No, gentlemen are also careful Chapter 683 If you knew him, you would treat him like a worm in the sky [If you vote monthly during the National Day, you will be lucky!]
Chapter 683 If you knew him, you would treat him like a worm in the sky [If you vote monthly during the National Day, you will be lucky!]
"Ouyang Lianghan, say it again."
Rong Zhen was very serious and said solemnly.
"What?"
Ouyang Rong raised his head, showing a somewhat confused expression.
Rong Zhen looked at the young man in Confucian shirt who was pretending to be dumbfounded for a while, then said:
"If you can listen to the old man's music... forget it, if you don't know him, you will regard him as a frog in a well who sees the moon in the sky; if you know him, you will regard him as a cricket in the sky."
Ouyang Rong nodded and said with a smile:
"Perhaps, I am actually not a fool. Rong Nushi wants to master this song because it is related to the defense of Xunyang Grottoes."
Rong Zhen and Ouyang Rong looked at each other for a while and nodded inconspicuously.
She lowered her eyes: "It's part of the equation, why do you ask?"
Ouyang Rong smiled:
"I always feel that this old man is not simple, and time is tight at Xunyang Grottoes. If he only just learned piano music, how could Rong Nushi waste his time on it? It's a simple reason."
Rong Zhen reacted lightly and sneered:
"Oh, I thought that you would be narcissistic and secretly think that I asked you to learn piano music for some other reasons... It seems that you are quite self-aware. Okay, very good."
Ouyang Rong was startled.
Before he could speak, Rong Zhen suddenly said:
"Since you have guessed it, let's not hide it. The old man and his music involve the core of Donglin Giant Buddha. The sooner I learn it, the better."
Ouyang Rong asked: "Is it best to learn it before the Buddha lands?"
Rong Zhen nodded silently.
Ouyang Rong asked again: "Is the special quota that I heard about before also related to it? Only when you learn this song can you be considered safe."
Rong Zhen frowned slightly and glanced at him.
After a while, he nodded slightly: "Yes."
Ouyang Rong's face became serious:
"Then what are you waiting for? Time is tight and the task is heavy. I will play it a few more times and you will listen well."
Rong Zhen suddenly asked:
"Don't ask, what is this special quota? What is the real defense of Xunyang Grottoes?"
Ouyang Rong shook his head:
"Rong Nu Shi Hui said, I have already said it. If I don't say it, I will naturally have my own reasons. I won't ask any more questions."
Rong Zhen looked at him deeply:
"Actually, I already know the piano music you taught me. It's useless no matter how many times you play the more essential things. As the old man said, it requires understanding."
Ouyang Rong said with a smile:
"If it doesn't work once, just do it several times. You will always gain something. You can't force your understanding, but we use stupid methods."
"Why are you so patient with me?"
Ouyang Rong was about to frown, but Rong Zhen immediately said:
"I can't bear that the people I teach are so stupid. I hate stupidity. However, Ouyang Lianghan, what you just said is actually not wrong. I am indeed a bit lacking in understanding the music taught by the senior."
"What on earth do Rong Nushi want to say? She wants to procrastinate and be lazy, wait for the senior downstairs' pipa performance to finish, and go back to rest, right? How can she be as lazy as Yuan Changshi?"
"Huang Miao, I'm too lazy to tell you."
Ouyang Rong smiled and continued to tune the piano and play.
Rong Zhen kept a straight face for a while, then suddenly said:
"It's not that you can't participate in the defense at Xunyang Grottoes, but you have to go through an identity check by Si Tianjian. Everyone who comes into contact with the core defense at Xunyang Grottoes needs to go through it. This is a common practice. You were not allowed to do it before.
Contacting the core of the Buddha is not aimed at you, but everyone outside Sitian Prison, and no one should know about it. This is the rule."
Ouyang Rong asked: "Is Commander Yi the same?"
"Yes. Several generals from the Xuanwu Guard and the White Tiger Guard have checked it out."
Ouyang Rong said with a smile: "You really need to check carefully."
Rong Zhen couldn't help but said: "Once again, it's not directed at you."
"I know."
Rong Zhen said again:
"Actually, there is one more thing. Regarding the date when the Giant Buddha will be built, Senior Song and I have some ideas that we don't know whether they are mature or not. It will be helpful for setting up defenses. If you have time in the next two days, come to Xunyang Grottoes and we will discuss it behind closed doors.
"
Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes and said, "Okay, let's do it the morning after tomorrow."
"Okay, let's continue playing the piano."
Rong Zhen snorted softly, then closed his eyes and gave the order in a matter-of-fact manner.
Ouyang Rong was used to her arrogance, smiled like a spring breeze, and continued to play the piano.
…
The next day.
Ouyang Rong did not go to Xunyang Grottoes.
It was a rare break today. After finishing his work in the Jiangzhou lobby, he took the time to go to the quiet courtyard in advance to accompany the embroiderer.
"Be careful of the steps." Ouyang Rong took the little hand of Zhao Qingxiu, who was greeting him happily at the door, and walked together to the backyard. He explained warmly:
"I have to go back early in the evening to have dinner with my aunt. I haven't had dinner at home for many days, which is not good."
"Yeah." Zhao Qingxiu hugged his arm, slightly raised her head towards him, and smiled.
Arriving at the main room, Ouyang Rong saw some needlework on the table.
"What is this? A sachet?"
[So, it’s actually an amulet. I want to make one for you and Sister Xie]
Ouyang Rong remained calm:
"Thank you sister?"
Zhao Qingxiu smiled slightly and wrote:
[Don’t worry, sending out birthday gifts will not disrupt Tan Lang’s affairs in advance. By the way, one has already been made, Tan Lang can take it back]
Ouyang Rong nodded, picked up the amulet and looked at it.
It's actually a small sachet with some wishes inside.
After Ouyang Rong opened it, he took out a small piece of paper and saw four words written on it:
Never forget each other.
In addition, there is an elegant poem from the Book of Songs, which can be regarded as a blessing to lovers... Not to mention, Xiu Niang's calligraphy is indeed good, but it is indeed inconvenient to write with a blind eye. It can be seen that she has a lot of waste.
It took only a piece of paper to copy it relatively straightly.
Ouyang Rong glanced at the little junior sister's amulet that Zhao Qingxiu was still making, and pursed his lips.
"Thanks a lot."
he said softly.
Zhao Qingxiu, who was lowering her head to clear the table, paused for a moment, then continued to clear the table, shaking her head slightly from behind:
[It was Tanlang who worked so hard and wanted to bring me to my sisters with the help of my aunt’s birthday gift, but I stayed in the yard and couldn’t do anything. I felt uncomfortable]
Ouyang Rong shook his head vigorously:
"Didn't we agree before that I'll come over to Huaiye Lane, as long as you don't mind that there's a woman by my side."
Zhao Qingxiu was busy waving her hands.
[No, I’m not rejecting it, I’m just apologizing to that girl Xie]
"Sorry?" Ouyang Rongqi asked.
Zhao Qingxiu bit her lip and remained silent.
Also wrote:
[Tanlang works so hard, I won’t let him down, I, I will work hard too]
Ouyang Rong only said that the efforts she was talking about were things like amulets to please her junior sister, and comforted her a few words.
After a while, after a while of tenderness, I was ready to leave the quiet courtyard.
Before leaving, Zhao Qingxiu stuffed the amulet into his arms.
And it was not pinned to his waist.
Ouyang Rong understood and put it away silently.
…
We returned to the Huaiye Lane mansion just in time for dinner.
After eating with his aunt, Ouyang Rong returned to Yinbingzhai.
He took the sword case out of the car and took it back.
When he returned to the yard, he didn't go to the bedroom first. He went to the study.
At the table, Ouyang Rong opened the sword box, took out various items, and inspected them one by one.
Ouyang Rong took out the original "Peach Blossom Spring" and two bronze daggers at the same time.
One was given to him by Rong Nushi, an ordinary bronze dagger.
There is another one, which was seized from Zen Master Yi Zhi. There is a special blood mark on the sword.
Ouyang Rong tried to put the original "Peach Blossom Spring" together with two bronze daggers, tinkered with it for a while, and observed it carefully.
He seemed to be trying to piece together two things.
The whole process was fruitless.
After studying for a while and finding no clues, Ouyang Rong shook his head.
It seems that the original bronze shaft of the original "Peach Blossom Spring" collected by the Jingzhao Yuan family must be made of blood bronze, which cannot be easily replaced by the main material of Yun Meng Ling...
From this point of view, it is reasonable to guess that blood bronze is also different, divided into three, six or nine grades.
He put away the objects on the table and stuffed them into the Mohist sword box again to block the aura.
Finally, after checking the merit points on the small wooden fish as usual, Ouyang Rong opened his eyes, stood up, and left the study.
As soon as he returned to the master bedroom, the wardrobe inside was pushed open by two short hands.
Xiao Mo Jingmiaosi got out from the crack in the closet door, looked at him suspiciously, and said in an interrogating tone:
"Why did you come back so early today? You came back before I fell asleep. I used to go fooling around somewhere every day. I didn't see you every time before going to bed. You must not be dating Xie Yatou every day, then she can't talk about it.
Everyone is smiling."
Ouyang Rong didn't say anything and pushed her little head back into the closet.
"Xiao Rongzi, you are so cold and violent! The saddest thing ever."
"Don't scream. If you can't produce spiritual ink, don't talk."
"...?"
Ouyang Rong looked a little tired, took off his coat and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Miao Si poked her little head out of the closet again and squinted at his back.
Until nightfall.
The bathroom was filled with water mist, the warmth had not dissipated, and Ouyang Rong was nowhere to be seen after taking a bath.
A figure of a little girl in Confucian attire quietly appeared and ran to a bamboo basket containing dirty clothes and belongings. She climbed up and started looking for it.
"Did Xiao Rongzi hide something from me again? You stinky man, I have long realized that something is wrong with you. If you don't take out any good things..."
Miao Si simply jumped into the basket, buried her little face in the fabric at the sleeves of her Confucian shirt, sniffed carefully, and muttered:
"Yes, it's this smell. It smells vaguely familiar. Where does it come from... Hmm! It's a bit like the literary style of that old drunkard hundreds of years ago. No wonder it's so familiar. But his literary style is not much, it's vaguely visible.
, mixed with a very unfamiliar literary smell... No wonder I didn't smell it the previous few times. It turned out to be mixed. This time I finally figured it out... Strange, where is the thing, where is he hiding it, isn't it?
Are you afraid? You’re laughing so hard, only a devil needs the bad manners of an old drunkard..."
Miao Si pinched her nose and rummaged for a while with a look of disgust on her face, when her little hands suddenly pulled out something.
After taking a closer look, a look of surprise appeared on her little face:
"Is this... a sachet?"
Little Mo Jing muttered while opening a sachet that was half the size of her body:
"Why does this guy have so many sachets? He is the worst of all. This sachet is quite new. Hmm, will we never forget each other? Ugh, it's so disgusting. Eh..."
Miao Si suddenly said "Eh", moved her little nose closer, and smelled... the ink on the paper.
…
early morning.
Xunyang Grottoes.
Rong Zhen and Grandma Song stood at the foot of the Buddha, silent and silent, looking up at the Buddha.
"You haven't understood Yu's sword skills yet?"
"Um."
"Hurry up."
"Know."
"I'm not urging you, but the old guy surnamed Yu is very out of tune. If you don't do it then, if you let him come, he may be passive and sabotage, or something may happen again. Only Your Majesty can control him, but His Majesty is thousands of miles away.
outside……"
Aunt Song sighed, and after a while, she continued to give her instructions:
"This kind of matter is best left in the hands of our Si Tianjian people. This is also an opportunity given to you by His Majesty. Da Siming also has high hopes for you."
"Junior knows."
Grandma Song turned her head and looked at the girl in palace clothes with her eyes downcast, and asked:
"Do we really want him to know about this Buddha statue?"
Rong Zhen seemed not to have heard.
The old woman with white eyes looked calm and continued:
"Provincial Governor Ouyang is just responsible for the construction. He knows so much about it. And now that the Buddha is about to be built, if one more person knows, there will be more risks. I don't need to explain this truth."
Rong Zhen finally spoke:
"It's time to talk. When he comes today, we will discuss with him the date we set and the external cover-up. Some things are unavoidable. Let's follow the process and check it again. Today
Just tell him to set up defenses at the Buddha."
"You can do your best as you say, but don't be too soft-hearted or careless, and end up causing trouble."
"Are you saying that the statue-making ministers appointed by His Majesty and the bachelors of Xiuwenguan are collaborators with the enemy?"
"I don't mean that."
The two female Sitianjian officers, the old one and the young one, began to answer questions.
At this moment, a middle-aged female officer suddenly came outside and shouted from not far away:
"Ms. Shi..."
Rong Zhen frowned: "What's the matter?"
The middle-aged female official seemed to be Rong Zhen's confidant. She glanced at Nanny Song next to her and closed her mouth.
Seeing this, Nanny Song smiled softly, turned around and walked away, giving up her position.
The old woman with white eyes walked a little further, and when she turned back at a certain moment, she saw a middle-aged female official leaning into the ear of the girl in palace attire, seeming to say something.
The girl in palace clothes had a look of surprise and confusion on her face.
Nanny Song withdrew her gaze and walked towards the golden Buddha head in the distance which was being closely guarded by Yi Qianqiu and his men...
Rong Zhen was led by a middle-aged female officer to a pavilion.
She raised her eyes and glanced.
There was a messenger waiting in the pavilion, a very strange man with a thin face.
Rong Zhen entered the pavilion and said without looking back:
"You step back."
"yes."
The middle-aged female officer took a few steps back and quickly disappeared.
Only Rong Zhen and the thin-faced messenger were left in the pavilion.
The thin-faced messenger clasped his fists in salute and respectfully handed over a letter.
Rong Zhen frowned and accepted it.
The thin-faced messenger clasped his fists and resigned without saying a word the whole time.
Rong Zhen didn't stop him, he twisted the letter with two fingers, looked down at the familiar wax seal, and then slowly opened it.
She unfolded the letter and browsed it for a while, her original indifferent expression gradually faded away.
At a certain moment, the muscles of the nasolabial folds twitched faintly on the cheeks of a girl in palace attire with a slight baby bump.
Rong Zhen suddenly turned his head and looked towards Xunyang City in the distance.
The next second, the figure of the girl in palace clothes disappeared from the pavilion.
All that was left was a scrap of letter paper.
It was crushed into pieces by a jade hand that clenched so tightly that the fingers turned pale with blood.
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