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Chapter 527 Two Balls of Fire (please vote for me!)

The entrance to the Huaiye Lane mansion.

Under everyone's expectant gaze, Ouyang Rong was silent for a while and then spoke to Li Xian:
"It is a blessing for the people of Xunyang that the prince is here to do what he wants. Tomorrow I will visit Rong Zhen Nv Shi and ask the Nv Shi to come and have a look. She is the envoy sent by His Majesty to Xunyang City. If His Majesty is here in person, and he will definitely not sit idly by and allow His Majesty's holy name to be damaged.

"Prince, Crown Prince, Yuan Changshi, please leave slowly without seeing me off."

Li Xian looked a little disappointed, Li Dalang and Yuan Huaimin were about to speak but stopped.

From the moment she left the house, Li Guo'er's clear eyes were fixed on the calm face of the weak-headed young man whom she and her father had repeatedly persuaded him to accept calmly not long ago, as if she wanted to get some clues from it.

At this moment, she was a little silent after hearing this.

Just when everyone was disappointed one after another and turned around to leave.

Ouyang Rong suddenly turned his head and called Yan Liulang.

With a calm face, he asked a question that had nothing to do with the matter of the old woman of the Wang family:

"Have Liu Lang and Chen Canjun finished the renovation of the west city gate?"

Everyone could see that things were actually going well, but regarding the demolition of Wang's house, which was related to the Xingzifang statue, Tan Lang's attitude was obviously a little distant and polite, and he avoided talking about the heated news on Qingyang Heng Street.

After a moment of silence, he pulled out a drawing from under a pile of poems and essays scattered randomly on his desk.

The desk seemed to have not been tidied up for many days, and Ouyang Rong also told Ye Weila not to move it.

The next day, Jiangzhou lobby.

Ouyang Rong said with a smile and waved goodbye.

"Okay." After hearing this, Ouyang Rong nodded gently, turned to Li Xian, Li Dalang and others who looked a little curious and explained:
"The old city gate is an old problem. Many people have complained about this before. The previous Jiangzhou officials thought it was troublesome and did not waste time and effort to seal the gate and repair it. The main reason is that it easily affects the flow of people in and out.

Yan Liulang remembered that the renovation of the West City Gate was the day after the Ming Dynasty and Miss Xie returned from the front line in Hongzhou. Jiang Governor Shi Yuanhuaimin came to him and Chen You and issued an administrative order.

It seems to be waiting for the return of the Buddha's head in the distance.

He bent down and lit the oil lamp, sat down in front of the desk, and sat there for a while.

The young man turned off the lights and returned to the bedroom.

Xie Lingjiang stayed for a while, talked to Zhen Shuyuan for a while, and finally left reluctantly.

Perhaps this is the reason why after the Ming Dynasty left the position of chief historian, he still thought about it and never forgot to ask the new chief historian to pay attention to this important matter of people's livelihood.

On the way, Zhen Shuyuan asked curiously:

At this moment, whether it is the Xunyang Grottoes in reality or the extremely detailed drawings everywhere.

"A few days ago, when I came back from the front line and passed the city gate, I found that some of the bricks and tiles above my head were indeed old and might have become loose and fallen, injuring passers-by. It just so happened that Yuan Sima also paid attention to this decision, so we took it together. We hit it off right away, so it’s better to practice.

None of the female relatives asked any more questions.

He took out one of the sheets, lowered his head and looked at it under the lamp for a while. After a while, he returned it to its original owner, put it back, and stuffed it under the pile of books.

In the kitchen, he accompanied the women and washed the dishes together. In fact, he didn't need to do these things at all.

It is the detailed drawing of the headless Buddha carved in stone that has been suspended at Xunyang Grottoes... all designed around the size of the Buddha provided by Rong Zhen and Si Tianjian.

It's just that Yan Liulang didn't expect that Mingfu would ask him directly tonight, or go beyond a certain level of Shangguan. However, Yuan Changshi had a good relationship with Mingfu, so it definitely didn't matter.

Ouyang Rong watched them leave, then turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

In fact, this is not the first time that the renovation of several Xunyang city gates, including the West City Gate, has been brought up. When the Ming Dynasty first took office, it was already on the agenda of Jiangzhou Hall, and it was considered a repeat of the same old tune.

Even though they had a lot to say, they had no choice but to leave one by one.

In Yinbingzhai, in a dark master bedroom, Ouyang Rong, who was sleeping in his clothes, got up, turned around and covered Ye Weilai, who had a small face with a deep sleep, with a quilt, then turned and walked to a desk.

If you have a sharp eye, you will find that the dimensions of this headless Buddha are also marked on the drawing.

I don't know if he was blaming him in his heart for being discouraged and hindered by everyone when he first came forward... Li Xian looked ashamed and hesitated to speak, while Yuan Huaimin and his party looked helpless.

"By the way, Tanlang, how much is the market price of pork today? Why haven't I seen you talking about it recently?"

But Ouyang Rong is idle now, so he might as well listen to the gossips of the little girls in the kitchen while washing the dishes.

It was rare that Ouyang Rong was not late.

Soon the moon reached the middle of the sky and quietly hid in the clouds.

The moonlight outside the window falls on the drawing, and you can faintly see the pattern of a headless Buddha sitting with its back on the cliff.

"For the specific strategy, I will ask Yuan Changshi to ask Chen You and Chen to join the army. He has been in charge of city defense all year round and is familiar with all the city gates. He should be able to come up with a suitable plan... This can be regarded as what I can give to Xunyang City. The last practical thing to do, the last bit of residual energy, as for the remaining important things, I will have to worry about the prince and Yuan Changshi in the future. "

The neck of the Buddha is empty.

But later on, all the manpower and material resources of Jiangzhou Hall were invested in the Xunyang Grottoes with the twin peaks... At present, the construction of Xunyang Grottoes is suspended and replaced by the Xingzifang Giant Buddha, which is more time-saving and labor-saving. Jiangzhou Hall has some spare capacity and can Make some repairs to these old gates.

Later, he vaguely heard that this matter was actually proposed privately to the new chief Shi Yuan Huaimin by the Ming Dynasty, who was idle as Sima in Jiangzhou, and was accepted by him.

……

In Yuehua Deep Courtyard, people have been decided for the first time.

Ouyang Rong smiled and said nothing.

He answered patiently.

Yan Liulang was stunned for a moment and immediately shook his head:
"No, there is still a little bit of tail left. Brother Chen will stay there to preside over the renovation..."

This made Yuan Huaimin and other colleagues somewhat uncomfortable.

But when they saw Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen walking together, everyone felt relieved.

The two often travel together recently.

After hearing what Ouyang Rong said, Rong Zhen asked directly:

"Qingyang Hengjie? Ouyang Lianghan, do you want to interfere?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head gently, "Ms. Shi is more suitable to go."

"It's good that you know. Now that the storm is at the forefront, if you act impulsively, it will be over. Your Majesty will be watching every move you make. Jiangzhou Sima, please do not interfere in the affairs of the chief historian and the governor.

"I know about this. I'll go and take a look later. You are in a good state now. You have a clear mind and few desires. You don't cause trouble and you don't have so many worries..."

Looking at her serious and pretty face, Ouyang Rong smiled.

After a while, I watched Rong Zhen leave in a hurry.

……

night.

On Qingyang Street, where most people have moved out, a carriage is parked in the alley.

Except for a few nail shops, Qingyang Street was almost empty, and the atmosphere was supposed to be quiet.

However, the Chengtian Temple next door was being constructed in full swing overnight, so naturally there was a lot of noise. "President Wang, what do Master Lin and the others say?"

In the carriage, Shen Bingqiang couldn't wait to ask as soon as Pei Shisanniang returned.

Pei Shisanniang sighed:

"President Wang and Mr. Lin asked us to figure it out. This place must be vacated before tomorrow. The deadline is."

"Let's see what we can do? How can we just do that?"

Shen Bingqiang frowned and asked in displeasure.

This evening, Wang Lengran, Lin Cheng, Prince Xunyang and his son, Shi Rongzhen and others came to Qingyang Heng Street again to visit and persuade Mrs. Wang and her family.

That Rong Zhennv Shi was a regular visitor the day before yesterday, and her attitude towards Lin Cheng, Wang Lengran and others was not very good. However, the two adults were very patient. Together with Pei Shisanniang and Shen Bingqiang, this cold and cold palace attire with an unfathomable background He was also groveling in front of the girl.

However, when it came to Mrs. Wang's job as a key householder, everyone, including Rong Zhennvshi, still worked in vain for a while and returned without success.

The only good news is that Mrs. Wang no longer recognized the wrong person, but she sat alone the whole time, ignoring outsiders, and muttering something that no one could understand.

Anyway, Shen Bingqiang had no patience and listened to her babbling.

"I don't care. Her two sons have already signed the house deed and the house has been sold to me. Now the house belongs to us, not hers. I have good intentions. She must move out within one day, otherwise she will be violating the law." It doesn’t matter how old she is if she lives in my property, even if the lawsuit goes to Jinluan Palace!”

Shen Bingqiang waved his hands impatiently. After a while, he didn't know what he thought of, but a cruel look appeared on his fat face, and he sneered in a low voice:

"How about we keep doing nothing and find someone to kill this old immortal thing tonight? President Pei, what do you think? I also know a few people who are involved in murder cases. Let them come and the matter will be done. Just a resettlement fee..."

"No, absolutely not!"

Pei Shisanniang raised her head and quickly tried to dissuade her.

Seeing the anxious look in the lady's eyes, the fat merchant with a sinewy face curled his lips and snorted:
"No? Haha, I fucking said it. If she dares to stay and stay in my house, that's what I do. This is called driving away thieves and old thieves legitimately. See who is afraid of who. Relying on the old and betraying the old, and giving back. Isn’t she embarrassed? If you mess with me again, I’ll have her sacked and thrown into the river tomorrow. It’s not like I’ve never done this before..."

Just when Shen Bingqiang was uttering harsh words, some noise suddenly came from not far away.

Shen Bingqiang and Pei Shisanniang looked curiously and saw a fire rising in the direction of a familiar house not far away!
"This is……"

While the two looked confused, someone was running around fetching water on the street, shouting:

"No, no, it's on fire. Mrs. Wang's bedroom is on fire! The old lady is still in there!"

Shen Bingqiang was stunned for a moment.

Pei Shisanniang looked at him with suspicion and surprise.

Shen Bingqiang wiped his face hard and stuttered a little:
"No...it's not me, his grandma's, what he did was too cruel! Aren't you afraid of big trouble? Or can you suppress it? Damn, it's so damn dark. These officials are filthier than us who sell illicit salt. !”

"Be careful!"

Pei Shisanniang scolded, looked at the fire in the distance, and said with a serious face:

"But you are right, something big is going to happen..."

……

Something big had happened.

Last night, the Wang family's house caught fire, and the location of the fire was Mrs. Wang's Buddhist temple bedroom. According to the preliminary investigation results of the Governor's Office early in the morning...

It was the gray-haired old lady who accidentally or intentionally knocked over the oil lamp, which caused the water to leak into the bedroom of the Buddhist hall and set it on fire.

Naturally, the old lady was not spared. She became a curled up and charred corpse under the cold morning sun. She was lying near the plaque dedicated to the old man of the Wang family in the Buddhist hall...

The curled up and charred corpse was wrapped in a white cloth, and was carried out of the door by several sons of the Wang family who were crying for their father and mother.

Regarding this very fast investigation result, the officialdom of Xunyang City was silent.

There is an undercurrent surging inside, and there are countless suspicions and speculations circulating.

For the whole day, the atmosphere in Xunyang City was as usual, but anyone with a discerning eye knew that the atmosphere was very strange.

Also on the same day, starting from the morning, the 13 nail households that had been in a stalemate on Qingyang Heng Street began to relent one after another.

They took the initiative to find Pei Shisanniang, Shen Bingqiang and others to discuss the sale of the house, and they were all extremely honest.

Pei Sanniang and Shen Bingqiang looked at each other with complicated eyes.

In the morning, Li Xian, Li Dalang, and the female official Rong Zhen also rushed to the scene of Qingyang Heng Street in Xingzifang to check the specific situation.

Lin Cheng and Wang Lengran's reception was business-like, with no expressions during the whole process.

Li Xian also had no expression. Li Dalang looked sideways and found that his father, who was usually docile and weak, had slightly bulging cheeks and clenched teeth. However, under the shadow of the standing Buddha in the distance, he lowered his head slightly, as if "dare not Loud words frighten the heavenly beings.”

Rong Zhen walked into the ruins of the fire in Wang's house with the same cold and gloomy face.

But soon, in the afternoon of that day, when a group of officials led by Li Xian were inspecting, something else happened.

A drunken figure of a frail young man appeared at the statue construction site next to Xingzi Lake. It may be that the construction of the Buddha was rushing for time, and it was so busy that no one noticed or stopped him during the whole process.

Wang Yu, the third son of the Wang family who had always been timid and taciturn, was dressed in plain white mourning clothes. He swayed left and right along the ladder to the right shoulder of the unfinished Buddha. He poured oil all over his body and lowered his head to throw down the fire. Zhezi jumped from a high place in front of everyone.

When the first person on the field saw him, he had already become a ball of fire in mid-air.

Accompanied by the wailing sound in the fire, after taking a break, a heavy sound similar to a "bang" was heard, and the ground beneath my feet shook.

The sound was like the dull sound of a sack falling to the ground on the dock.

It's like the sound of a lump of dough being slapped on the chopping board by a rude cook in the kitchen.

The voice echoed not far behind Li Xian, Yuan Huaimin and others who were inspecting,

Blood and fire splattered.

The wailing stopped abruptly.

But it seems that it has not left, and has been lingering in everyone's ears in the form of some distant lingering sound.

Li Xian, Li Dalang, Yuan Huaimin and other officials turned around one by one.

The entire atmosphere fell into a brief dead silence.

A cold and cold figure of a girl in palace attire who was investigating Wang Zhai not far away also quickly appeared at the scene of this strange accident.

Rong Zhen, Li Xian and other officials stared at the large pile of flesh and blood corpses on the ground.

After a while, Rong Zhen, Li Xian, Yuan Huaimin, Pei Shisanniang... everyone in the audience slowly turned their heads.

All eyes were focused on the person who was leading the group at the front and presided over the statue of Xingzifang.

From all directions, there were looks of surprise, doubt, anger or fear.

Lin Cheng shook his head expressionlessly:
"Again, I am not my lord."

(End of this chapter)