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Chapter 625 [Poor Scholar] Abandoned in the North, Hidden in Peach Blossoms [6k, monthly ticket requested! ]

"Meow~"

At the entrance of the library, a lame raccoon seemed to be patting a small doll the size of a palm.

This "little doll" has long arms and legs, can move, and can spray ink all over its face.

The most important thing is that it has its own voice effect. Every time it pokes with its claws, the "little doll" will immediately play a noisy voice.

I feel curious and restless.

"Wait, Xiao Rongzi, don't move now. This demon beast from the Western Region has hostages in its hands. Let's not anger it, or it might kill them... Ouch! Be gentle and don't scratch your face, Brother Demon... Demon Fairy... Your Excellency the Demon Saint!"

When the little black spirit fell into the hands of the enemy, his mouth was not idle at all. He directed the rescue of himself from a distance. The whole library was filled with his shouts for mercy, and he changed his name for the bastard three times in one second.

Breathtaking.

Ouyang Rong had a stern face. Li Guoer saw that he was reading a book and drinking, and he had no intention of moving at all.

Because there was a beautiful hostess with plum blossom makeup on her forehead in the study, he felt like he didn't dare to enter or step beyond the line. If the little Mo Jing had run fast and fallen after crossing the threshold, he would probably have started to show off by now.

"Meow meow~"

Li Guoer glanced at the "little black cat" at the door, meowing at her in a flattering manner.

She picked up the wine pot, poured a glass of wine, raised the glass as if to punish herself, and asked Ouyang Rong with a half-smile:

"Ouyang Lianghan, do you want to break one of the legs of this bastard who made the mistake? He has no memory and dares to bully the guests. He really deserves to be punished."

Ouyang Rong's face was expressionless.

At the door, on the floor.

Miao Si's chest was stepped on and it hurt so much that she was about to be stepped back into her original form, a small ink ingot, and she was babbling.

Suddenly, she felt lighter.

She opened one eye and immediately saw that the "Demon Saint" who was as agile and ferocious as a demon was picked up by Xie Yatou with both hands and moved away from her.

Xie Lingjiang held the hairy and soft belly with both hands.

After the latter was lifted into the air, his four legs swung weakly in the air, as if he was rowing a boat, looking a little silly and harmless.

"Meow~"

Miao Si had tears in her eyes, and her face was stunned when she saw this scene.

She got up from the ground, brushed the dust off her butt, and hurried into the library.

The little Mojing ran while looking back, his face looking a little dull.

After a while, she did not forget to look up and glanced puzzledly at the sky above everyone's heads, as if she was looking for a familiar scene.

At the door, Xie Lingjiang did not go in. Instead, he held the creature, which was hanging in the air with all four legs and had no power to fight back, and took a towel to wipe its furry "little black head".

Miao Si ran to Ouyang Rong's feet, and under Li Guo'er's curious gaze, she skillfully climbed onto his thighs.

She raised her hand to poke his chin, and said angrily with a stern face:

"Xiao Rongzi, where is your sword? Why don't you protect the emperor?"

Ouyang Rong didn't even look at Miao Si, and before the little Mo Jing could speak again, he raised his sleeves and waved towards the door:
"Thank you, sister, bring it in. We usually don't let it in because we're afraid it will mess up the study and shed cat hair. Now... the study needs to be cleaned up again anyway, so it doesn't matter if it sheds a little hair."

Xie Lingjiang smiled and nodded, wiped the ink off its body, and carried it into the house.

As soon as he entered the house, he was like a tiger in a cage. He became quiet and didn't dare to bark anymore.

However, facing Xie Lingjiang who was so close to it, it twisted its body in Xie Lingjiang's arms, adjusted its posture, raised its two paws, and began to step on the milk.

"Clap clap clap..."

Miao Si, who was about to raise an army to blame Ouyang Rong for coming late to rescue him, was stunned when she saw this.

The little Mojing lowered his head, touched his flat chest that had just been stepped on and hurt, and looked at Xie Lingjiang's arms, who was stepping on his breasts diligently and skillfully.

She suddenly realized: "So it's stepping on this."

Miao Siduan touched his chin and fell into deep thought:

"Your Excellency the Demon Saint is harmless to people whose chests you can step on, but becomes ferocious to those whose chests you can't step on? Hmm, this is very strange..."

As she muttered to herself, she glanced at the chests of Li Guoer and Ouyang Rong beside her.

Ouyang Rong:......

Li Guoer:……? ?

Ouyang Rong was speechless. He picked up a piece of cake from the cake plate on the table and threw it on the carpet at his feet.

The man who was exercising in Xie Lingjiang's arms suddenly broke free from her arms, jumped up, and rushed to Ouyang Rong's feet.

She ate the cake with her tongue rolled up. After finishing it, she looked around and circled around Ouyang Rong's feet twice.

"Meow~"

The little cat stretched its head out and rubbed its face against Ouyang Rong's heels.

Ouyang Rong did not take the cake. Instead, he bent down, reached out, touched the furry cat's head, and scratched its ears with two fingers.

"Gulu gulu..."

There was a kind of squinting of the eyes and a sound of enjoyment coming from the mouth.

As soon as Ouyang Rong's palm moved, like a mature woman being spanked on the buttocks, she turned over in a very tacit manner, lying on all fours, revealing her softest belly to him.

Ouyang Rong kneaded it casually, seeming to be quite satisfied, then picked up another piece of cake and threw it at his feet.

He was so cute that he turned over and ate the food whole.

"Meow~meow~"

I saw the "Demon Saint" in my mind surrendering at Xiao Rongzi's feet, and meowing in a very coquettish and flattering manner.

He was originally trying to come up with an idea about the rules of milk-stepping, but now his little mouth was open in vain and he fell into a brief silence.

At this time, Xie Lingjiang walked back and sat next to Ouyang Rong.

Ouyang Rong gave the wonderful idea to Xie Lingjiang.

He went to get rid of the guts.

Miao Si squeezed into Xie Lingjiang's arms, stood on her legs, and looked thoughtfully at the plate of pastries next to Ouyang Rong.

She pushed aside the obstructing daughter of the Xie family and stood on tiptoe to grab the pastries on the plate.

With a "pa" sound, Ouyang Rong slapped the dirty little hand away.

"Xiao Rongzi, you..."

Miao Si rolled her eyes at Ouyang Rong.

She stood on Xie Lingjiang's knees, one hand on her waist, and pointed at Youyou who was eating on the ground and said:

"The most annoying, no doubt about it."

I looked up and glanced at Miaosi.

Miao Si leaned back immediately, shrank back into Xie Lingjiang's arms, and explained: "I'm talking about Xiao Rongzi."

Ouyang Rong touched him and continued to eat obediently with his head down.

He nodded slightly and said:

"Being arrogant at first and then being respectful later makes you laugh when you think about it."

"..."

Xie Lingjiang and Li Guoer looked at each other and both burst out laughing. The two stunning girls with very different temperaments had their own unique smiles.

"What are you laughing at? Don't laugh, don't laugh at me, the fairy lady. Thank you, little girl. We must share the same hatred for Xiao Rongzi and face the enemy together. We must unite, unite, unite!"

Miao Si jumped up and rushed to cover Xie Lingjiang's mouth, and did not forget to turn around and yell at Li Guoer who was smiling and sipping wine:
"Miss Li, you too, don't laugh. It won't be far away. If you are bullied by Xiao Rongzi in the future, no one will help you. We must unite now and not let Xiao Rongzi divide us and bully us badly..."

puff--!
Li Guoer couldn't help but cover her chest and sprayed a mouthful of wine onto Ouyang Rong's face.

Miao Si was halfway through his speech when he suddenly felt a red-sleeved hand reaching out and tightly covering his mouth.

But before it could struggle, another jade hand with a men's sleeve reached out and covered the red-sleeved hand in front, as if it was an extra layer of insurance, and both of them pressed on her mouth.

It was Xie Lingjiang and Li Guoer. The two women reached out their hands almost at the same time.

“Mmm…Mmm?” The little ink elf opened his eyes wide.

"Stop talking nonsense." Xie Lingjiang frowned.

"What nonsense are you talking about, little kid?"

Li Guoer lectured with an expressionless face.

Then he turned his head almost smoothly and said to Ouyang Rong, who was wide-eyed and rubbing the water stains on his face, in a hard tone:
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. Ouyang Lianghan, could you please not bring in strangers and turn this princess's study into a theater?"

Ouyang Rong was originally teasing the cat, and he just happened to have a piece of cake in his hand, ready to feed it to Youzhong.

As a result, he was sprayed with water in the face by the little princess.

He just stood there in a daze, a little confused. He touched his face with his hand and looked down. It was turbid yellowish acid water.

Well, warm rice wine is like this.

On the carpet at their feet, they looked left and right at Ouyang Rong and Li Guoer, as if they were curious.

"Meow~"

It made three consecutive jumps, first leaping onto Ouyang Rong's knees, snatching the pastry from his paused right hand, then leaping back to the ground, and then leaping towards the door, with a nimble posture, it ran away.

Unfortunately, the wonderful idea can't escape.

Xie Lingjiang, Li Guoer, and the other two girls held her tightly with their four hands. This scene was like two little girls fighting over a doll.

"Big Brother, are you okay? Wipe it."

Xie Lingjiang quickly handed over a handkerchief, her pretty face full of concern.

After Li Guoer apologized, she had one hand in her arms. When she saw Xie Lingjiang had taken out a white handkerchief from his sleeve, her expression did not change. She took out the handkerchief and wiped the corner of her mouth with it, then fixed her eyes on Miao Si.

Xie Lingjiang was busy wiping the water stains for his senior brother.

Li Guoer took Miao Si from Xie Lingjiang's arms.

"Thank you, girls, uh uh huh..."

Before the young nun in Confucian robes could make a statement, her mouth was blocked by Li Guoer's handkerchief.

Li Guoer was very focused, and she stuffed the whole handkerchief into Miao Si's stubborn mouth, leaving no space for her. "I won't stay in front of Her Royal Highness the Princess next time. This position is a pain."

Ouyang Rong complained as he lowered his head to wipe his collar.

Li Guoer did not comment, but continued to cover the mouth of the complaining little Mo Jing with her jade hand and asked:

"Do you want Caishou to find you some clothes?"

"It's okay, let's leave it at that." Ouyang Rong waved his hand: "Where were we talking about just now?"

"The whereabouts of [Han Shi]." Xie Lingjiang reminded.

Ouyang Rong nodded, pondered and said:
"As far as I know, Tao Yuanming has a hidden identity, the legendary swordsman of [Hanshi]."

"Tao Yuanming?"

The two girls looked at each other in surprise.

The struggling little ink spirit also calmed down and tilted her head slightly, but no one noticed her.

Xie Lingjiang frowned, while Li Guoer had a thoughtful look on his face and glanced at Ouyang Rong for a moment.

Xie Lingjiang was curious: "The history books say that in his later years, he refused to bend over backwards for money and retired from office. Could it be that [Hanshi] was taken to seclusion by him? Retiring together is possible given his personality."

Ouyang Rong suddenly said: "No, not necessarily."

"Why?" Xie Lingjiang was curious.

Li Guoer frowned and said nothing.

Ouyang Rong did not go to see Li Guoer, and said briefly:

“Before he resigned, he left the [Hanshi] sword art at Donglin Temple. [Hanshi] might not have taken it with him. Moreover, if he was the legendary sword master of [Hanshi], his experiences that were not recorded in history books must have been tortuous and bizarre, and not simple.

"According to what was said at the time, [Han Shi] was related to the dynasty's luck and was originally created by the Liu Song royal family. It was already surprising that Tao Yuanming, an outsider, could become the legendary sword master. How could they allow him to take away [Han Shi] and the sword formula?

"Since the [Hanshi] sword technique was left behind, then [Hanshi] might have also been left behind."

"Wait. Which came first, Tao Yuanming's resignation and retreat, or the three Northern Expeditions of the Southern Song Dynasty?"

Li Guoer suddenly asked, and at the same time stood up, found a book from the pile of books beside him with ease, took it out, and flipped through several pages.

She looked down and said:
"After the Eastern Jin Dynasty came the Liu Song Dynasty, which was also the longest-lasting and largest dynasty in the Southern Dynasties. It lasted for four generations, experienced ten emperors, and lasted for fifty-nine years...

"I looked up the year of his birth and death. Tao Yuanming was born in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, from a declining noble family. One of his ancestors was a high-ranking official, but the family declined later, and he could barely be considered poor... Well, these books are all old clichés.

"It is said that he was known for his noble reputation as a hermit in his early years, and was considered a famous scholar in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. He lived to the Liu Song Dynasty and should have witnessed the establishment of the new dynasty by Emperor Wuzong of Song, Liu Ji'nu.

"As Sister Xie said, since [Hanshi] was forged by Liu Jinu, he should have become the master of [Hanshi] during the Liu Song Dynasty..."

Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang saw Li Guoer point her index finger, which was smeared with red cardamom, at the page of the book and slide it slowly, and her lips slightly opened:

"Found it. Judging from the time, the Northern Expedition of Yuanjia was launched by the third emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, long after Tao Yuanming resigned from office and retired... So, it should have nothing to do with him.

"According to Sister Xie's family history, the Southern Song Dynasty had the [Hanshi] and even had mature methods to use them, so they dared to launch the Yuanjia Northern Expedition, although they failed later..."

Li Guoer nodded and said to the two of them affirmatively:

"It's all right, Ouyang Lianghan, you are right. Before Tao Yuanming resigned from office and retired, he must have left behind [Hanshi]."

Ouyang Rong nodded slightly.

Xie Lingjiang shook his head: "It's been so many years, who knows where he went..."

“Mmmmm…” The little black spirit beside Li Guoer suddenly struggled.

The three of them looked over.

She looked pitiful.

I was not going to pay any attention to it, but Miao Si looked very anxious.

Ouyang Rong casually pulled out the saliva-stained handkerchief from her hand and said seriously, "Go out and play, stop making noise..."

Who would have thought that Miao Si's words would attract the attention of the three people:
"Are you looking for [Han Shi]? This fairy seems to have seen him before."

Ouyang Rong immediately asked: "Where have you seen him?"

"Well, didn't you just mention the Yuanjia Northern Expedition? The Yuanjia era name sounds familiar. I don't know if you are talking about that time. This fairy lady hates to remember the almanac the most. Anyway, this fairy lady remembers that there was a follower who was also from a royal family of the Southern Dynasty with the surname Liu. It should be the Southern Song Dynasty you mentioned. At that time, it was fighting with the Northern Wei. Those northern barbarians were really too much. The north originally belonged to them, so what's wrong with letting them fight back? They don't know how to be gentle, kind, respectful, frugal and modest. Barbarians are barbarians.

"Anyway, the last time I saw Hanshi was at that time. It must be it. The sky-blue long rainbow sword energy is exactly the same. I recognize it even if it turns into ashes. But..."

"But what?" Xie Lingjiang asked urgently.

“But it seems to have changed. When the follower returned to the tent at night, this fairy heard him say something serious that the national teacher had escorted a scroll from the palace, and the general took them to greet it in person. It should be the [Han Shi].

"In the beginning, I didn't believe him. It's not like I haven't seen Hanshi before. The last time I saw it, it wasn't a scroll. But later, I saw the sword energy of Hanshi rising on the battlefield. I thought it must be true. Maybe it's hidden in that scroll."

"Hide it in the scroll?" Li Guoer was curious: "Why bother?"

"do not know."

Miao Si pointed his finger at his chin and thought:

"Or maybe it was remade, but to be honest, it's not as pretty as before. Why did it become a scroll for no reason? It used to be so beautiful, hanging upside down above people's heads, the same color as the southern sky.

“But it’s hard to say for sure. Let me tell you, there were a lot of effeminate people among the nobles in Jiankang at that time. Some wore women’s clothes, some put on rouge and powder, and some ran naked and took elixirs. Anyway, they were like a bunch of demons dancing wildly. With their poor aesthetics, I am not surprised at all by what they did. Maybe they just thought that the round scrolls looked better. It’s a pity for the [poor scholars].

"Tsk tsk, he is called a poor scholar, but he has fallen into the hands of the aristocratic families, princes and generals. The more he shouts, the more he lacks."

"Then when was the last time you saw [Han Shi], the time when he looked the best as you said?" Ouyang Rong asked sharply.

Miaosi looked at him and muttered ambiguously:

"I forgot. I first met that follower during the Yuanjia period after I woke up from a deep sleep. I forgot a lot of things before I fell asleep. Well, I need to eat more ink and recall it carefully."

Ouyang Rong suddenly asked, "You said before that there is a Ding sword without a hilt. Except for the lack of a hilt, everything else is the same as a normal sword... Is this it?"

"Hey, you have a good memory." Miao Si muttered in surprise, and then quickly changed his expression. With a clear look full of wisdom, he said in a confused tone: "Hmm, did the fairy lady say this? I don't remember."

Ouyang Rong asked again: "What does the scroll look like?"

"I don't know. Only my follower has seen it. He said that there is an article about a place full of peach blossoms..."

"A place full of peach blossoms?" Ouyang Rong fell silent.

"Did they say what the article was?" Xie Lingjiang asked.

Miao Si was silent for a while after hearing this. Under the gaze of the three people, he lowered his head and muttered:
"Well, I asked, and my follower said it was left by Mr. Tao."

"Tao Qian?" Li Guoer blurted out.

"Who else could it be if not him?" Miao Si crossed his arms and groaned, "Didn't you already know that he is the master of some strange sword from Hanshi?"

Li Guoer looked thoughtful.

Ouyang Rong's expression became a little strange.

Xie Lingjiang asked: "After that, where did [Han Shi] go?"

Miao Si looked at her: "Later? Then you lost, so how could you win again?"

The three were speechless.

"As for where I went." Miao Si waved her hand: "Well, I forgot how many years it was in Yuanjia. Anyway, there was a war again, which affected my life..."

As she muttered, she reached out for the plate of pastries on the table, glancing at the pastries that could subdue "Your Excellency the Demon Saint".

Ouyang Rong directly brought the cake plate to her and said seriously:
"Okay, stop talking nonsense and get down to business."

"whee."

Miao Si's face was full of smiles. She sat beside the plate, playing with the cakes in her hands, and said casually:

"One day he came back in a hurry, saying that he wanted to make a tactical shift... Actually, he just wanted to run away because he couldn't win. That follower took me on a night ride. On the way back to Jiankang, I woke up and heard him chatting with his companions. They seemed to be in a hurry. I vaguely heard them say that the scroll fell into the hands of the Northern Wei army and was taken back to the north of the Yangtze River.

"Hey, this Southern Song Dynasty is just lame. They took the initiative to march north and even lost their belongings. This fairy knew it. In fact, I already knew their character from my previous follower. When it comes to disappointing people, this Southern Dynasty never disappoints people..."

Miao Si shook her head.

"You are comparable to Xiao Rongzi, but you are too much of a dog, uh uh uh ..."

"Okay, no more talking."

Ouyang Rong stuffed a piece of cake into its mouth, turned his head and exchanged glances with his junior sister and Li Guoer.

"Fell into the hands of the Northern Wei?"

Unexpected, but reasonable. The three were surprised for a moment, then gradually digested it.

Ouyang Rong's eyes were a little dazed, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Later, Li Guoer and Xie Lingjiang asked some more questions, talking about other periods of Buddhist worship during the Northern and Southern Dynasties, and analyzing Yunmeng's motives... However, Ouyang Rong was a little distracted and did not respond much.

In the evening, when it was getting dark, the three of them finished their conversation over warm wine in the study and left one after another.

Before leaving the courtyard, Ouyang Rong suddenly asked Miao Si, who was looking back reluctantly, "You just said that this was the last time you saw Han Shi, so where did you see it before?"

Miao Si didn't even turn his head, but talked about something completely unrelated:
"This time I lost to the Demon Saint, it was not my fault. The first time I saw a big white goose in my follower's house, I was also defeated. I was chased by the big white goose. Later I figured out a way to deal with them. Hehe, now I can defeat them. I plucked all the goose feathers!"

It waved the cake wrapped in a handkerchief in its hand, full of fighting spirit:

"Just wait and see, little Rongzi. I will take down the big monster and pluck all its hair. I guess it has too much hair, and it's too troublesome to boil it with boiling water. I'd better let it be my mount, hehe."

Ignoring Ouyang Rong's question, Miao Si tilted her head and asked curiously:

"By the way, Xiao Rongzi, its name is Youzhong, right? Great, what a domineering name, it is comparable to this fairy lady, and can be her rival..."

Ouyang Rong frowned and looked at the smug little Mo Jing.

Finally, the two of them, one big and one small, stayed silent along the way...

Moon on the branches.

Ouyang Rong returned to his residence in Huaiye Lane, declined to have dinner, and quickly returned to his study in Yinbingzhai.

Send your wonderful thoughts to sleep.

He returned to his desk and took out another silk scroll, which was the original manuscript of Peach Blossom Spring, a treasured calligraphy work of the former Northern Wei royal family, the current Jingzhao Yuan family.

Ouyang Rong's gaze moved downward and landed on the scroll silk book that served as the carrier of the article.

His brows gradually furrowed...

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