang Hengjie, who are the most direct victims of the Xingzi Lake Buddha. The remaining courtyards will be rented out at a uniformly low price, lower than the average rent before the reconstruction. The process will be presided over by about ten officials from the Jiangzhou Municipal Bureau of Commerce, who will sign long-term rental contracts.
After an afternoon, the residents of Xingzifang moved in one after another.
Ouyang Rong inspected the area and found no major problems, a smile appearing on his face.
Immediately, my attention fell on the continuous, crisp sound of the wooden fish drum in my ears...
evening.
A sizable restaurant in Xingzifang is hosting a celebratory banquet, spearheaded by Pei Shisan Niang and other Yangzhou merchants.
Halfway through the banquet, Ouyang Rong excused himself and left the table.
I went to a secluded spot in the stairwell, closed my eyes, and entered the Merit Pagoda.
[Merit: 8,229]
Looking at the cyan-gold numbers above the little wooden fish, which had multiplied several times over.
Ouyang Rong looked surprised.
Although my ears were ringing non-stop all afternoon, I didn't expect so many.
Before today, the merits from the small wooden fish were only around three thousand, but this time they have increased by more than five thousand.
But after thinking about it, it seems normal.
Things that directly affect people's basic needs like food, clothing, housing, and transportation naturally generate a great deal of positive feedback.
Moreover, with Wang Lengran and others as a comparison, Ouyang Rong naturally had an excellent reputation.
Furthermore, the first batch of rented houses in Xingzifang was definitely the most impressive and widely known, its fame spreading to many prefectures and counties in Jiangnan.
The subsequent batches of rental housing will certainly not cause as much of a stir as they are now. At most, it will be the residents who move in who feel grateful and reciprocate the good deeds.
So today he has gained most of the merit he could from this Xingzifang unified rental housing project. What follows is a long-tail effect, a steady stream of benefits.
Ouyang Rong nodded in satisfaction.
For a moment, he thought about repairing Xunyangfang and Xiushuifang as well, but after calming down, he dismissed the idea.
This opportunity for Xingzifang is a once-in-a-lifetime chance. He has cleaned up the mess left by Wang Lengran and others. The people of Xingzifang whose interests were harmed are now cursing Wang Lengran, Lin Cheng and others, even though they have already been dismissed and their names will be infamous for a hundred years.
That's why Ouyang Rong was able to push forward the unified rental housing project in Xingzifang without any obstacles. Otherwise, he could have tried doing the same thing in the other neighborhoods.
In that case, his short-term reputation would probably not be that of a righteous and upright official, but rather a hot-headed and incorruptible official who loves to cause trouble and doesn't care about the people's livelihood. He's full of enthusiasm but does foolish things, and he just keeps doing them without saying a word.
Leaving the Pagoda of Merit, Ouyang Rong exhaled a long breath of alcohol, feeling much more sober on the stairwell.
He vigorously rubbed his slightly tipsy face.
He's been being careful these days and doesn't drink outside the home, but today was an exception, as he was offered quite a few drinks.
Although Yan Liulang helped stop many people, he was also a bit tipsy.
I had planned to go to the quiet courtyard this evening to have dinner with the embroiderer, but the celebration banquet has delayed me. I don't know if I'll have time to go there after I finish dealing with this banquet. I can't go to see the embroiderer while I'm drunk.
Doesn't Yang Lianghan, who can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, have any pride?
Ouyang Rong sighed and nodded, then went to wash his face before returning to the banquet...
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