Chapter 626 Bronze painting scroll, Bu Er chanted 'Zhao' [5k, please give me a monthly ticket!]
"An article describing a land full of peach blossoms... an article?
"It was later said that this scroll was left by Tao Gong.
"Isn't that the story of Peach Blossom Spring? It happens to be a scroll too."
Ouyang Rong pondered for a while and then began to think about it:
"The sword holder of [Han Shi], Tao Yuanming, resigned from office and returned to his countryside. Before leaving, he not only left behind the sword formula "Returning to Come Back", but also left behind [Han Shi], but in the form of a scroll from "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring"
Accommodate [Hanshi]?
"The [Hanshi] in the form of a scroll has always been in the hands of Liu's royal family in the Southern Dynasty. It assisted the Northern Expedition during the Yuanjia Northern Expedition. There is a detail about this. According to Miao Si who has witnessed it, the sword energy of [Hanshi] is like the sky.
Cyan Changhong...
"Yuanjia's Northern Expedition failed. The scroll-shaped [Hanshi] apparently fell into the Northern Wei Dynasty's iron horsemen and was beaten back to the north. It was probably dedicated to Emperor Taiwu of the Northern Wei Dynasty. What happened after that is unknown.
"According to the historical data found by Her Royal Highness the Little Princess, it seems that Emperor Taiwu of the Northern Wei Dynasty did not take any big measures in the future, at least it does not seem to involve [Hanshi]... The most famous thing is that Emperor Taiwu of the Northern Wei Dynasty, after a
Under the advice of scholars from the Cui family of Qinghe, a large-scale operation was carried out in the Northern Wei Dynasty to destroy Buddhist temples and destroy them. In the end, only 320 Buddhist temples were left in the entire Northern Dynasty in a short period of time..."
Ouyang Rong thought for a while, shook his head slightly, and shifted his thoughts:
"And the current Jing Zhaoyuan clan is the Tuoba clan of the former Northern Wei royal family... The original copy of "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring" happens to be still there, and has been collected by the Jing Zhaoyuan clan to this day.
"Now it was taken directly by the half-prodigal Yuan Huaimin and fell into my hands..."
Ouyang Rong's face didn't show any joy, but instead looked a little solemn.
"Is this authentic copy of "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring" the same scroll that originally fell into the hands of Emperor Taiwu of the Northern Wei Dynasty? Or is it a forgery imitated by later generations and not the original work of Tao Yuanming at all?
"After all, it now seems that the authentic copy of Tao Yuanming's "Peach Blossom Spring" should be the scroll containing the poor scholar."
Ouyang Rong nodded slightly and shook his head again.
"But there are still two doubts.
"First of all, this "Peach Blossom Spring" has passed through too many hands, is it really missing for me?
"For example, Rong Zhen and Deputy Supervisor Song took a look at it first. Why didn't they notice it? Could it be that the real one had been slipped by them?
"The second suspicion point is that the reason why Rong Zhen and I suspected that this authentic copy of "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring" was fishy was because Li Zhengyan, Wei Shaoqi and his party went to Yuan Huaimin to ask for the copy of "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring" before they raised the flag to rebel.
original.
"Now that we know that [Han Shi] may be in the form of a scroll and fell into the hands of the former Northern Wei royal family, looking back, they must have known this a long time ago, so they approached Yuan Huaimin early.
"Wait, something's wrong. What they want from Yuan Huaimin is the original text of "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring", not this authentic scroll. Why is this? Is the information wrong, or do they already know that this authentic scroll is not authentic?
"
Ouyang Rong murmured while carefully looking at the silk scroll in his hand. From time to time, he would press the shaft of the scroll with his fingernails to test the hardness of the material.
However, no matter how he tested it, this silk scroll gave him a sense of ordinary quality, which was far less accurate than when he violently tested the Night Pearl in the Pure Land Palace.
Is this the indestructible cauldron sword [Han Shi]?
Just when Ouyang Rong was considering whether to grill him over a fire and test the strength of his great friendship with Brother Huaimin.
An idea flashed in his mind and he stood up suddenly.
"By the way, I remember Yuan Huaimin mentioned that when Li Zhengyan and others came to him, they showed him a picture of the Peach Blossom Spring. Is the carrier of this picture also a scroll?"
Ouyang Rong put down the silk scroll, put his hands behind his back, and wandered around the study room, his face becoming suspicious:
"The Picture of Peach Blossom Spring and The Story of Peach Blossom Spring, are there any connections between the two calligraphy works?"
"But Miao Si clearly mentioned that the [Hanshi] form she saw in the Southern Song Army during Yuanjia's Northern Expedition was an article scroll that recorded a land full of peach blossoms. Since it was an article, it should be an article "
"Peach Blossom Spring" is right, it is very clear, it is not a picture of Peach Blossom Spring.
"Furthermore, Yuan Huaimin also said that the Peach Blossom Spring picture in Li Zhengyan's hand was painted by a Taoist priest named Wu whom he knew. It is obviously a modern person and thing...
"If this is not the original copy of "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring", then where did [Han Shi] go?"
Ouyang Rong stopped in front of the desk, and his eyes slowly moved down, landing on an ancient silk book stamped with the seals of many ancient celebrities.
His thoughts were temporarily stuck in a dead end.
"Could it be that [Han Shi] can still be ever-changing?
"Could it be that Emperor Taiwu of the Northern Wei Dynasty got the [Hanshi] in the form of a scroll and recast it, so this authentic copy of "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring" is no longer the original?
“But I’ve never heard of a saying that the [Tripod Sword] can be remade.
"According to what Miaosi said, [Hanshi]'s original form was a standard sword type, and its only feature was that it had no handle.
"However, when Tao Yuanming handed it over to the Liu and Song royal families of the Southern Dynasty before he retired, it was in the form of a scroll with "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring" written on it...
"What exactly happened in this change?"
Ouyang Rong couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
After a while, his eyes slowly fell on the wardrobe in the back room, with a slight hesitation on his face.
Do you want to call Miaoxi and let him take a look at this "Peach Blossom Spring" scroll?
"After this little guy got the pastries during the day, he asked no questions. I don't know if he was pretending to be stupid or hiding his thoughts."
He shook his head and temporarily put away the silk scroll on the table that recorded "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring".
But this time, it was placed in the Mohist sword box, together with the [Craftsman] and the Night Pearl.
Ouyang Rong glanced at the night and turned back to the bedroom.
Early the next morning.
Under the supervision of his aunt Zhen Shuyuan, Ouyang Rong had no choice but to finish a large bowl of health-preserving chicken soup, put on his official uniform, and went out quickly.
At the back door, Ali was feeding Dongmei fodder, and Ouyang Rong quickly climbed onto the carriage.
"Let's go to Chengtian Temple first."
"Master, why is it so early today? This fodder..."
"It's okay. Yuan Huaimin has fodder over there. I'll go over and let him feed it later."
"Yes, sir."
The carriage went out and rushed towards Chengtian Temple in Xingzifang at high speed.
But as soon as they drove out of the alley, they were blocked by a horse-drawn carriage with purple curtains.
Ouyang Rong frowned and opened the car curtain.
He saw a little maid with a steamy face walking down from the carriage with purple curtains, waving vigorously in his direction.
"Wait for me where you are."
"Yes, sir."
Ouyang Rong entered the carriage with purple curtains, sat down cross-legged opposite the little girl with plum blossom makeup who lowered her head to pour tea and covered her face with purple gauze.
"Your Highness, what's the urgent matter here?" His expression was calm.
Li Guo'er didn't answer and looked around, as if to observe the confidentiality of the conversation around him.
Ouyang Rong also looked around, but what he was worried about, obviously to avoid suspicion, was that a man and a woman were alone in the same car.
His tone was a bit urging: "What's the matter? Didn't you talk about it in the bookstore yesterday afternoon? You came here so early in the morning..."
Li Guoer interrupted:
"Is the scroll that is suspected of being [Han Shi] confiscated by the Northern Wei royal family the same as the original "The Peach Blossom Spring" that you showed this princess last time? Well, it was obtained from Shi Yuan Huaimin, the governor of this province?"
Ouyang Rong said nothing and glanced at Li Guo'er twice, who continued to say in a solemn voice:
"It also seems to be a silk scroll. Is it the same one? It just so happens that Yuan Huaimin is also a descendant of the Tuoba royal family of the Northern Wei Dynasty. It is very likely that it is it..."
Ouyang Rong sat upright:
"Thank you for the reminder, Your Highness Princess. I will verify it when I go back next time."
Li Guoer's red lips paused, and her clear eyes fell on Ouyang Rong's face, seeming to look around.
After finding that he was calm and composed, Li Bao'er nodded gently, continued to lower his eyes, and started pouring tea gracefully.
"Okay, as long as you know this," she said in a nonchalant tone.
Ouyang Rong glanced outside the carriage at the streets that were getting busier in the morning, and asked again:
"Is there anything else, Your Highness the Princess? You're not just here to remind me, right?"
"Who came here specifically?"
Li Guo'er's pretty face tightened and she said in a cold tone:
"I just happened to be here to go shopping. There was a poetry meeting at Xunyang Tower in the morning... I thought of this and stopped by. You wouldn't think..."
Ouyang Rong waved his hand to interrupt, looking a little in a hurry:
"That's not what I meant. Your Highness the Princess misunderstood. I said that if there is nothing else, I will leave first. I have something to do in the morning."
"Oh, so does this princess."
Li Guo'er responded lightly, but did not leave immediately. She suddenly spoke:
"Tao Yuanming is the legendary swordsman of [Hanshi], so what he left behind is not simple. Is it possible that the same is true for the "Returning and Coming" that you gave to this princess as a birthday gift? Is it possible?
...Is it a sword technique?"
Ouyang Rong was silent and said without comment:
"Regardless of whether it is true or not, Your Highness the Princess must not spread the word... Is there anything else?"
"Don't worry, this princess has a tighter mouth than you."
Li Bao'er snorted coldly, stared at his expression for a while, then lowered his head and poured the tea, but did not pour it for Ouyang Rong.
She said in a calm tone: "It's okay, but don't come here every day and send some limericks to me in vain. It's better not to send them at all.
"If you think about it carefully, Ouyang Lianghan, you are quite thoughtful. Some of the gifts you gave me as a princess...except for the hairpin, whether it is the original manuscript of "Returning to the Peach Blossom Spring" or the later "Peach Blossom Spring", they are very
Precious thing, I have misunderstood you before, I thought you were more partial to my brother, just like you have some prejudice against me..."
Ouyang Rong looked a little strange as he listened.
In fact, I really want to say that when he gave those things, he had no idea it would be so important, otherwise he wouldn't have given them.
For example, Ye Mingzhu is currently making him hesitant...
Li Guo'er suddenly spoke, interrupting Ouyang Rong's distraction.
"Ouyang Lianghan, actually speaking of it, you gave me something as a gift in Dragon City before, or rather, it wasn't a thing, it was a word, which may be very important now..."
"What word?" Ouyang Rong asked subconsciously.
Li Guo'er turned her gaze away, and waved her hands with a dull look on her small face under the purple yarn:
"It seems that my mind is not here. We won't talk anymore. You can go. I am also very busy. There are many people waiting for me. Let's go."
Ouyang Rong was confused as the little princess with plum blossom makeup talked about things here and there, but he was in a hurry so he didn't stay any longer and hurriedly got out of the car and left.
Li Guo'er looked at the slender back of the handsome young man walking away, and pursed his pink lips.
This guy really looks like he doesn't care.
Anyway, his attitude towards her brother was completely different from his attitude towards her.
Li Guo'er was used to it and laughed at herself: "The things you can give are all things that this princess likes very much..."
At this point, she paused and silently took out a piece of yellowish rice paper from her arms.
Li Guo'er opened the rice paper that had been preserved from his time in the Su Mansion in Longcheng County. There was an ink character on it, which was Ouyang Rong's former handwriting.
"The sun and the moon are in the sky, it's for Zhao, what a good word... Zhao... it was also given by you that day, by the way, isn't it also very important..."
"Miss, miss."
When Li Guo'er lowered his eyes and was lost in thought, the call of the little maid with a bun face came from outside the carriage:
"Master Ouyang has left. Where are we going now? I woke up so early in the morning. I feel so sleepy. Didn't I say yesterday that I had nothing to do today?"
Li Bao'er quickly put away the rice paper and stuffed it into her arms.
"Go home and catch up on some sleep." She said angrily.
"Okay."
Cai Shou was very happy.
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"Brother Lianghan, I want to criticize you strictly."
"What's the criticism?"
"Dongmei will starve and lose weight while you are here! You really don't know how to cherish her, eh."
"turn down."
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Chengtian Temple, in the courtyard of Yuan Huaimin.
Ouyang Rong crossed his arms and watched Yuan Huaimin feed Dongmei with great energy.
When Ouyang Rong came with Ali, Yuan Huaimin and Li Yu had just woken up and squatted on the steps to wash themselves with wickers.
At the moment, Li Yu and Ali went to the breakfast courtyard to get food, leaving the two of them feeding the horses in the courtyard.
"Ask a question." Ouyang Rong crossed his chest and leaned against the stone table.
"Lianghan, why are you so polite?"
"It's still about Li Zhengyan, Huaimin, when they found you in Jiangzhou, did they show you a copy of "Peach Blossom Spring"?"
"Well, that's right."
"You must be sure that this picture of the Peach Blossom Spring was painted by the Taoist priest named Wu you know."
"Of course, I know Mr. Wu's paintings turned into ashes."
Ouyang Rong chuckled and asked:
"How do you know him?"
"Mr. Wu was copying Buddhist paintings in an old temple in Chang'an. I was lying drunk in the ancient temple. When I woke up early in the morning, we happened to bump into each other and we had a great conversation. At that time, I saw that his painting skills were superb and I admired him a little. Mr. Wu also
He invited me to eat Hu spicy soup, and after we went back and forth, we got to know each other. We were both teachers and friends, and we learned painting from him.
"Mr. Wu seems to be very interested in the Buddhist painting techniques of the Northern and Southern Dynasties left in the Buddhist temples in Chang'an and Luoyang. He loves to trace and is able to calm down, which is really the style of everyone... No wonder he was invited to the palace later."
Ouyang Rong suddenly asked: "Has the original manuscript of "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring" in your family been preserved to this day without any changes? What I mean is that the silk scroll of the original manuscript has not been disassembled and repaired halfway."
"Hmm..." Yuan Huaimin, who was squatting down to feed fodder, was about to nod when he paused.
"Not really." He turned around and said.
"What's the meaning?"
"I once invited Mr. Wu to my house to view the treasures of our family. He especially loved the two bronze shafts of this authentic scroll. It was not an original silk book anyway. Seeing that he liked it, I gave it to him directly."
"Bronze shaft?"
"Yes, it turns out that the two axes of the authentic scroll at home are made of bronze. Well, after being stored for a long time, there are still green copper embroideries on them. I have wanted to replace them for a long time. It is also heavy to hold, so it is just a gift.
Man, now it’s a new one, that’s what Liang Han sees now, isn’t it much more pleasing to the eye?”
Ouyang Rong took a deep breath.
"That's it, I understand."
Yuan Huaimin turned back curiously: "Brother Lianghan understands something."
"Nothing." He waved his hand, walked over and sat down, supported his chin with both hands, and looked at the ground in front of him with his eyes flickering.
"The reason why I am sure that the "Peach Blossom Spring" must have been painted by Mr. Wu is because I saw that the shafts of the "Peach Blossom Spring" they brought were two bronze shafts... It seems that Mr. Wu is very
I love this thing and this painting.”
Ouyang Rong turned his head, glanced at Yuan Huaimin who looked pleased, and nodded without comment.
Sure enough, this authentic copy of "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring" was not left intact at the time. Some interested people had taken possession of it along the way, and even took away the weird bronze shaft.
Wait, the patina on the bronze shaft is green, and [Han Shi] has Changhong Sword Qi that is more cyan... Are there any connection between the two?
Could it be said that [Hanshi] is made of bronze?
The two shafts are another form of [Hanshi]?
All kinds of uncertain speculations flashed through his mind, and Ouyang Rong rubbed his face.
At this time, Yuan Huaimin turned around with a strange expression on his face:
"It's weird, why do you all ask the same question?"
"Who else asked?" Ouyang Rong immediately woke up.
"History of Rong Nu also asked about it," Yuan Huaimin said, scratching his head.
Ouyang Rong's expression changed slightly.
After a while, Yuan Huaimin asked with some guilt:
"Um, why didn't Lianghan say anything? Did I say something wrong?"
"fine."
Ouyang Rong, who was bowing his head slightly, waved his hand.
After a while, he raised his head again and asked seriously:
"Then when she asked you that question, you answered exactly the same thing?"
"That's for sure. I can't let Lady Shi think I'm dishonest and suspect me of colluding with rebels. I have to prove my innocence."
After speaking, Yuan Huaimin sighed and lamented that it was not easy to be an official.
Ouyang Rong whispered: "What was Rong Nvshi's reaction after hearing this?"
"Why does Lianghan ask this?"
Yuan Huaimin looked at Ouyang Rong's calm face strangely, then shook his head and replied:
"There was no reaction. Ms. Shi rarely talks, and her emotions and anger are not obvious. I didn't dare to look down, but she didn't speak for a while. When I raised my head, she was gone..."
"knew."
Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes.
At this time, Li Yu and Ali came back with breakfast porridge and rice.
Ouyang Rong and Yuan Huaimin clapped their hands together, went to the well, fetched a bucket of water, and washed themselves.