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Chapter 826 Rong Zhen: That Bad Hairpin
"I'll give it to you. One is for healing. I heard that as long as you have a breath, it can keep you alive. Although it can't bring you back to life, it can save your life at a critical moment.

"There is another one. The Taiqing Sect Master of Longhu Mountain gave it to me. He said it was a golden elixir that would help with cultivation..."

Li Guoer lowered his eyes and said.

Ouyang Rong suddenly said:

"This is the Transcendental Golden Pill, refined by the Six-Winged Heavenly Cicada, which can improve one's Qi Refining talent. Although I heard that the rare Six-Winged Heavenly Cicada was made into three Transcendental Golden Pills by the True Man of Ge Zao Mountain, and this should be one of them, which is one-third of the medicinal effect, but do you know how precious it is? Just one pill can allow an ordinary mortal to successfully refine Qi and achieve some success. Two pills can give one an outstanding physique, superior Qi Refining talent, and be cultivated by the Qi Refining Sect. As for swallowing all three pills... one will directly rank among the top monsters on the mountain."

"Oh?"

She tilted her head, her tone somewhat casual.

Ouyang Rong put the golden pill back into the pill box, raised his head, and said seriously:
"Does anyone else know about this pill? Have you told Junior Sister about it?"

"No."

Li Guoer shook his head:

"The head of Longhu Mountain asked Lu Ya to give it to me. I haven't told anyone else about it."

Ouyang Rong advised:
"Don't tell anyone about this in the future. This matter must be kept secret."

Li Guoer turned her head and carefully looked at Ouyang Rong's expression, which was unable to conceal his emotion, and whispered:
"It looks like it will be very useful to you. I didn't make a wrong choice in this gift."

Ouyang Rong suddenly threw something.

Li Guoer caught it subconsciously.

Looking down, I saw it was a small wine gourd.

The one he had just hidden behind him.

Ouyang Rong said seriously:
"I remembered that there is still one pot left. Your Highness, drink carefully and don't tell the prince and princess."

Li Guoer: ...

Beside the fire, the little princess with plum blossom makeup snorted softly, pulled out the cork without further ado, and tilted her head back to pour the wine.

Ouyang Rong subconsciously said: "Don't lip-sync, leave some."

"I want you to tell me."

Li Guoer rolled her eyes at him. Ouyang Rong was slightly stunned. It was rare to see the little princess showing such a girlish side.

The turbid yellow wine entered the fair Adam's apple.

The young lady drank with big gulps of wine, and she was actually quite heroic.

Ouyang Rong took a closer look.

Li Guoer suddenly put down the wine gourd, and raised a finger from the hand holding the gourd to signal someone in the distance: "Sister Xie is in my tent. I asked her to come over to deliver the sachet, but she refused to come."

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but turn his head and look at the junior sister's tent where the lights had been turned off.

It turned out that the junior sister didn’t sleep, she just changed her sleeping place.

Li Guoer said directly:

"If you go looking for me, I can avoid you."

Ouyang Rong said nothing, staring down at the pill box.

Just when Li Guoer thought he was about to agree, Ouyang Rong suddenly pointed at the pill box with two pill holes and said:
"There is the Taiqing seal of Longhu Mountain on the box. This pill box is specially provided by Longhu Mountain. Judging from the position inside, it should have originally contained two pills. And this healing pill looks like it should be from Gezhao Mountain."

He looked at Li Guoer and asked:

"In addition to this Transcendent Golden Pill, did the Tianshi Mansion send another pill? What kind of pill is it?"

Li Guoer glanced at him and said nothing.

Ouyang Rong smiled and asked:
"Guess, are there two Transcendent Golden Pills?"

The two looked at each other for a while, and Li Guoer suddenly laughed:
"Ouyang Lianghan, sometimes you are so smart that it's annoying."

Ouyang Rong, who had already taken one pill, did not beat around the bush: "Your Highness, have you taken it?"

Li Guoer looked indifferent:
"I'm going to leave that one for the master of the Night Pearl Ding Sword."

Ouyang Rong nodded:
"'Returning' is a sword technique, and it is also in your Highness' possession."

Li Guoer nodded: "Well, this sword technique will eventually be handed over to the sword master of the Night Pearl Ding Sword."

Ouyang Rong: "Who do you think is the wielder of the Night Pearl Tripod Sword, little princess?"

Li Guoer nodded again:

"We have to wait until they have reached the ninth level of Qi Refining and then test their true names."

Ouyang Rong calmed down.

Their eyes met, and neither of them shifted their gaze.

There was a ball of flame burning quietly in the middle, spitting out tongues of fire from time to time.

Ouyang Rong stared at her and asked word by word:

"Why did Your Highness think its real name was '曌'? A newly created character."

Li Guoer tilted her head and said, "Didn't I tell you that I had a dream in which you were a noble person and the gifts you gave me were extraordinary, including the words."

Ouyang Ronglang smiled and said:

"I've been free these past two days, and I've been thinking about this. I've come up with another possibility. Your Highness, would you like to hear it?"

Li Guoer looked very interested: "You tell me."

He half joked:

"It is possible that Your Highness is a person with strong energy, which is why he has such a feeling."

Upon hearing this, Li Guoer gradually frowned and murmured:

"A person with a strong temper? But what's the use of that? My father and mother don't allow me to practice Qi. When I arrive in Luoyang, I must avoid trouble, be low-key and docile. So what if I have a strong temper? So what if I have a strong temper."

Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes:
"When the arrows attacked that day, Your Highness and the Princess were strangely moved together. Did you notice anything unusual?"

"No, it doesn't hurt. Why, have you found the cause?"

Ouyang Rong nodded: "There are two possibilities. One is that the Ding Sword is spiritual and is protecting the destined person. The other is that the sword already has an owner."

Li Guoer waved her hand:
"Don't be ridiculous."

Ouyang Rong looked at her silently for a while, and said softly:

"Okay, I'll leave the sword techniques and elixirs with you, but you must ensure that this Ding Sword belongs to us?"

"Of course." Li Guoer nodded seriously, "It must be in our hands, even if we have to offer it up."

Ouyang Rong asked: "Do you know why the prince doesn't let you practice Qi?"

Li Guoer nodded:
"I know. Children of the royal family are not allowed to practice Qi. Otherwise, that would be the fate of the mad emperor of Sui Dynasty. The more he practiced, the crazier he became. He was wise and powerful in his early years, but in his later years he became incompetent and paranoid, and ruined his country."

Including the saints at that time, those who wanted to mobilize the power of the Ding Sword constructed the Peach Blossom Sword Formations such as the Four Great Buddhas and Songde Tianshu to control it indirectly.

"As long as you know."

Li Guoer asked with a smile:
"So you ruled out the possibility of letting my brother practice Qi training from the beginning, and never thought of letting him be the sword wielder of the Night Pearl Ding Sword."

"Ah."

Ouyang Rong nodded, pursed his lips, and continued:

"The prince and princess do not want you to cultivate Qi, Your Highness. In addition to wanting Your Highness to live a stable and wealthy life, there is also this reason. Princesses of the Great Zhou Dynasty cannot cultivate Qi, just like Princess Changle. Unless you become a nun or leave the royal family and join a sect that is visible or invisible, away from the center of power, you can cultivate to your heart's content. The prince and princess are also afraid that you will be disliked by the saint. After all, Rong Zhen and Miao Zhen both said that you look like the saint when he was young. Logically, it is easiest to please the saint. The portrait of you that was sent to the clan house is still hanging in Shangyang Palace."

Li Guoer said softly: "I know. I don't want to become a monk either. I don't blame my father and mother."

There was something meaningful in Ouyang Rong's eyes.

After a while, Li Guoer glanced at the woods nearby, then got up and left.

"Someone is looking for you. Don't forget Sister Xie, or she will keep me awake again."

After Li Guoer left, a girl in palace dress slowly walked out of the forest.

She came to the campfire and sat down directly opposite Ouyang Rong.

Ouyang Rong coughed and asked:
"How did you come?"

Rong Zhen asked back, "I was just taking a walk, what were you talking about with her in the middle of the night? A single man and a single woman."

"Walking is insomnia, no wonder your tent is not turned off."

Rong Zhen glanced at him sideways: "Do you know that I am not asleep?"

"Ah."

"You didn't sleep either."

"Correct."

"Then why don't you come to me? Didn't you say you wanted to sleep with me? I mean, I mean, don't you have anything to say to me?"

Ouyang Rong thought for a moment and said, "Yes." Rong Zhen immediately said, "You tell me."

Ouyang Rong probed:

"Good night?"

"..."

Rong Zhen's face turned cold and she didn't want to pay attention to him anymore.

Ouyang Rong immediately became serious:
"I will accompany you to the Lantern Festival during the Lantern Festival. I will not forget it, but it is still half a year away."

"Ah."

After Rong Zhen responded, he silently took out a long zither.

Ouyang Rong thought it looked familiar, as if it was left by an old musician.

At the beginning, he left her a zither and Ouyang Rong a pipa.

Rong Zhen whispered:

"It's almost too late. I can't be angry with you anymore. I will play the sword technique."

Before Ouyang Rong could react, the sound of a piano rang out.

Ouyang Rong calmed down.

Rong Zhen plays the piano seriously.

The firelight fell on her little face. Her nose was pretty and her profile was delicate and beautiful.

Ouyang Rong sat upright, his attention seemingly entirely focused on the music.

But his eyes fell on her face as she played the piano seriously.

The melodious and soft voice spread throughout the camp, with a faint hint of lonely sobbing.

Just one song.

Rong Zhen asked softly: "How?"

She found that Ouyang Rong was staring at her face.

"Why are you staring at me? Did Qin hear it?"

"Listen."

"How about it?"

"It's OK. Try it again and I'll think about it."

"Okay, listen carefully."

Rong Zhen did not get tired of playing it again.

The sound of the piano spread all around again, contrasting with the loneliness of the two figures of a man and a woman beside the campfire.

The song ended again.

Rong Zhen put down the zither and asked expectantly, "How is it?"

The firelight was against her, so Rong Zhen couldn't see his expression clearly.

The young man in Confucian robes seemed to nod:

"I'm almost feeling it, can you do it again?"

Rong Zhen frowned slightly: "Could it be that I forgot the details and played it wrong?"

After saying that, prepare to play again.

Ouyang Rong waved his hand: "Wait, maybe the position is wrong."

"What do you mean?"

Ouyang Rong signaled Rong Zhen to stand up, and he also stood up and moved a little closer. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and taught her the fingering technique in a very professional manner.

Because of the wrong fingering technique, Rong Zhen's face turned slightly red, but she kept a serious face, lowered her head and studied in a cold manner.

Ouyang Rong's advice was well-reasoned. Although Rong Zhen had mastered the music, his fingering was indeed a problem.

She listened very carefully.

Before he knew it, Ouyang Rong's arms were wrapped around Rong Zhen's petite body holding the zither.

By the time the girl in palace dress reacted, she was already in his arms.

"you……"

Ouyang Rong suddenly hugged her and sat down, and Rong Zhen sat in his arms.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

At this moment, Rong Zhen was sitting with her back to Ouyang Rong, and the graceful curve of her back fit perfectly in his arms.

Ouyang Rong felt her heat.

Rong Zhen also felt his pleasant breathing, and his ears felt itchy and hot.

"Ouyang Lianghan, you, you are not studying the piano well, what are you thinking about, let go."

Ouyang Rong calmly shook his head: "Shh, continue talking."

Rong Zhen was so embarrassed that she wanted to break free, but she couldn't move. His hands were handcuffed around her slender waist, his arms didn't move at all, and his attitude was firm.

She felt someone blowing air beside her ears, which made her feel hot and itchy.

"Just like that, I didn't even comprehend the sword technique just now. Let me listen closer."

Ouyang Rong whispered in her ear.

Rong Zhen's reaction weakened for a moment.

After playing it again, she lowered her head and asked in a depressed tone:

"Have you learned it, stupid guy?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head, his tone was not depressed, and said truthfully:

"No, I don't know why. Actually, I know the music, but I haven't understood the sword tactics after listening to both sides. Maybe I haven't understood the true meaning of the [Emperor Wen] sword tactics."

Rong Zhen was a little worried:
"Then what should I do? Oh, right, this music is not the original sword trick, it is improved by the old musician. It is indeed necessary to understand the true meaning. This was also the case with me at the beginning. I failed to learn it after several repetitions. The old musician said that I was obsessed with appearance. People who are obsessed with appearance cannot glimpse the true meaning of [Emperor Wen] from his music. Later... Later, it was said that I was disfigured before I understood the true meaning. Lianghan, do you want to disfigure yourself too?"

"I see. That explains it. Perhaps it requires an opportunity."

Ouyang Rong smiled and looked calm.

"You're still laughing." Rong Zhen turned around and found that he didn't look angry. He felt a little disappointed and for a moment he forgot to break free from this extremely embarrassing posture.

"Stop laughing, hurry up and think of a way. Why are you so stupid? If you don't learn it, then you can go to Luoyang with me. I won't let you go to find the embroiderer. Without the sword technique, your cultivation is not good enough, and it will be dangerous if you go there."

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "It's okay, just continue playing."

Rong Zhen asked curiously: "Do you feel it?"

Ouyang Rong said honestly:

"No... I don't have the feeling of understanding the sword's meaning, but I do have other feelings. For me, the most important thing is not to understand the true meaning." He looked up at the bright moon in the sky, then looked at the beauty in his arms: "At least this is not the most important thing at the moment."

Rong Zhen was quiet for a while, then a trembling voice came: "What, what is that?"

"What matters is that you played it."

She asked shyly, "Why are you talking about this in the middle of the night? You have no shame."

Rong Zhen saw Ouyang Rong lower his head as if thinking for a moment, then raised his head, his face as bright as the moon, with a gentle smile:
"I just suddenly felt that Lady Shi is so cute."

He pointed at the moon in the sky and said very seriously:

"Also, there are some things that should not be said in the middle of the night. When should I say them? You like to save face in front of others, and I also have to be serious in front of others. Look, there are only two hours left until dawn. We will leave at daybreak. Well, can you play it for me again?"

The young man rested his chin leisurely on her shoulder from behind.

For some reason, Rong Zhen's eyes had turned red. She turned her head away, and simply closed her eyes in shame, leaning back in his arms, seeking a moment of warmth.

It is the most comfortable position. The girl, like an iceberg melting away, begins to pluck the strings with her bare hands and play the piano.

Amid the sound of the piano, her soft, mosquito-like voice could be heard: "Okay, but you have to promise one thing."

Ouyang Rong asked with a smile: "What's the matter?"

“When listening to music, you are only allowed to get inspiration, not that.”

He was curious: "What is that?"

Rong Zhen's eyes evaded:

"That, that bad hairpin."

Ouyang Rong:……?
(End of this chapter)