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Chapter 683 If you know him, you will see him as a tiny ant that sees the blue sky [Vote for a monthly ticket during the seven days of National Day and you can win a prize! ]

"Ouyang Lianghan, say it again."

Rong Zhen was very serious and spoke in a serious manner.

"what?"

Ouyang Rong raised his head, looking a little confused.

Rong Zhen looked at the young man in scholarly robes pretending to be stupid for a while with a stern face, then said:
"Being able to listen to the music of an old master... Forget it. If you don't know him, you will see him as a frog in a well seeing the moon in the sky. If you know him, you will see him as an ant seeing the sky."

Ouyang Rong nodded and said with a smile:

"Perhaps. I am not a fool. Ms. Rong 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 slightly.

She lowered her eyes: "It can be considered as one link, why do you ask?"

Ouyang Rong smiled:
"I always feel that this senior is not simple. Besides, time is tight at Xunyang Grottoes. If it was just to learn qin music, why would Ms. Rong waste her time on this? It's a simple truth."

Rong Zhen's reaction was indifferent, and he sneered:
"Oh, I thought you would be narcissistic and secretly think that I had other intentions in asking you to learn piano music... It seems that you are quite self-aware. Good, very good."

Ouyang Rong was stunned.

Before he could speak, Rong Zhen suddenly said:
"Since you have guessed it, I will not hide it from you. The old senior and his music involve the core of the Donglin Buddha. The sooner I learn it, the better."

Ouyang Rong asked: "Isn't it best to learn it before the big Buddha lands?"

Rong Zhen nodded silently.

Ouyang Rong asked again: "Is the special quota I heard about before also related to this? Only if you learn this song will you be safe."

Rong Zhen frowned slightly and glanced at him.

After a while, he nodded slightly: "Yeah."

Ouyang Rong's expression turned serious:
"Then what are you waiting for? Time is short and the task is heavy. I'll play it a few more times, and you listen carefully."

Rong Zhen suddenly asked:
"Why don't you ask what this special quota is? What is the real defense of Xunyang Grottoes like?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head:
"Ms. Rong would say it, and she has already said it. If she doesn't say it, she must have her own reasons. I won't ask any more questions."

Rong Zhen looked at him deeply:

"In fact, I already know the music you taught me. As for the more essential parts, it's useless for you to play them many times. As the old senior said, it requires understanding."

Ouyang Rong smiled and said:
"If it doesn't work once, try again and again. You will eventually gain something. You can't force understanding, but let's use the stupid method."

"Why are you so patient with me?"

Ouyang Rong was about to frown when Rong Zhen immediately said:
"I just can't stand the stupidity of the people I teach. I hate stupidity. But Ouyang Lianghan, what you just said is actually not wrong. I am indeed a little lacking in the understanding of the music taught by the old senior."

"What exactly does Ms. Rong want to say? Are you trying to stall for time and be lazy, waiting for the senior's pipa music downstairs to finish and then go back to rest, right? Why are you being as lazy as Yuan Changshi?"

"It's ridiculous. I'm too lazy to tell you."

Ouyang Rong smiled and continued tuning the piano and playing.

Rong Zhen looked stern for a while, then suddenly said:
"It's not that you can't participate in the defense of Xunyang Grottoes, but you have to go through an identity check by the Si Tian Jian. Everyone who comes into contact with the core defense of Xunyang Grottoes needs to go through it. This is a routine. You were not allowed to touch the core of the Buddha before, not targeting you, but everyone outside the Si Tian Jian was not allowed to know. This is the rule."

Ouyang Rong asked: "Is Commander Yi the same?"

"Yes. Several generals of the Xuanwu Guard and the White Tiger Guard have been checked."

Ouyang Rong smiled and said, "We really need to check it carefully."

Rong Zhen couldn't help but said, "I'll say it again, it's not directed at you."

"I know."

Rong Zhen said again:

"In fact, there is one more thing. Regarding the date of the Buddha's landing, Senior Song and I have some ideas that we are not sure whether they are mature or not. They will be helpful for deployment. Do you have time to come to Xunyang Grottoes in the next two days? We can discuss it behind closed doors."

Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes and said, "Okay, let's do it the morning after tomorrow."

"Okay, keep playing the piano."

Rong Zhen snorted lightly, closed his eyes and gave the order as if it was a matter of course.

Ouyang Rong was used to her arrogance, so he smiled as softly as spring breeze and continued playing the piano.

……

The next day.

Ouyang Rong did not go to Xunyang Grottoes.

It was a rare opportunity to rest today. After finishing his work in the lobby of Jiangzhou, he took some time out to go to the quiet courtyard in advance to accompany the embroiderer.

"Be careful with the steps." Ouyang Rong took Zhao Qingxiu's hand, who was happily welcoming him at the door, and walked to the backyard together. He explained in a gentle voice:

"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. It's not good."

"Yeah." Zhao Qingxiu hugged his arms, slightly tilted her head towards him, and smiled.

When he came to the main wing, Ouyang Rong saw some needlework on the table.

"What is this? A sachet?"

[It is, in fact, a talisman. I want to make one for you and Sister Xie]

Ouyang Rong remained calm:
"Thank you sister?"

Zhao Qingxiu smiled and wrote:
[Don't worry, the birthday gift has been sent out, it won't disrupt Tan Lang's plans in advance. Oh, and I've already made one, Tan Lang, take it back.]

Ouyang Rong nodded, picked up the amulet and took a look at it.

It is actually a small sachet with some wishes inside.

Ouyang Rong opened it, pulled 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 is a blessing to lovers... It’s true that the embroiderer’s handwriting is really good, but it is really inconvenient for the blind to write. It can be seen that she wasted a lot of paper before she copied it relatively neatly.

Ouyang Rong glanced at the amulet for his junior sister that Zhao Qingxiu was still making and pursed his lips.

"Thanks a lot."

he said softly.

Zhao Qingxiu, who was cleaning the table with her head down, paused for a moment, then continued to clean up, shaking her head slightly from behind:
[Tan Lang worked hard, and wanted to take advantage of my aunt's birthday gift to bring me to my sisters, but I stayed in the yard and could do nothing. I felt sad.]

Ouyang Rong shook his head vigorously:
"Didn't we agree on this before? I'll go to Huaiye Lane. As long as you don't mind that I have a woman by my side, that's fine."

Zhao Qingxiu was busy waving her hands.

[No, I don’t reject it, I just feel sorry for that Miss Xie]

"Apology?" Ouyang Rongqi asked.

Zhao Qingxiu bit her lip and said nothing.

He also wrote:
[Tan Lang works so hard, I won’t let him down, I, I will also work hard]

Ouyang Rong thought that the effort she was talking about was something like a talisman to please his junior sister, so he comforted her with a few words.

After a while, they were affectionate and prepared to leave the quiet courtyard.

Before leaving, Zhao Qingxiu stuffed the amulet into his arms.

It wasn't tucked around 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 from the car and took it back.

After returning to the yard, he went to the study instead of the bedroom.

Beside the table, Ouyang Rong opened the sword case, took out the items, and checked them one by one.

Ouyang Rong took out the original copy of Peach Blossom Spring and two bronze daggers. One was given to him by Ms. Rong, an ordinary bronze dagger.

There was another one that was seized from Master Yizhi, and there was a special bloodstain on the sword.

Ouyang Rong tried to put the original copy of "Peach Blossom Spring" together with the two bronze daggers, fiddled with them for a while, and observed them carefully.

He seemed to be trying to piece two things together.

The whole process was fruitless.

After studying it for a while and seeing no clue, Ouyang Rong shook his head.

It seems that the original bronze shaft rod of the original copy of Peach Blossom Spring collected by Jingzhao Yuanshi is made of blood bronze, which should be very rare and cannot be easily replaced by the main material of Yunmeng Ling...

From this point of view, it is reasonable to guess that blood bronzes are also differentiated and are divided into different grades.

He collected several items on the table and stuffed them back into the Mohist sword box to block out the aura.

Finally, after checking the merit value 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.

Little Mo Jingmiaosi came out from the closet door, looked at him suspiciously, and asked in an interrogative tone:

"Why did you come back so early today? I was still awake when you came back. I don't know where you went every day. I never saw you before going to bed. You don't date Xie girl every day, do you? Otherwise, she would be very happy."

Ouyang Rong said nothing and pushed her little head back into the closet.

"Xiao Rongzi, you are using cold violence! This is the saddest thing, no doubt about it."

"Don't shout. If you can't produce spiritual ink, don't talk."

"...?"

Ouyang Rong looked a little tired. He 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 mist and the warmth was still there, but there was no sign of Ouyang Rong who had just finished his shower.

A young nun in Confucian robes quietly appeared and ran to a bamboo basket filled with dirty clothes and personal belongings. She climbed up and started searching.

"Xiao Rongzi, are you hiding something from me again? You stinky man, I've noticed something's wrong with you. Why don't you show me your good stuff..."

Miao Si simply jumped into the basket, buried her little face in the fabric at the cuffs 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 scent of that old drunkard from hundreds of years ago. No wonder it's so familiar. But his literary scent is not much, it's looming, and it's mixed with a very unfamiliar literary smell... No wonder I didn't smell it the last few times. It turned out that they were mixed. This time I finally figured it out... Strange, where is the thing? Where did he hide it? Is this true that I am afraid of it? It's so funny. Only a ghost would want the stinky literary scent of that old drunkard..."

Miao Si pinched her nose and searched for a while with a look of disgust on her face, and suddenly her little hands pulled out something.

After seeing it clearly, she showed some surprise on her face:

"Is this... a sachet?"

The little ink fairy opened a sachet that was half her size and muttered:
"Why does this kid have so many sachets? He's the worst, bar none. This sachet is quite new. Hmm, never forget each other? Ugh, so corny, eh..."

Miaosi suddenly exclaimed "Huh", put her little nose close and sniffed... the ink on the paper.

……

early morning.

Xunyang Grottoes.

Rong Zhen and Nanny Song stood at the foot of the Buddha, silent and looking up at the Buddha.

"You haven't understood the sword techniques of Yu yet?"

"Ah."

"Hurry up."

"know."

"I'm not urging you, but the old man surnamed Yu is very unreasonable. If you can't do it by then, and you let him come, he might be passive and lazy, or make trouble again. Only Your Majesty can control him, but Your Majesty is thousands of miles away..."

Nanny Song sighed, and after a while, she continued to instruct:
"This kind of thing is best left in the hands of our people at the Si Tian Jian. This is also the opportunity given to you by His Majesty, and the Great God of Destiny also has high hopes for you."

"Junior knows."

Nanny Song turned her head to look at the girl in palace dress who was looking down, and asked:

"Do we really want him to know about this Buddha statue?"

Rong Zhen seemed not to hear it.

The old woman with white eyes looked silent and continued:

"Governor Ouyang is only in charge of the construction. Why would he know so much? Besides, now that the Buddha is about to land, the more people who know, the greater the risk. I don't need to explain this to you."

Rong Zhen finally spoke:
"It's time to talk. When he comes today, we will discuss with him the date we set and the deception we will use. Some things cannot be avoided. We will follow the process and check it again. We will tell him about the Great Buddha's defense today."

"You'd better do what you say. Don't be soft-hearted and let things slide. If you are careless, you will end up in trouble."

"Are you saying that the minister appointed by His Majesty to create the statue and the scholar of Xiuwenguan are colluding with the enemy?"

"That's not what I meant."

The two female officials of the Imperial Observatory, one old and one young, started asking and answering questions.

At this moment, a middle-aged female official suddenly came from outside and shouted from a distance:

"Madam..."

Rong Zhen frowned: "What's the matter?"

The middle-aged female official seemed to be Rong Zhen’s confidant. She glanced at Nanny Song beside her and shut her mouth.

Upon seeing this, Nanny Song chuckled, turned around and walked away, giving up her seat.

The old woman with a rolled eye walked away. When she turned back at some point, she saw the middle-aged female official leaning close to the ear of the girl in palace dress and seemed to say something.

The girl in palace dress showed a look of surprise and confusion on her face.

Nanny Song retracted her gaze and walked towards the golden Buddha head in the distance, which was being closely guarded by Yi Qianqiu and his men...

Led by the middle-aged female official, Rong Zhen came to a pavilion.

She glanced up.

There was a messenger waiting in the pavilion, a thin-faced man who was a complete stranger.

Rong Zhen entered the pavilion and said without turning his head:
"You step back."

"Yes."

The middle-aged female official 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 saluted and respectfully handed over a letter.

Rong Zhen frowned and accepted it.

The face-slimming messenger bowed and left without saying a word.

Rong Zhen did not stop him. He twisted the letter between two fingers, lowered his eyes to look at the familiar wax seal, and then slowly opened it.

She unfolded the letter and glanced at it for a while, and her originally indifferent expression gradually faded.

At a certain moment, the muscles of the nasolabial lines on the slightly chubby cheeks of the palace-dressed girl who had cultivated her youth twitched faintly.

Rong Zhen suddenly turned his head and looked towards the direction of Xunyang City in the distance.

The next second, the figure of the girl in palace dress disappeared from the pavilion.

Only a piece of broken letter paper remained.

It was crushed by a jade hand that was clenched so tightly that the fingers were bleeding and turning pale.

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