Rain drips from the eaves of the blue-tiled roof.
The elegant house seemed to be surrounded by a curtain made of rain.
Looking out from inside the house, the whole world seems to be shrouded in mist.
There was a closed umbrella leaning against the wall next to the door.
Inside the open door, there were two young men with different temperaments gathered around the table.
One person is writing, and the other person is studying the ink and passing the pen.
"Brother Lianghan, did you hear what Miss Xie said? In fact, my sister may not be very...forget it, but Brother Lianghan's birthday gift is indeed elegant, and it can be considered a thoughtful gesture..."
Su Fu looked at Ouyang Rong who was writing silently with his head down. He hesitated for a moment and swallowed his words. After praising him, he asked curiously:
"Come back and come back, the fields will be barren and will not return... Go back and come back to say goodbye? Is this its name? It is interesting. The poem has the style of a hidden gentleman..."
Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes with a calm expression and did not reply.
However, his mouth opened and closed slightly, as if he was reading something silently.
The five fingers of the right hand hold the pen like a hook, and the other hand holds the wide sleeve of the right hand for writing, blocking the wet ink staining the paper.
Ouyang Rongzheng silently restored this "Ci of Returning" according to some distant and vague memories in his mind.
Fortunately, the dead language is different from the dead high number.
The former is a jingle. It is easy to blurt it out just by following the memory.
The latter is a reminder of death. I only remember a name, such as the pinch theorem or something. It's so funny that it's definitely not the literal meaning, but I don't know what it is used for.
Everything I learned before has been thrown away to the ends of the earth. Just thinking about it makes my head hurt.
But having said that, Ouyang Rong has been in this world for so long, and he has made a profound discovery that the dynasty figures and cultural customs in this world are indeed similar to the prosperous Tang Dynasty in the previous life.
Some celebrity events and historical processes exist in both worlds.
For example, in the Southern and Northern Dynasties in Qing Dynasty, there were five surnames, Qiwang, Guanlong nobles, etc.
Another example is that Tao Yuanming, a famous scholar in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, did write a poem called "Returning to Lai Xi Ci" after serving as a county magistrate for 81 days and resigning without giving up for five buckets of rice.
But some are different.
For example, the first emperor Zheng Ge, who lived thousands of years ago, did seek immortality in his later years.
However, he once heard his junior sister let it slip that the First Emperor did indeed seek the "Elixir of Immortality" in the end, but it was not an elixir, Ganoderma lucidum, but the name of the sword that assassinated him.
A bit of a hell joke.
However, it can be seen that the deviation between this world and the previous life seems to be caused by the extraordinary power of the pre-Qin Qi practitioners.
In some key historical trends, there is often interference and interference.
Ouyang Rong has learned a little about these extraordinary powers these days.
In addition to the ridiculous skills of the little junior sister, there is also the bronze mask of the Jade Lady Fairy.
However, the life and death of the Jade Immortal is still uncertain at the moment. The latter is being kept in the custody of my junior sister. When I asked her last time, my junior sister said that she would study it carefully...
Therefore, Ouyang Rong is not sure whether the "Return and Lai Xi Ci" written by Tao Yuanming in his previous life and this world are the same.
But hadn't he heard from Master Shandao before that the remaining single chapter could no longer be found in Donglin Temple?
So as a person who mistakenly memorized the original text and entered this world by mistake, whatever Ouyang Rong wrote is what he wrote.
The final right of interpretation belongs to him. It is estimated that even if he wrote a wrong word or something, no one would correct him.
While Ouyang Rong was thinking, he had vaguely written most of the poems and poems in his hand, but at this moment, when he stopped writing and applying ink, his face suddenly became stunned, and his palm stopped above the inkstone.
"Yun Wuxin comes out of Xiu, and when the bird is tired of flying, it will return... Well, Brother Lianghan, what's wrong with you?"
Su Fu was reading silently with his head down with a curious look on his face. At this moment, he noticed from the corner of his eye that the expression of his friend beside him changed. He turned around and asked curiously.
"No...it's okay."
Ouyang Rong shook his head, silently looked at the halls on the left and right, then at the direction of the inner room, and finally frowned at the poem he was about to complete.
Immediately, he calmed down and explained:
"I remembered something urgent... I sat down soon and wanted to say goodbye."
Ouyang Rong temporarily suppressed the trembling ancient clock in the ancient tower in the clouds that was vaguely restless and restless again in his mind.
He quickly finished dictating "The Return of My Return" without checking it. He lowered his head and blew the ink on the paper and handed it to Su Fu.
"It's just a gift, Dalang can help you pass it on..."
Su Fu put the rice paper away gently and nodded:
"Okay, although it looks a bit shabby, let me frame it for you and pair it with a landscape painting. This will make it look more elegant and stylish. In fact, there are also calligraphy gifts from other guests. Brother Lianghan doesn't have to..."
Su Fu, who raised his head, paused in his words. There was no one in front of him.
Outside the door, Ouyang Rong picked up his umbrella and left without looking back. He raised his hand and waved from behind.
"If something happens, let's take a step first."
Su Fu was startled, then turned to look at the fruit basket with grapes on the table. He picked it up and chased it outside the door, but Ouyang Rong had disappeared in the distance.
"Strange, didn't Brother Lianghan say he was going to deliver grapes to Miss Xie? Why did he leave everything behind..."
Su Fu muttered speechlessly.
After looking around for a while, he shook his head and turned back to the back room to take care of the teacher.
Su Fu carried a basket of grapes and came to the bedside where the medicinal smell lingered. He smiled at Yuan Xiangshan and said:
"Teacher, this is Lianghan's idea."
Yuan Xiangshan did not open his eyes and nodded slightly.
Su Fu breathed a sigh of relief.
Not long after, Yuan Xiangshan seemed a little tired after drinking the medicine. Su Fu rubbed his tired and stiff face, temporarily left the room and went back to rest.
After the elder son of the Su family left, Yuan Xiangshan lay silently for a while. At a certain moment, he opened his eyes, stretched out his hand tremblingly towards the round-faced book boy waiting aside, and waved.
The round-faced book boy came forward and asked, "What's the matter, sir?"
Yuan Xiangshan pursed his bloodless lips, tilted his white-haired head on the pillow toward the inside of the bed, avoiding the book boy's gaze, and whispered:
"Go to Dalang's desk and show me the article called "The Master's Statement"."
"Yes, sir."
The book boy was stunned and turned away from the bedside.
Yuan Xiangshan opened his eyes and stared at the bed curtain above. At a certain moment, he sighed quietly.
I don’t know what I’m thinking about
…
Ouyang Rong changed his plan and did not go to his junior sister's place. Instead, he held an umbrella and returned to Meiluyuan.
As soon as he entered the house, he bumped into Ye Weila in the yard.
When the latter saw him, he was about to turn his back immediately, but he turned halfway and came back to the right position.
"Master, what are you doing? Why are you walking so fast?"
Ye Weilai had her little hands wrapped in her sleeves. She caught up with him curiously and asked the question first.
"Nothing, I'm going back to the study...wait a minute."
Ouyang Rong reacted and said with a straight face:
"When I just left, didn't I ask you to copy the calligraphy stickers in the study? What are you doing now? You thought I wouldn't be able to come back for a while, so you just wandered around here and asked you to finish all the calligraphy you wrote?"
"It's fast, it's fast, it's really fast."
Ye Weilai's gray-blue eyes were a little evasive, she tightened the sleeves covered by her hands, lowered her head and watched the toes of her embroidered shoes drawing circles on the floor:
"My brain hurts from writing, so I went out for a walk and went back to continue writing later."
This is the follow-up to the last time Ye Weilai violated Ouyang Rong's arrangements and turned around and returned to Meiluyuan.
Except for some kind of punishment from the master to teach the disobedient little maid.
Ye Weilai was also forced to sign many "unequal treaties".
Copying fonts and practicing calligraphy is one of them.
Ye Weilai could not even speak Dazhou Yayan at first, let alone read.
But to be honest, she doesn't actually need to be literate. As a personal maid, she is as beautiful as a flower and has the fragrance of soft jade.
But who told her to fall in love with a special master like Ouyang Rong, who also had extremely high requirements for a maid.
Ouyang Rong naturally had his own plan to teach Ye Weila this.
But Ye Weilai is indeed smart, has a bright mind, and can learn very quickly, no less than those who study in some academies. Ouyang Rong feels even more sorry for this.
Ouyang Rong has always felt that whether in the past life or in this life, the reading seeds, that is, the people who are good at learning, are nothing more than two types of people.
One type is people who study seriously and have self-discipline habits.
One type is smart and talented players.
And someone like Ye Weilai, who has a nimble mind and can tell at a glance, naturally belongs to the latter group.
Therefore, Ouyang Rong frowned slightly when he saw Ye Weilai sneaking out of the study for fun.
Ye Weilai seemed to have very good eyesight. Seeing Ouyang Rong's face, she quickly grabbed Ouyang Rong's sleeve and said:
"Master, I will go back and write now. The characters for "Yan" and "Yan" that I asked about last morning. During the two days of writing, I have studied the explanations and explanations of the characters. I finally know what the meaning is. I will write them now.
Go back to the house and tell the master in detail, so he can check if it’s right, okay?”
When Ouyang Rong saw the flattering look and soft tone on the white-haired maid's face, he suddenly felt less angry. He sighed and touched the melon seeds on her obedient little head.
He nodded: "No, my head hurts from studying, so I'll just walk around in the garden and relax... I'm going back to the study first, don't let anyone else come in and disturb me."
"Yes, Master."
Ye Weilai nodded obediently, standing upright in her sleeves, watching Ouyang Rong's back disappear behind the low wall of the gallery.
She took a long breath and silently took her hands out of her sleeves.
I saw a slender black hair wrapped around the index finger of my right hand.
Ye Weilai twisted her fingers gently to straighten the black hair, and put it in front of her eyes to take a closer look under the dim yellow light of the lantern on the corridor.
This long hair is jet black with a hint of hazel.
"I'm not lazy... But whose property does this belong to... Who secretly got close to the master? Does the master know... I still don't want to tell the slave..."
Ye Weilai muttered softly.
She wasn't just lazy and wandering around, but she was looking for the owner of this strange long hair.
This has been the case for Ye Weilai in the past two days. After searching all the maids in Meiluyuan, she still found nothing. Now that Ah Qing and the others have been excluded, the investigation seems to have reached a dead end...
And it is indeed too difficult to find the original owner with just one long hair.
In fact, Ye Weilai was not sure why she cared so much about this long hair. She was clearly not jealous of Miss Xie and other women getting close to their master.
It's also possible that this strange long hair was just accidentally attached to the body by the owner from outside. It's not that complicated a story.
But Ye Weila just couldn't let go.
In the past two days, I don’t know how many times I have silently wrapped this strange blue silk around my index finger in my sleeve...
Maybe it's a woman's sixth sense, similar to the subconscious vigilance of a lioness when she discovers that her exclusive territory may be violated.
Ye Weilai always felt that the origin of this long hair was not simple.
Some of the reasons behind it may not be simple.
…
Ouyang Rong didn't know that his maid had a sensitive sixth sense and random thoughts.
As soon as he returned to the study, he locked the door behind him.
Ouyang Rong glanced at Ye Weilai's rather young but beginning to show sharp handwriting on the desk, and sat back on the Grand Master's chair.
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and began to sink into immersion. Soon, he felt that his consciousness was like a desert traveler with one leg stuck in quicksand, slowly sinking into the lake of his heart.
Ouyang Rong flew to the radiant clouds again and entered the simple little tower that automatically opened the door.
Still the same as the third child.
A round and smooth small wooden fish.
A row of blue-gold fonts: [merit: fourteen thousand two hundred and eighty-eight]
There is also an ancient bronze bell.
But at this moment, the fortune clock hanging in the center of the empty white mist space was trembling like it had not been for a long time.
Thick mist poured out continuously.
This time, Ouyang Rong flew to the Fortune Bell and stretched out his right hand. As soon as his fingertips touched the bell, a strange message immediately penetrated his heart like a loach.
"Is it worth three thousand merits again...could this new blessing still be life-saving?"
Ouyang Rong frowned slightly and couldn't help but murmur.
He has not yet fully determined the whereabouts of the blessing that he exchanged for three thousand merit points at Yunshui Pavilion last time. He only vaguely guessed that it happened without him knowing the details based on his previous experiences.
And it is very likely that it has something to do with the swordsman who was ambushed by the Liu family in the Beitian Almshouse of Donglin Temple on the day of the ribbon-cutting ceremony... The blessing seemed to have saved his life.
"I don't know why the assassin didn't take action in the end."
Ouyang Rong shook his head slightly and returned his gaze to the trembling ancient bronze clock in front of him.
Now, there is another blessing worth three thousand merit points.
"What is it this time...hey, what is this?"
After getting closer this time, Ouyang Rong suddenly saw that the torrent of purple mist pouring out of the fortune bell was faintly mixed with some other things, or colors.
The huge purple mist gushes out, with some faint pink mist mixed in it.
After Ouyang Rong saw it, he reached out and gently parted the torrent of purple mist.
This strange scene makes it even more obvious:
Just like a purple waterfall hanging upside down in the sky, there are peach petals flowing down with the water.
It seems that I have discovered something different from before.
Ouyang Rong looked strange and tilted his head to look at him.
"Is this something new, or is there actually something similar to this before, but it's just a similar color and was covered by the turbulent purple energy?"
Ouyang Rong nodded. The purple and light pink colors looked particularly distinct when put together.
"But what's the use of this thing? Does it indicate a difference, is it a different type of blessing?"
Ouyang Rong lowered his head and held up his hands, rubbed his chin with his tiger's mouth, and muttered for a long time.
Unfortunately, I didn't find this kind of weirdness in the past few times, so I don't have any experience to summarize and make reference for judgment.
After a while, Ouyang Rong gave up and let out a long breath.
As for whether to redeem it...
He turned his head and glanced at the green-gold font in the air.
Immediately closed his eyes.
The heartstrings seem to be moving.
"My life is still important... Three thousand merit points is not bad, it hasn't fallen below the ten thousand line."
As Ouyang Rong murmured, a line of blue-gold fonts above the small wooden fish suddenly turned into a swimming carp with a hazy halo, and crashed directly into the restless ancient clock, where a two-color mist was faintly emerging.
clang--!
Accompanied by the familiar voice of Hong Zhong and Da Lu.
Purple mist mixed with a touch of pink scattered in all directions, and for a moment, it filled the entire space in the ancient pagoda.
Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and opened them again. All the visions of the previous second had disappeared without a trace.
The ancient bronze bell remained motionless.
The blue-gold light ball bounced back to its original place and returned to its original state:
[Merits: eleven thousand two hundred and eighty-eight]
Ouyang Rong turned his eyes and took a quick glance.
He stood in the tower that returned to silence. After a while, he turned around and left the tower. Before leaving, his face showed a look of thinking:
"Also, how was this new blessing triggered..."
Happy May Day! Ahem, it seems that monthly tickets are doubled now at the beginning of the month (whisper)