"Ouyang Lianghan, why does Yuan Changshi look so depressed?"

"Maybe I'm feeling anxious and can't hold it in any longer."

"No wonder he walked so fast."

On the bank of Xunyangfang River, outside the gate of Xunyang Tower, Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen met and exchanged a few words.

Looking at Rong Zhen who nodded, he glanced at the backs of Yuan Huaimin and Yi Qianqiu who had just disappeared from the door, and asked:

"Why is Commander Yi here?"

"I went out in the afternoon and met her at the entrance of the grotto. I mentioned the banquet tonight. She said she would also like to have a drink and enjoy the pipa music with the seniors."

Ouyang Rong thought for a while and asked again:

"Did you tell me that Brother Huaimin and I helped organize this dinner?"

"Yeah." Rong Zhen nodded and asked, "What's wrong?"

"nothing."

Ouyang Rong shook his head.

Just when he and Yuan Huaimin got out of the car, he saw Yi Qianqiu's figure. Yuan Huaimin was about to run away and get back in the car, but Yi Qianqiu's eyes were unblinking, staring at Yuan Huaimin.

Maybe he knew he couldn't run away, so Yuan Huaimin pretended not to see him and hurried to the door. Yi Qianqiu chased him in directly.

Rong Zhen suddenly frowned:

"Why do you still have a scent on your body? Look at your hair. It was after bathing and changing clothes? Why are you dressed so well, like a butterfly..."

Ouyang Rong solemnly clarified: "Bathing incense and enjoying vocal music are rituals."

Rong Zhen looked at him suspiciously.

Ouyang Rong asked back:

"What about you, Rong Nu Shi? I'm telling you, you must have been very particular about your outfit today. It's rare to see you so dressed up."

Rong Zhen has a straight face:

"Don't think too much, I am here with Princess Anhui.

"In the past, in the circle of ladies and gentlemen in Luoyang, it was considered an honor to be able to enter the palace and hear Mr. Yu in person. Most of them would dress up carefully and enter the palace to attend the saint's banquet.

"Princess Anhui respects Mr. Yu. She specially dressed up to go out today and even took me with her."

Ouyang Rong asked calmly: "Princess Anhui is here too?"

"Um."

After a while, Rong Zhen explained again:

"If Mr. Yu hadn't been able to play music, I wouldn't have been interested in being so boring."

"oh oh."

Ouyang Rong was thoughtful.

Rong Zhen turned his eyes away and sneered to himself.

After a while, she glanced behind Ouyang Rong again and asked:

"Where is Yan Canjun? Didn't you say yesterday that you would bring him with you?"

Ouyang Rong immediately replied: "Well, he has something to do. He will come back later... let's go, the dinner is about to start."

"Um."

The two entered Xunyang Tower. Before entering, Ouyang Rong turned back and glanced in the direction of Prince Xunyang's Mansion.

In the evening, he finished bathing and changing clothes. Before setting off, he specially asked Yan Liulang to bring a handwritten letter to the palace for his junior sister.

Ouyang Rong raised his head and glanced in the direction of the rooftop.

I silently gave Brother Huaimin a thumbs up...

Yuan Huaimin didn't know about someone's unjust behavior, so he could still shamelessly thank him.

After meeting his cousin Yi Qianqiu, his originally happy trip to appreciate pipa was completely ruined.

By the time Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen entered the hall on the first floor, Yuan Huaimin and Yi Qianqiu had disappeared.

After asking, I found out that Yuan Huaimin stayed in the hut for a while, and when he came out, he made an excuse for having a stomachache and went back. As for Yi Qianqiu, he should have followed him.

"Leave them alone."

Ouyang Rong waved his hand and asked the frowning Rong Zhen to continue moving forward.

The two of them came to a table in the center of the spacious hall and greeted Mr. Yu.

Soon, the Pipa dinner officially began.

Qin Qing's husband, whom he had not seen for many days, led a group of pipa-playing musicians into the stage in the center of the hall and started playing.

Today is a little different. In addition to the Qin Qing courtiers and other pipa masters, Ouyang Rong and Yuan Huaimin specially went to Xunyang City to find women who are skilled in pipa to gather together so that they can exchange pipa music together.

"Don't worry, Ms. Shi. This time, these Pipa women have been carefully searched and inspected by Liu Lang's people. They will not hurt the old gentleman."

"Um."

Seeing the expression of the old musician smiling from ear to ear at the table next door, Rong Zhen silently looked away and glanced at Ouyang Rong with a complicated expression.

Last time in the Peach Blossom Forest of Jiulu Mountain, I met a group of unfamiliar scholars who were drinking and having fun. It was a coincidence. Rong Zhen was very sensitive to danger these days and didn't want to take any risks, so he subconsciously asked people to drive them away.

, sealed off the peach blossom forest.

But in the past few days, Rong Zhen thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the old musician must have been angry at that time.

Rong Zhen pursed her lips, following the old musician these days, she listened very carefully.

Ouyang Rong, on the other hand, has always been serious.

Both of them were sitting upright.

The pipa dinner was in full swing, and the two of them discovered that Mr. Yu's smile never stopped. He seemed to like communicating with his musician friends.

Rong Zhen's face became tense as he listened.

It's not that he's not serious, but he glances at Ouyang Rong next to him from time to time.

Ouyang Rong was preparing to listen to the pipa music carefully, and he would write down two strokes in a small notebook from time to time.

This is a good habit he developed in his previous postgraduate entrance examinations - a good memory is not as good as a bad writing.

"What are you doing?" Rong Zhen suddenly asked in a lowered voice.

"Remember it, even though I don't quite understand it." Ouyang Rong said with a smile.

"Don't you have a very good memory?" Rong Zhen asked.

"It's different. A good memory is not as good as a small notebook." He said seriously.

"Yeah." Hearing this, Rong Zhen seemed to be relieved. Ouyang Rong looked at her and laughed.

Why is he so competitive?

In addition, the way the female historian asked him if he didn't understand, she was like a good school girl asking about the grades of a new rival.

Ouyang Rong was not joking. Neither he nor Rong Zhen understood the sound of pipa very well. Ouyang Rong even wondered whether Mr. Yu didn't understand pipa either and just appreciated it?

Ouyang Rong asked: "Rong Nu Shi, did the old man play the music you wanted?"

Rong Zhen frowned and shook his head, and suddenly said: "Lend it to me too."

"..." The small notebook in his hand was snatched away, and Ouyang Rong was speechless.

Soon, the dinner was spent with Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen whispering and fishing from time to time.

Yan Liulang came back halfway and whispered a few words to Ouyang Rong, who suppressed his smile.

In addition, the place on the top floor rooftop that Yuan Huaimin had originally arranged has been vacated, and Yuan Huaimin's private collection of fine wines has been sent up.

However, Yuan Huaimin left early. In addition to meeting the tigress Yi Qianqiu, he seemed to be heartbroken by his best friend.

Since Yuan Huaimin left, Ouyang Rong had no choice but to see off the guests himself.

The old musician was obviously very happy tonight. Discussing the sound of pipa with Miss Qin and others seemed to be a novel experience for him.

In the lobby on the first floor of Xunyang Building, the old musician, Mrs. Qin and a group of women who are good at pipa agreed on the next time and went out with their hands behind their backs.

Ouyang Rong took a carriage alone because he had to turn back later.

Rong Zhen and the old musician were riding in the same carriage.

The two carriages were very close to each other, driving on a riverside road, and slowly drove to the west city gate. Ouyang Rong was going to take Rong Zhen and the old musician to the city gate, and then turn back to Xunyang Tower.

It was getting late and the road was quite quiet.

Ouyang Rong opened the car curtain from time to time to check the traffic conditions, as if he was in a hurry.

However, the old musician was in poor health and the convoy could not travel too fast.

In the car next door, the old man closed his eyes and danced his fingers in the air, as if he was playing something.
To be continued...