It’s early for the county government office today.

The evening is quite leisurely, it's not dark yet.

Ouyang Rong strode out of the county government gate. He was about to return directly to Meiluyuan, but he bumped into a servant in green at the door.

"What? Invite me over for dinner?" Ouyang Rong paused.

"Yes, sir, my eldest husband has brought some jugs of good wine. I have prepared wine and food tonight and have a full table ready to welcome you."

"Dalang's teacher has recovered from his illness, so he won't be busy taking care of her anymore? Okay, I understand."

Ouyang Rong laughed and sent away the servants of the Su family.

"Fine wine? What kind of wine should I drink?"

Ouyang Rongfu muttered that after being together for so long, he and Su Dalang were not greedy drinkers, and they only drank for social purposes.

However, this did not prevent Ouyang Rong from running over to have dinner.

The last time Su Fu invited Ouyang Rong to attend his sister's birthday ceremony, Ouyang Rong thought about it afterwards and sent someone to deliver a message yesterday, but refused directly. He just said that the schedule was full and he might not be able to attend the birthday ceremony in two days.

.

Su Dalang not only didn't blame him, but also asked someone to write back and comfort him.

Ouyang Rong was quite embarrassed. It was inconvenient to extend the invitation now.

He remembered that Liu Ashan beside him did not drink, but Yan Liulang was a drinker.

Ouyang Rong turned around, returned to the county government office, went to the policeman's soap room, and called out Yan Liulang who was bragging and spanking to his fellow policemen.

The two of them went to Su Mansion together.

However, as soon as he arrived outside the Juxian Garden, he was told by the maid of the Su Mansion that he had arrived too early and that Su Dalang was still in class in the garden and would have to wait for a while.

Ouyang Rong asked the round-faced maid and learned that this time it was not Mr. Yuan, but another old Confucian.

Fortunately not, otherwise it would be awkward to meet after class later.

"Damn it, Dalang, you're letting us off the hook again!" Yan Liulang was indignant.

Ouyang Rong shook his head.

"Mr. Ouyang, Mr. Yan, please come with me and take a rest at the waterside pavilion in front of you."

Ouyang Rong and Yan Liulang were not surprised and followed him.

However, as soon as he approached the waterside pavilion, Ouyang Rong's ears twitched slightly.

In the evening the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers in the garden.

A burst of music floated leisurely.

Coming from the direction of Shuixie.

Ouyang Rong and Yan Liulang turned through a jungle.

When you enter, you can see a beautiful woman in white clothes in the waterside pavilion from a distance, with her eyebrows lowered and playing the piano.

Ding—ding—dong—dong—

Everything is quiet except for the sound of the piano.

The sound of the piano is like mountains and flowing water.

The lingering lingering feeling lingers in my ears.

Ouyang Rong and Yan Liulang looked at each other with surprise and confusion in their eyes.

"This is... there is someone here, why don't we move to another place..."

Ouyang Rong turned his head, and immediately his face was stunned, and he saw that the round-faced maid who had been following behind him disappeared without a trace.

The two of them seemed to be left where they were.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but glance at the figure in the waterside pavilion not far away.

Although the light in the evening was a bit dim, the Su Mansion was quite wealthy, and the eaves of the waterside pavilion were covered with bright lanterns.

He could see it clearly.

In the pavilion, the little beauty in white with plum blossom makeup on her forehead looked slightly familiar.

"Mingfu knows her? Is she related to Dalang?"

Yan Liulang looked at Ouyang Rong's face and couldn't help asking in a low voice.

Ouyang Rong said nothing and stood under the shade of the tree, looking at it with no intention of leaving for the waterside pavilion.

The young magistrate looked around and frowned slightly.

Yan Liulang calmed down and followed him honestly.

In the waterside pavilion, the beauty continued to play the piano with her eyes lowered, seemingly not noticing the two strangers Ouyang Rong and Yan Liulang not far away.

The sound of the piano continues.

Just like the leaves of the trees beside the pond being blown by the evening breeze.

Sometimes urgently, sometimes slowly.

Sometimes the sound of the piano is like mountain spring water, clear and transparent, and the style gradually becomes more beautiful and bright.

Sometimes it is like a single peak on a high mountain, lonely and lonely, with a slow rhythm, as if there is a hidden sadness that no one can explain and talk about.

Ouyang Rong and Yan Liulang waited for a long time under the shade of the tree amidst the sound of the piano, but no round-faced maid or Su Dalang and others came to disturb them.

The two couldn't help but look at each other.

finally.

The song is over.

In the pavilion, the little beauty with plum blossom makeup stood up immediately, dressed in white, walked out of the waterside pavilion, hugged the piano and walked away.

It seemed that Ouyang Rong and Yan Liulang were not found during the whole process.

"Mingfu, what's the name of this piece?

"Although I'm a rough person and didn't understand it, the melody is quite pleasant, many times better than the music played in the teahouse I often go to.

"Well, the piano in the hands of this pretty young lady is probably an expensive and fine piano. How can an ordinary piano have such a sound?"

Yan Liulang nodded and asked curiously towards the back of a young county magistrate standing silently in front of him with frowning eyebrows and pursed lips.

Ouyang Rong looked serious, but shook his head: "I don't understand, but it seems very powerful."

"..."

Yan Liulang said speechlessly: "Then Mingfu was so absorbed in listening to it. Just now I saw Mingfu's appearance, and I thought I already understood it. I was admiring it silently, and I didn't dare to nag you out loud..."

Ouyang Rong smiled sheepishly.

After the beautiful lady holding the piano left, the waterside pavilion became empty, and Su Dalang was still not seen after class. The two of them walked towards the brightly lit waterside pavilion.

On the waterfront trail, the young county magistrate who was walking in front touched his chin, his face seemed to be thinking for a moment, and he turned back and said seriously:

"This song...may be "High Mountains and Flowing Waters."

"High mountains and flowing water? The Ming Dynasty is still more powerful."

"I guessed it, do you believe it?" Ouyang Rong nodded.

Laughing to death, this one is the most famous, he has only heard of this one.

Yan Liulang naturally shook his head in disbelief.

The two of them walked into the pavilion and wanted to take a seat, but suddenly their eyes were attracted to a certain location in the pavilion.

"Hey, Mingfu, what is this?"

Yan Liulang asked, pointing to a red painted pavilion pillar directly in front of him.

"I guess it's poetry." Ouyang Rong nodded again.

"..." Yan Liulang was speechless, "Mingfu, I have eyes and can read a little bit. Of course I know that this is a poem, but how could it be written on the pavilion pillar?"

After a pause, the perceptive detective in blue asked doubtfully:

"On the day Mr. Yuan fell into the water, when we came over, there was no writing on the pavilion pillars. And why did the writing look like the ink was still wet and was newly written not long ago?"

As soon as this question came out, the two of them looked at the stone table in the center of the waterside pavilion where a young girl with plum blossom makeup had just sat.

There is a pair of pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.

In the fish-shaped inkstone, there is a piece of pitch-black ink that shines brightly under the lantern.

Ouyang Rong and Yan Liulang couldn't help but look back in the direction where the beautiful lady holding the piano left just now.

The two looked at each other.

"Mingfu, this is written to us...you?" Yan Liulang changed his mind and asked.

"I don't know, maybe."

Ouyang Rong shook his head and turned to look at the line of beautiful ink characters on the pavilion pillar.

Yanrokuro, who didn't know much about literacy, looked at it carefully for a while, but by chance, he had just enough vocabulary to pronounce it:
To be continued...