Chapter 170: One hundred seventy-seven, Encountering a beauty, meeting friends with poetry

One hundred seventy-seven, Encountering a beauty, meeting friends with poetry

Not really, a gentleman also guards against craftsmen one hundred seventy-seven, Encountering a beauty, meeting friends with poetry Today the county office got off work early.

The evening time is leisurely, and the sky is not yet dark.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong walks out of the county office gate with big strides, originally intending to return directly to Meilu Garden, but bumps into a green-clothed servant at the gate.

"What? Invite me over for dinner?" Magistrate Ouyang Rong's footsteps pause.

"Yes, my lord, my eldest young master has just obtained a few jars of good wine, and tonight he has prepared good wine and dishes, waiting for you, respectfully welcoming you."

"The eldest young master's teacher has recovered from his illness, and he is not busy taking care of him? Fine, I know."

Magistrate Ouyang Rong laughs and dismisses the Su family servant.

"Good wine? Why drink wine for no reason?"

Magistrate Ouyang Rong mutters, having been in contact for so long, he and Eldest Young Master Su are not people who are greedy for wine, and drinking is only for social interaction.

However, this did not prevent Magistrate Ouyang Rong from running over to mooch a dinner.

Last time Su Fu invited Magistrate Ouyang Rong to attend his own sister's birthday gift, Magistrate Ouyang Rong thought about it afterwards, and sent a message yesterday, directly refusing, only saying that the date was full, and he was afraid he couldn't go to the birthday gift in two days.

Eldest Young Master Su not only didn't blame him, but also sent someone to write back to comfort him.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong was quite embarrassed, and now that he was invited, it was inconvenient to refuse again.

He remembered that Liu Ashan beside him didn't drink, but Yan Yan Liulang was a person who loved wine.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong turns his head, returns to the county office, goes to the capture class soap room, and calls out Yan Yan Liulang, who was bragging and farting with the brothers of the capture, together.

The two go to the Su Mansion together.

It's just that as soon as they arrived outside Juxian Garden, they were told by the Su Mansion maid that they were too early, and Eldest Young Master Su was still in the garden taking lessons, so they had to wait a while.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong asked the bun-faced maid, and learned that this time it was not that old Master Yuan, but another old Confucian scholar.

Fortunately it wasn't, otherwise, meeting after class later would definitely be awkward.

"Damn it, this guy Eldest Young Master, he stood us up again!" Yan Yan Liulang was indignant.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong shakes his head.

"Young Master Magistrate Ouyang, Young Master Yan, please follow this servant to the water pavilion ahead to rest your feet."

Magistrate Ouyang Rong and Yan Yan Liulang are not surprised, and follow.

However, just as they approached the water pavilion, Magistrate Ouyang Rong's ears move slightly.

In the evening garden air mixed with the fragrance of flowers.

A burst of zither music drifts leisurely.

It comes from the direction of the water pavilion.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong and Yan Yan Liulang turn around a jungle.

In sight, they see from afar that in the water pavilion, there is a beauty in white clothes and plain clothes, lowering her brows and playing the zither.

Ding—ding—dong—dong—

Everything is silent, only the gurgling zither sound.

This zither sound is like high mountains, like flowing water.

The feeling of lingering sound around the beams is endless in the ears.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong and Yan Yan Liulang look at each other, their eyes both surprised and puzzled.

"This is... someone is here, should we change places..."

Magistrate Ouyang Rong turns his head, and his face is stunned, only to see that the bun-faced maid who had been following with small steps behind him has disappeared without a trace.

The two seem to be left in place.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong cannot help but look at the silhouette in the water pavilion not far away again.

Although the evening light is a bit dark, the Su Mansion is rich and imposing, and the eaves of the water pavilion are hung with bright lanterns on all four sides.

He sees clearly.

In the pavilion, this little beauty in white clothes with plum blossom makeup on her forehead is slightly familiar.

"Does the magistrate know her? Does it have anything to do with Eldest Young Master?"

Yan Yan Liulang measures Magistrate Ouyang Rong's expression and cannot help but ask in a low voice.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong doesn't speak, standing in the shade of the tree in place, looking as if he has no intention of moving to the water pavilion.

The young magistrate looks around, frowning slightly.

Yan Yan Liulang calms down and honestly follows behind him.

In the water pavilion, the little beauty with plum blossom makeup continues to lower her brows and play the zither, as if she hasn't noticed the two strangers, Magistrate Ouyang Rong and Yan Yan Liulang, not far away.

The zither sound continues.

Just like the tree leaves and woods blown by the evening wind by the pond.

Sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

Sometimes the zither sound is like the spring water in the mountain stream, clear and transparent, and the style gradually becomes beautiful and lively.

Sometimes it is like a lonely peak in the high mountains, lonely and desolate, the rhythm is slow, as if hiding a sorrow, with no one to vent or tell.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong and Yan Yan Liulang waited for a long time in this zither sound, in this shade of the tree, and didn't see the bun-faced maid or Eldest Young Master Su and others come to disturb them.

The two cannot help but look at each other.

Finally.

A song ends.

In the pavilion, the little beauty with plum blossom makeup stands up immediately, in a white dress, walks out of the water pavilion, and leaves holding the zither.

Throughout the process, it seems she didn't notice Magistrate Ouyang Rong and Yan Yan Liulang at all.

"Magistrate, what is the name of this piece?

"Although I am a rough person and didn't understand it, the melody is quite good, much better than the songs in the teahouses and brothels I often go to.

"Hmm, the zither in this pretty little lady's hand is probably also an expensive good zither; where would an ordinary zither have this kind of timbre."

Yan Yan Liulang nods and asks curiously to the back of a certain young magistrate who is frowning and pursing his lips and standing silently ahead.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong's face is serious, but he shakes his head: "I don't understand, but it seems very powerful."

"..."

Yan Yan Liulang says speechlessly: "Then why was the magistrate listening so intently? Just now I saw the magistrate's appearance and thought you had already understood it and were silently appreciating it, so I didn't dare to make a sound to nag you..."

Magistrate Ouyang Rong smiles embarrassedly.

After the beauty holding the zither left, the water pavilion became empty, and Eldest Young Master Su still didn't come out of class, so the two walked toward the brightly lit water pavilion together.

On the waterfront walkway, the young magistrate walking in front touches his chin, his face seems to be thinking, and he turns his head and says seriously:

"This piece... might be High Mountains and Flowing Water."

"High Mountains and Flowing Water? The magistrate is truly amazing."

"This official guessed it, do you believe it?" Magistrate Ouyang Rong nods.

Laugh to death, this is the most famous one, he has only heard of this one.

Yan Yan Liulang naturally shakes his head and doesn't believe it.

The two step into the pavilion, originally wanting to sit down, when suddenly their sight is attracted by a certain position in the pavilion.

"Eh, magistrate, what is this?"

Yan Yan Liulang points to a red lacquer pavilion pillar directly in front and asks.

"I guess it's poetry." Magistrate Ouyang Rong nods again.

"..." Yan Yan Liulang is speechless, "Magistrate, I have eyes and know a little bit of characters, of course I know this is a line of poetry, but how could it be written on the pavilion pillar?"

Pausing, the blue-clothed constable with keen insight asks suspiciously:

"The day old Master Yuan fell into the water, we came over, and there were no characters on this pavilion pillar, and these characters look like the ink is not dry, written not long ago?"

As soon as this question is asked, the two look at the stone table in the center of the water pavilion where the little lady with plum blossom makeup just sat.

On the table is a set of brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.

In the fish-shaped inkstone, there is a pool of pitch-black ink that is dazzling under the lanterns.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong and Yan Yan Liulang cannot help but look back at the direction the beauty holding the zither just left.

The two look at each other.

"Magistrate, was this written for... you?" Yan Yan Liulang changes his words and asks.

"I don't know, perhaps."

Magistrate Ouyang Rong shakes his head, turns his face to look at the ink characters with beautiful handwriting on the pavilion pillar.

Yan Yan Liulang, who doesn't know many characters, stares for a while, but happens to read it out with just enough vocabulary:

"I am drunk and want to sleep, you go... Tomorrow if you have the intention... bring the zither and come?"

Yan Yan Liulang pinches his chin, ponders and studies in front of the pillar, shakes his head and shrugs, turns his head and asks: "Magistrate, what does this mean?"

"Powerful... let's go, people are coming."

Magistrate Ouyang Rong praises, turns around and is about to leave.

He sees Eldest Young Master Su's silhouette in the direction of Juxian Garden from afar.

"Magistrate, I see that there is a space specially left on the pillar next to this, what if it was really written for you by the beauty, shouldn't you also leave some reply or something? I see that it's all acted like this in teahouse dramas, meeting friends with poetry or something, it's very literary."

Magistrate Ouyang Rong nods: "It makes sense, Yan Liulang is truly smart, never forgetting to remind me."

Yan Yan Liulang scratches the back of his head, always feeling that his magistrate's tone is a bit strange.

They dawdled in the water pavilion for a while, and before long, the two left the pavilion, met up with Eldest Young Master Su, and went to Juxian Garden to drink together.

The evening banquet ended, and everyone returned satisfied.

The night is getting deeper.

In the brightly lit water pavilion.

"Miss, Miss, what does this character mean?"

Sister Caishou is full of confusion, her small finger pointing to the only ink character on the pavilion pillar in front, asking Su Su Guoer behind her.

"Uh, can poetry be replied to like this? Why is there only one character."

Her Miss specially wrote a line of profound poetry on the red lacquer wooden pillar in the pavilion, and on the other pavilion pillar specially left empty by them next to the pillar with the poetry, at this moment there is only one character reply.

This ink character hangs high, somewhat lonely.

In sharp contrast to the pavilion pillar with a large line of ink characters next to it, it has a sense of being cold at the height.

"Six?"

Su Su Guoer reads it, and even though she is full of talent and her boudoir knowledge is not inferior to some famous Confucian scholars, she is also full of confusion at this moment:

"What is the meaning of this character?"

Su Su Guoer cannot help but take a few more looks at Magistrate Ouyang Magistrate Ouyang Lianghan's familiar handwriting above.

She casually left a line of broken poetry, meeting friends with poetry, quite subtle, but very elegant... I am drunk and want to sleep, you go... Tomorrow if you have the intention, bring the zither and come... I can only say, those who understand, understand.

Could it be that Magistrate Ouyang Magistrate Ouyang Lianghan didn't understand?

Not right.

Su Su Guoer shakes her head slightly; she herself feels that this thought is absurd and unbelievable.

Magistrate Ouyang Magistrate Ouyang Lianghan is a Metropolitan Graduate, a famous reading seed of the Bai Lu Dong Academy, and a student of the famous Confucian Chenjun Xie Xun.

And not long ago, that "On Teachers" was eye-catching, with brilliant literary talent, and his talent could not be suppressed.

How could such a person not understand poetry?

Sister Caishou next to her seems to have thought of the same thing, and is also puzzled, frowning and muttering:

"This 'Six' character from Young Master Magistrate Ouyang... could it be that it contains some profound meaning? Uh, worthy of being a Metropolitan Graduate Tanhua, sparing words like gold, even replying to a poem makes people unable to figure it out."

Sister Caishou sighs with admiration.

Su Su Guoer raises her head, her dark brows furrowed, muttering in her mouth:

"Uh, could it be that I accidentally played one note wrong in that piece of music in the evening, and he keenly discovered it?"

Two days have passed since the last invitation to the Su Mansion for a banquet.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong is still busy with water control matters during the day, and as for every night, he sleeps very soundly, but every morning, he is full of energy, and he doesn't know if it is a psychological effect after relaxation.

In addition, Magistrate Ouyang Rong also found that Ye Ye Weilai, this girl, has been a bit strange these few days, waking up earlier than him every morning, and occasionally seeing her "nodding" and dozing off during the day.

He doesn't know if she didn't sleep well at night.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong cannot help but shake his head.

This evening, getting off work on time, at the gate of the county office, Magistrate Ouyang Rong was blocked again.

This time it was not a green-clothed servant, but Eldest Young Master Su himself.

"Why did Eldest Young Master get out of class so early? Is the teacher not teaching anymore?" Magistrate Ouyang Rong is surprised.

"Don't mention class today! Go, go, go, Magistrate Ouyang Lianghan, come with me."

Eldest Young Master Su is not polite, pulling his friend's sleeve and walking forward, taking Magistrate Ouyang Rong to the Su Mansion for dinner again.

After asking, he learned that Su's father went night fishing recently and caught a big fish, specially made crucian carp soup, and asked Eldest Young Master Su to invite Magistrate Ouyang Rong to the banquet as a friend.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong is helpless, so he has to pull Yan Yan Liulang along.

The latter is a white-pimping monster who always hitches meals, of course, in Yan Yan Liulang's mouth, this is called heroic and dry.

The group arrives at the Su Mansion.

This time, there was no such thing as being led by a strange maid to a water pavilion and bumping into zither music, Magistrate Ouyang Rong and Yan Yan Liulang were directly and enthusiastically received by the warm Su father, Su Su Xian.

The night is getting deeper.

Su Mansion, a brightly lit main hall.

There is an evening wind blowing the lanterns on the distant corridor, and the lanterns are swaying.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong and Yan Yan Liulang walk out of the main hall together, come to the corridor, look left and right, and call out to a goose-yellow skirt maid passing by the door.

Yan Yan Liulang clenches his fist and covers his mouth, coughing: "May I ask, where is the nearest latrine?"

The goose-yellow skirt little maid points to the east corridor.

The two thank her and walk along the corridor.

The banquet was only halfway through, and Yan Yan Liulang drank too much wine, so he pulled Magistrate Ouyang Rong, who was sitting in the seat next to him, to go to the latrine together, and by the way, came out to blow the wind to sober up.

As for why men have to follow each other to the latrine, it can only be said that it is the same as women accompanying each other to the latrine, having the same effect.

"Are you sure this is the way? Why haven't we reached the end yet?"

This Su Mansion is quite large, Magistrate Ouyang Rong and Yan Yan Liulang walked for a long time along the path pointed by the bun-faced little maid just now, and their expressions gradually became puzzled.

Just as the two were looking around, they suddenly saw a pavilion on the right side of the corridor not far ahead, with the plaque "Zuiweng" on it.

In the Zuiweng Pavilion, there was a familiar silhouette sitting.

The beautiful young lady had plum blossom makeup on her forehead, but instead of the snow-white clothes from last time, she had changed into a vermilion Taoist robe, wearing a jade hibiscus crown.

A clean and elegant Taoist nun outfit, sitting alone in the pavilion.

On the corridor, the two could not help but pause their footsteps.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong took two more looks and found that this time, the young lady in the pavilion who should be Su's little sister was not playing the zither.

She had a chessboard alone, one hand supporting her chin, two fingers of the other hand lightly pinching a white piece, lowering her brows to play chess.

It's just that the seat opposite Su's little sister was empty.

Playing against herself?

On the corridor, Magistrate Ouyang Rong and Yan Yan Liulang didn't stop their footsteps, the latter was in a hurry.

The two passed by the pavilion and walked away silently.

And the little lady playing chess in the pavilion seemed to have never noticed them from beginning to end, lowering her eyes and placing pieces.

Half a stick of incense later, Magistrate Ouyang Rong and Yan Yan Liulang returned from the latrine.

In the pavilion, there was no one.

The two looked at each other, their footsteps paused tacitly, and they turned and walked into the pavilion.

In the pavilion, except for a black and white mixed chessboard, on the east pavilion pillar, there was a line of elegant, fresh ink characters that were not yet dry.

"Both are lazy garden guests... together facing the desolate... rain and snow days?"

Yan Yan Liulang raised his head and read the broken poem.

A certain young magistrate looked for a while and nodded: "Six."

"Ah?" Yan Yan Liulang opened his mouth and turned his head, his expression puzzled: "What is the magistrate calling me for?"

"..."

Magistrate Ouyang Rong could not help but look at Yan Yan Liulang.

Pausing, he shook his head, "Nothing."

He didn't explain the rich connotation of the character "Six" to Yan Liulang, who was sitting in the right seat.

The two turned their heads and looked at the broken poem on the pillar again...

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