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Chapter 805: The Old Musician Also Loves Matchmaking

The old musician left behind a harp and a pipa.

There is another letter.

Ouyang Rong took the envelope and returned to the platform with Rong Zhen and Yan Liulang.

Under Rong Zhen's somewhat curious gaze, Ouyang Rong took the letter, lowered his head and read through it, keeping a calm expression.

I don’t know what the old musician wrote in the letter.

Only Yan Liulang had read it in advance.

When they arrived at the main cave, they found that it had already been cleaned out by Yan Liulang's men. They counted the survivors, and found that all the courtiers were either dead or injured. The remaining people had all had their weapons removed.

Yan Liulang and his captains took over the place.

After today's battle, apart from Yi Qianqiu and Old Yang, there were only a dozen female officials in white and imperial guards left on the imperial court.

On the north bank of Shuangfengjian, the thousands of troops originally deployed for defense were almost wiped out, and only a few White Tiger Guards and Black Tortoise Guards were left on the outskirts of the south bank.

The main reason was that when Bai Jiao appeared at the beginning, he crushed the enemy and killed too many people.

Looking back now, the survivors on the North Shore feel a little dazed and frightened.

Ouyang Rong and his group returned to the platform. The survivors couldn't help but glance at the white sturgeon floating in the air beside Ouyang Rong with complicated eyes.

This little thing was everyone's nightmare not long ago, but now it is following the young man in scholar's robe obediently like a little cutie.

Ouyang Rong climbed onto the platform and glanced at the field.

The number of female officials in white and imperial guards was slightly less. They should be the "outsiders" that Rong Zhen just mentioned. Those who had connections with Nanny Song and Wei had all been cleared out.

This means that there are only a handful of people from the imperial court who witnessed Ouyang Rong’s identity as the “Owner of the Butterfly Flower” near the platform today.

Now he has the power of life and death.

Ouyang Rong understood what Rong Zhen and Yi Qianqiu meant by taking prompt action to eliminate dissidents.

Not only is he convinced, but he also has the selfish desire to protect some of his subordinates.

Otherwise, they might all die, even Yi Qianqiu himself would be in danger. It all depended on Ouyang Rong's decision... Only a certain princess was considered safe in the minds of Yan, Yi and others.

After this battle at Shuangfeng Peak, the control of the entire Xunyang now falls into Ouyang Rong's hands without any objection.

And what happens inside the Twin Peaks today will also be written by the winners.

Yi Qianqiu, Old Yang, and a dozen female officials and soldiers all looked at Ouyang Rong tacitly, waiting for him to speak.

Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes and continued reading the letter, pursing his lips and saying nothing.

Yan Liulang was followed by two subordinates, each holding an object and handing it over.

"Mingfu, Mr. Yu said that this one-stringed harp is for Ms. Rongzhen, and this pipa is for you."

Rong Zhen was stunned for a moment, took the zither and looked down at it.

Ouyang Rong looked at the pipa in front of him and said nothing.

The letter was written in a hurry, and there was no piano score of the Emperor Wen's sword tactics on it.

The old musician left in a hurry, or in time, while he was distracted by Tian Lei, Rong Zhen and others and was fleeing to the rebel side, otherwise he might not have been able to escape.

In addition, the old man mentioned Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen in the letter as if chatting about family matters...

Rong Zhen tilted her head and asked:
"What did Mr. Yu say?"

Ouyang Rong put the letter away and had no intention of showing it to her.

Rong Zhen bit her lip and stared at him.

"Didn't I leave you any sword techniques?" she suddenly asked.

Ouyang Rong did not answer, but asked around:
"Did anyone see where Mr. Yu went?"

The platform was completely silent.

Yan Liulang heard this and understood immediately:

"Mingfu, do you want to send someone to chase them back? There are only a few ways to leave Xunyang."

While Ouyang Rong was pondering, Old Yang raised his hand and said:
"Master, I saw it. Just after you carried the thunderbolt, the rebels fled. Senior Yu turned back to the bamboo forest. I followed him and saw that he went back to the yard to get his luggage, then found a small boat by the river and left quietly."

Rong Zhen suddenly said, "This was agreed upon in advance. After the war, we will let him go. It doesn't count as leaving without saying goodbye. Mr. Yu should have returned home."

Old Yang shook his head and said:
"It shouldn't be a return trip. I saw that he didn't seem to be heading south, so I asked him. He said it was the same, and he smiled and said something..."

Rong Zhen was puzzled: "What did you say?"

Old Yang recalled:

"He said that what an old friend said today was true, and he also said that he had finally found a place with peach blossoms blooming just like his hometown."

Rong Zhen frowned: "A place where peach blossoms are in full bloom? He is not going back home? Isn't everything prepared for him to return home in glory..."

Having said this, she paused, as if she had thought of something, and pursed her lips into a line.

Ouyang Rong looked at the rolling river in the distance under the setting sun.

In a sense, this old man Yu and Tao Yuanming are the same kind of people. Just as Tao Yuanming does not want to be awakened by gods again, the two of them make the same choice, to live in seclusion and peace, away from the world.

Yan Liulang tried to ask: "Mingfu, do you want to chase him?"

"Let him go."

Ouyang Rong calmly turned around and walked down the platform.

Rong Zhen asked again: "Ouyang Lianghan, what did the letter from the old senior say?"

Ouyang Rong didn't answer.

Rong Zhen looked at Yan Liulang, who had read the letter and followed Ming Fu without looking away.

At this time, Yuan Huaimin's weak voice came out at an inopportune time, falling into the ears of everyone in the audience:

"Giving away both a zither and a pipa, doesn't that mean the harmony of the zither and the harp? Your meaning is quite obvious."

The whole audience was silent for a moment.

All eyes fell on the zither in Rong Zhen's hand and the pipa given to Ouyang Rong by the old musician.

Rong Zhending stood still, his ten scallion-like fingers twisted together in his sleeves.

Ouyang Rong's back had already walked away. Under the attention of the whole audience, he turned his head indifferently and said to Yan Liulang:

"Take them all back to the city."

"Yes."

Yan Liulang immediately clasped his fists.

Everyone was asked to evacuate and return to the south bank in an orderly manner. While Yan Liulang was directing at the makeshift dock, he glanced at the cold back of the girl in palace dress who followed his troops onto the boat.

In fact, at the end of the letter, Mr. Yu mentioned a certain piece of music to the Ming Mansion. Yan Liulang didn't know what the music was for, but it seemed to be very important. The Ming Mansion was concerned about it, but Mr. Yu didn't mean to teach it himself...

Ouyang Rong took the lead to cross the river by boat without waiting for Yan Liulang and others to return to the city.

He rode alone in a small boat, which passed the Buddha's head that was exposed above the water in the middle of the river and headed towards the north bank.

Ouyang Rong sat cross-legged at the bow of the boat, took out the letter from the old musician, stuffed it into his sword case, and prepared to break it.

Just as I put it in, I realized that [Craftsman] was entangled by the "Thunder Punishment" and could not move.

The envelope entangled by the thunder spirit's gossamer thread was twisted out by two fingers, folded, torn into pieces one by one, and scattered into the river.

Ouyang Rong looked down at the arc remaining on his fingertips.

After experiencing the rare nine-fold thunder tribulation in the world, this body unexpectedly gained a special benefit: except for the mysterious thunder pattern that trapped [Craftsman's Works], it is immune to ordinary thunder and lightning without any harm.

However, the sword box may not be able to hold miscellaneous items in the future, and items such as the night pearl and bronze mask will need to be moved to other places.

Because the sword box contained [craftsmanship] and a pool of 'thunder punishment', other things would be electrocuted, although he would be fine if he touched them.

In addition, when building the Peach Blossom Sword Formation around [Craftsmanship], no sundries can be placed in the sword box, which can be regarded as freeing up an independent hut for the little guy.

Ouyang Rong glanced at the bronze scroll, then took out a torn Confucian scripture from the sword case he was using temporarily, tore off the paper, and began to draw talismans with blood.

It is the Kuixing Talisman taught by Cui Hao.

At the bow, the agile white sturgeon was wandering around Ouyang Rong's body. He followed his memory, using his fingers as a pen, sketching on the paper stroke by stroke, gradually becoming proficient.

Before Cui Hao left, he taught him the Taoyuan Sword Formation, which required the Kuixing Talisman to activate.

This is the unique skill of the ancestor of the Qinghe Cui family, the Grand Tutor of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

However, in addition to teaching Ouyang Rong how to draw talismans and form formations, Cui Hao also taught him something else. After a while, the talisman was completed.

A simple Kuixing talisman fell into Ouyang Rong's hands.

Ouyang Rong asked Bai Hong seriously:
"Do you know how Yunmeng Jianze left?"

The white sturgeon was still swimming around him, looking carefree and like a fool.

Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes slightly: "Don't follow me, go back to find Miss Zhishuang."

As soon as the words fell, the merit points in the Merit Tower instantly decreased by one hundred.

The Kuixing Talisman shot out like lightning and imprinted on the body of the white sturgeon that was wandering leisurely. A Kuixing Talisman that had been imprinted in its body lit up.

The white sturgeon was suspended in mid-air, struggling and swinging its tail, unable to move forward.

The young man in Confucian robes was left to go alone in the boat.

It stayed in the middle of the river reluctantly.

Ouyang Rong suddenly felt kind-hearted and let the white sturgeon go home. He sat cross-legged again, put the zither case, eighteen seeds, bronze scroll and other items aside, and continued to practice the Kuixing Talisman.

The wound on his shoulder gradually stopped bleeding, but it still hurt slightly. However, he was focused.

The reason why I feel at ease with Yan Liulang.

In addition to the confidence in the deterrent power of showing his prowess in front of people today, it is also because of the Kuixing Talisman.

Cui Hao's move actually had a hidden trick. He used the golden light of the Buddha as a cover and dropped a Kuixing Talisman on everyone on the platform.

Life and death are in Ouyang Rong's hands.

But they didn't notice at all.

For example, before this, although Nanny Song was seriously injured after the fight with Xue Zhongzhu, she was still a top-grade Qi-refining master, and a lean camel is still bigger than a horse.

That's why he dug up his Dantian to intercept the Mo Jiao, and he also forcibly opened Guixu to lead it to the thunder sacrifice.

It’s all because of this secret move.

However, Cui Hao did not teach Ouyang Rong how to cast such a tricky life and death talisman, nor did he have the time to teach him. It should be an advanced application of the Confucian "Kui Xing Fu".

Ouyang Rong had just started learning and was just beginning to understand the basics.

They can only use the ready-made products that Cui Hao has already laid out, that is, the existing ones in the bodies of Rong Zhen, Yi Qianqiu, Lao Yangtou and others.

While Ouyang Rong was drawing the talisman, he silently touched the blood letter left by a handsome young man in his arms...

It was already late at night when we returned to Xunyang City.

Night fell over the entire city.

The hall of Jiangzhou was brightly lit and people were coming and going. Officials from Xunyang gathered together to carry out orders issued by a governor who had just returned.

Rong Zhen, Yi Qianqiu and others were arranged in the back hall. In addition to the doctor's treatment, they were also under house arrest and guarded by palace soldiers.

In the main hall, an impromptu meeting had just ended. After receiving the orders from the young governor, the officials left one after another.

Only Yan Liulang, Wei Mi and Chen You stayed.

After the situation stabilized, Wei Mi, who had been hiding, also came out.

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, and Ouyang Rong asked him to lead the team to guard Rong Zhen, Yi Qianqiu and others.

There are no arrangements for the follow-up to today's Shuangfengjian battle.

Because there are more important things.

Yan Liulang reported with a smile:
"Ming Fu, the Xuanwu Battalion coming to support the Central Army Camp on the front line has already arrived in Hukou County and is on their way. Once they arrive, the situation in the city will be completely stabilized."

Chen You was reporting the news in the city to Ouyang Rong. When he heard Yan Liulang's words, Ouyang Rong didn't turn around but listened carefully. At some point, he asked Chen You:

"You mean, Li Congshan, Miaozhen and the three hundred White Tiger Guards have not been found yet and their whereabouts are unknown?"

"Yes, they were last seen entering Mount Kuanglu."

"Go to Mount Kuanglu..."

Ouyang Rong stood up and wandered around the lobby twice.

The next moment, he quickly walked over, put on his clothes, took his sword case and other things, and strode out.

"Where are you going, Mr. Ming? Your shoulder injury has not been treated yet. The doctor will be here soon..."

"Is there a boat going to Dragon City?"

"The dock has burned down, and there are no boats available for the time being."

"Ready your horse."

"it is good."

Before going to the stable, Ouyang Rong said something and calmly arranged:
"Send a message to the Xuanwu Camp in Hukou County, telling them not to come to Xunyang, but to go to Longcheng instead... General Wei, please keep an eye on the princess and Commander Yi. I have something important to attend to, so I will be out of town for a while. While I am away, Liu Lang will be in charge of all matters in the city."

Yan Liulang vaguely realized something, looked in the direction of Dragon City, and hurriedly clasped his fists:
"Yes, Mingfu!"

Two quarters of an hour later, the west gate of Xunyang, which was under a strict curfew, slowly rose. A chestnut horse passed through the bridge hole, carrying a scholar's robe, and plunged into the official road under the night.

After the galloping shadow left, the west city gate was about to close. Suddenly, a cry of surprise and an uproar sounded from the top of the city wall. Then, a white horse slid out from the gap of the descending city gate, carrying a woman in a purple dress, and galloped off into the dark distance.

It is in the same direction as the chestnut horse in front.

On the rear wall, Chen You and other officials on duty looked back with embarrassment:

"General Yan, should we send someone to chase her? The prefecture has issued an order not to let her leave the Jiangzhou Hall..."

Chen You was halfway through his speech when he discovered that Yan Liulang had already walked down the city wall and was almost out of sight.

After hearing what Chen You said, the blue-clothed captain's unpleasant voice came from the stairwell:
"Brother Chen, do you really think this young lady is a prisoner? Chase her for nothing. Close the door. Just go back and keep a good lookout for Yi Qianqiu and the others."

Chen You and others looked at each other.

Ouyang Rong rode Dongmei and traveled for several hours at night after leaving Xunyang City.

By the early morning, when the sun was rising, he had already traveled a hundred miles. He stopped beside the official road, dismounted, led the horse through the forest, and came to the riverside where the morning breeze and golden waves were.

Ouyang Rong squatted down, scooped a handful of river water and washed his face.

But I saw a familiar "snow-white" fish swimming beneath the water.

He frowned slightly.

It’s a “stupid” white sturgeon.

After being marked by the Kuixing Talisman, it followed him all the way along the river.

Didn’t return to Yunmengze.

Perhaps it was because it was brought here by a giant three-legged bird and it had completely forgotten the way back.

It seems that we can't rely on this stupid fish.

Ouyang Rong stared at the rolling river water in the morning light for a while, and suddenly said without turning his head:

"Why are you following me?"

In the woods behind, there was a figure riding a white horse and wearing purple clothes, swaying.

Rong Zhen walked slowly towards them with her long hair draped over her shoulders and her skirt fluttering.

The river breeze is as sharp as a knife, showing the sharp shoulders; the black hair is like a waterfall reflecting the sunlight.

She held out her hand to him:
"Return my hairpin to me."

After a pause, Rong Zhen turned his face away:

"Before the thunderbolt yesterday, I was just moved by the scene and wanted to find someone similar to help me tie my hair. I also said yesterday that my father and you were in a similar situation, and you are barely a gentleman. In short, I was moved by the scene and had no other intentions. Don't be sentimental and don't try to take my hairpin. That's it."

The girl in palace dress said this coldly with an expression of "that's it", and found that Ouyang Lianghan in front of her was just looking at her quietly.

She immediately turned around, patted the harp on the horse's back, and stretched out her white and tender little hand impatiently:
"The old senior has left. The sword technique of Emperor Wen that you want can only be taught by me. Bring me the hairpin and we will exchange it for another. It's that simple. Don't waste your time." After a pause, "Why, do you still want to keep it secret?"

Ouyang Rong said nothing, leading the horse forward, seemingly not caring much about the sword tactics.

Rong Zhen stood where she was, her three thousand strands of black hair fluttering in the whistling river breeze.

She glanced sideways, staring straight at his slender back, her cheeks puffed up and her teeth clenched.

The cold girl in palace dress continued to follow on horseback.

The two of them followed the river, one in front and one behind, and headed south to Longcheng...

(End of this chapter)