Chapter 525: 397. If you know him, you see him like a mayfly seeing the blue sky [National Day seven days can draw prizes for monthly

397. If you know him, you see him like a mayfly seeing the blue sky 【National Day seven days can draw prizes for monthly votes!】

"Ouyang Lianghan, say it again."

Rong Zhen was very serious, word for word.

"What?"

Ouyang Rong raised his head, revealing a somewhat confused look.

Rong Zhen tightened her face, watched the young man in Confucian robes pretending to be stupid for a while, and spoke:

"Can listen to the old senior's zither music... forget it. You don't know him, you see him like a frog in a well seeing the sky's moon; if you know him, you see him like a mayfly seeing the blue sky."

Ouyang Rong nodded and said with a smile:

"Perhaps. Actually, I'm not stupid either. Lady Historian, do you want to master this piece because it relates to the defense of the Xunyang Grottoes?"

Rong Zhen exchanged looks with Ouyang Rong for a while and nodded imperceptibly.

She lowered her eyes: "It's considered a link. Why do you ask?"

Ouyang Rong smiled:

"I just feel that this old senior is not simple, and time is tight at the Xunyang Grottoes. If it were just purely learning zither music, Lady Historian wouldn't waste time on it. It's a very simple truth."

Rong Zhen's reaction was faint, revealing a sneer:

"Oh, I thought you would narcissistically think that I asked you to learn zither music because I had some other thoughts... It seems you also have self-knowledge. Good, very good."

Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment.

Before he could speak, Rong Zhen suddenly said:

"Since you guessed it, I won't hide it. The old senior and his music involve the core of the East Forest Great Buddha. The faster I learn it, the better."

Ouyang Rong asked: "Is it best to learn it before the Great Buddha lands?"

Rong Zhen nodded without a word.

Ouyang Rong asked again: "Is the special quota I heard about before also related to it? Only after learning this piece can it be considered stable for you."

Rong Zhen frowned slightly and glanced at him.

A moment later, she nodded slightly: "Mm."

Ouyang Rong's expression became serious:

"Then what are you waiting for? Time is tight, the task is heavy. I'll play it a few more times, you listen carefully."

Rong Zhen suddenly asked:

"Don't you ask what this special quota is? What the true defense of the Xunyang Grottoes is like?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head:

"If Lady Historian wanted to say, you would have said it long ago. If you don't say it, naturally you have your own reasons. I won't ask too much."

Rong Zhen looked at him deeply:

"Actually, the zither music you taught, I already know it. The more essential things, playing it many more times is useless. Like the old senior said, it requires comprehension."

Ouyang Rong smiled and said:

"Once is not enough, then many times, there will always be gains. Comprehension cannot be forced, but we use a stupid method."

"Why are you so patient with me?"

Ouyang Rong was about to frown, but Rong Zhen immediately said:

"I just can't stand the person I'm teaching being so stupid. I hate stupidity. However, Ouyang Lianghan, your words just now aren't wrong. My comprehension in the area of the zither music taught by the old senior is indeed a bit lacking."

"What exactly does Lady Historian want to say? Is it that you want to delay time to be lazy, wait for the pipa gathering of the old senior downstairs to end, and go back to rest, right? How come you are as lazy as Magistrate Yuan."

"Absurd, I can't be bothered to talk to you."

Ouyang Rong smiled and continued to tune the zither and play.

Rong Zhen tightened her face for a while, then suddenly said:

"The defense of the Xunyang Grottoes is not that you cannot participate, but it must go through an identity check by the Directorate of Astronomy. Everyone who comes into contact with the core defense of the Xunyang Grottoes needs to go through it once. This is the convention. Not letting you contact the core of the Great Buddha before was not targeting you, but everyone outside the Directorate of Astronomy cannot know. This is the rule."

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

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

Ouyang Rong smiled: "It truly needs to be checked carefully."

Rong Zhen couldn't help but say: "Say it again, it's not targeting you."

"I know."

Rong Zhen said again:

"Actually, there is one more thing, about the landing date of the Great Buddha. Senior Song and I have some ideas that I don't know if they are mature, which are beneficial to the defense. Do you have time tomorrow or the day after? Come to the Xunyang Grottoes and we will discuss it behind closed doors."

Ouyang Rong squinted and said: "Good, the day after tomorrow morning."

"Good, continue playing zither."

Rong Zhen hummed coldly, somewhat naturally closing her eyes and ordering.

Ouyang Rong was used to her arrogance, smiled like a spring breeze, and continued to play the zither.

The next day.

Ouyang Rong didn't go to the Xunyang Grottoes.

Today was a rare rest. After finishing his work at the Jiangzhou Hall, he took time to go to the quiet courtyard in advance to accompany Xiuniang.

"Watch the steps." Ouyang Rong took the small hand of Zhao Qingxiu, who was happily welcoming him at the door, and walked toward the backyard together. He explained warmly:

"I have to go back early tonight to accompany Aunt for dinner. I haven't eaten dinner at home for many days, which is not very good."

"Mm-hmm." Zhao Qingxiu hugged his arm, tilting her head slightly toward him, smiling.

Arriving at the main bedroom, Ouyang Rong saw some needles and threads on the table.

"What is this? A sachet?"

【It is considered one, actually it is an amulet. I want to make one for you and Xie sister】

Ouyang Rong remained calm:

"Xie sister?"

Zhao Qingxiu smiled faintly, writing:

【Rest assured, the birthday ceremony gift will be sent out, it won't disrupt Tanlang's affairs in advance. By the way, one has already been made, Tanlang take it back】

Ouyang Rong nodded, picked up the amulet, and looked at it.

Actually, it was a small sachet with some wishes inside.

After Ouyang Rong opened it, he took out the small piece of paper and saw four characters written on it:

Never forget each other.

Besides this, there was also an elegant poem from the "Book of Songs," considered a blessing for lovers... It must be said, Xiuniang's handwriting was indeed good, but it was truly inconvenient to write while blind. It could be seen that she had wasted many sheets of paper to copy it relatively neatly.

Ouyang Rong looked at the amulet for Xiao Shimei that Zhao Qingxiu was still making, and pursed his lips.

"You've worked hard."

He said softly.

Zhao Qingxiu, who was lowering her head to tidy up the table, paused for a moment, then continued to tidy up, shaking her head gently with her back to him:

【It is Tanlang who worked hard. Wanting to use Aunt's birthday ceremony at home to bring me before the sisters, but I stayed in the courtyard and couldn't do anything, my heart is uncomfortable】

Ouyang Rong shook his head vigorously:

"Wasn't it agreed before? As for Huaiye Lane, I'll handle it, as long as you don't mind that there are already women by my side."

Zhao Qingxiu hurriedly waved her hands.

【No, I don't reject it, just feel apologetic to that Miss Xie】

"Apologetic?" Ouyang Rong asked curiously.

Zhao Qingxiu bit her lip and didn't speak.

She wrote again:

【Tanlang is so excellent, I will not let him down. I, I will also work hard】

Ouyang Rong only thought that the hard work she mentioned referred to things like pleasing Xiao Shimei with this kind of amulet, and comforted her a few words.

A moment later, after being intimate for a while, he prepared to leave the quiet courtyard.

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

And didn't hang it on his waist.

Ouyang Rong understood and put it away silently.

Returning to the Huaiye Lane residence, he just happened to catch up with dinner.

After finishing dinner with Aunt, Ouyang Rong returned to the Yinbing Study.

He took the sword box off the carriage and brought it back.

Returning to the courtyard, he didn't go to the bedroom first, but went to the study.

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

Ouyang Rong took out the original "Peach Blossom Spring" and also took out two bronze short swords.

One was the ordinary bronze short sword given to him by Lady Rong.

And another was the one captured from Master Yizhi, with a special bloodstain on the blade.

Ouyang Rong tried to put the original "Peach Blossom Spring" together with the two bronze short swords, fiddled for a moment, and observed seriously.

He seemed to want to piece together two kinds of things.

There was no result throughout.

After studying for a while, there was no clue, and Ouyang Rong shook his head.

It seems that the blood bronze used for the original bronze shaft of this "Peach Blossom Spring" collected by the Yuan clan of Jingzhao must be very simple, and cannot be easily replaced by the main material of the Yunmeng Token...

Looking at it this way, it can be reasonably guessed that blood bronze also has distinctions, divided into three, six, nine, etc.

He put away the items on the table, stuffed them back into the Mo family sword box, and shielded the aura.

Finally, he checked the merit value on the Little Wooden Fish as usual, Ouyang Rong opened his eyes, stood up, and left the study.

Just as he returned to the main bedroom, the wardrobe inside was pushed open by two small short hands working together.

The little ink spirit Miaosi drilled out from the crack of the wardrobe door, looking at him with suspicion, in an interrogating tone:

"Why did you come back so early today? I hadn't fallen asleep yet, and you came back. I don't know where you went to mess around every day before. You are never seen before I sleep. You aren't dating that Xie girl every day, right? Then her mouth must be grinning."

Ouyang Rong didn't speak, and pressed her small head back into the wardrobe.

"Little Rongzi, this is cold violence! Most heartbreaking, none other."

"If you can't produce spiritual ink, don't speak."

"...?"

Ouyang Rong's expression was slightly tired. He took off his coat and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

Miaosi poked her small head out of the wardrobe again, squinting at his back.

And until nightfall.

In the bathroom, water mist curled, the warmth hadn't dissipated, and Ouyang Rong's figure wasn't seen after taking a bath.

A small female Daoist figure in Confucian robes appeared secretly, ran to a bamboo basket containing dirty clothes and personal items, climbed up, and buried her head to search.

"Did Little Rongzi hide good things from me again? Stinky man, I discovered you were wrong a long time ago. What good things, not taking them out..."

Miaosi simply jumped into the basket, burying her small face in the fabric of the Confucian robe sleeve, sniffing carefully, and muttering:

"That's right, it's this smell. It smells vaguely familiar. Where did it come from... Ugh! It's a bit like the literary aura of that old rascal drunkard from hundreds of years ago. No wonder it's so familiar. However, his literary aura isn't much, appearing and disappearing, and it's mixed with a very strange literary aura smell... No wonder I couldn't smell it the previous few times. It turns out it was mixed. I finally figured it out... Strange, where is the thing? Where did he hide it? No way, he's even guarding against me? Laugh to death, who wants that old rascal drunkard's stinky literary aura..."

Miaosi pinched her nose, searched for a while with a disgusted face, and the small hand that was tossing suddenly found an object.

After seeing it clearly, her small face revealed a look of surprise:

"This is... a sachet?"

The little ink spirit opened the sachet, which was half her size, while muttering:

"Why does this kid have so many sachets? Most scumbag, none other. This sachet is quite new. Ugh, 'Never forget each other'? Ugh, truly cheesy. Hey..."

Miaosi suddenly said "Hey," her small nose leaned close, and she sniffed... the ink on the paper.

Early morning.

Xunyang Grottoes.

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

"You haven't grasped the sword technique of that guy Yu?"

"Mm."

"Speed it up."

"Know."

"It's not urging you, but that old guy Yu is very unreliable. When the time comes, if you can't do it, let him come. He might be passive and sabotage, or make some other mistake. Only the Saint can control him, but the Saint is thousands of miles away..."

Song Mama sighed, and a moment later, continued to exhort:

"This kind of thing is best mastered by people from our Directorate of Astronomy. This is also the opportunity the Saint gave you, and the Great Minister also has high hopes for you."

"Junior knows."

Song Mama turned her head to look at the palace-dressed girl with lowered eyes and asked:

"Does he really need to know about this Buddha statue?"

Rong Zhen acted as if she didn't hear.

The white-eyed old woman's expression was lonely, and she continued:

"Magistrate Ouyang is only responsible for construction. Why does he need to know so much? And now that the Great Buddha is landing, the more one person knows, the more risk there is. I don't need to say this principle, right?"

Rong Zhen finally spoke:

"It's time to say it. Wait for him to come today, I will discuss with him the date we set, and the diversionary tactics for the outside world. Some things cannot be avoided. We will follow the process, check again, and tell him the defense of the Great Buddha today."

"It's best if you can do what you say. Don't be soft-hearted and let it go. If there is negligence, it will cause disaster in the end."

"Are you saying that the talented man in statue making and scholar of the Xiouwen Hall appointed by the Saint is colluding with the enemy?"

"I don't have that meaning."

These two female officials of the Directorate of Astronomy, one old and one young, began to ask and answer.

Just then, a middle-aged female official suddenly rushed over from outside and shouted from not far away:

"Lady Historian..."

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

The middle-aged female official seemed to be Rong Zhen's confidant, looked at Song Mama beside her, and closed her mouth.

Song Mama smiled lightly when she saw this, turned and walked away, giving up the position.

The white-eyed old woman walked far away. At some moment, when she looked back, she saw the middle-aged female official leaning into the palace-dressed girl's ear, seemingly saying something.

A look of surprise and confusion appeared on the palace-dressed girl's face.

Song Mama withdrew her gaze and walked toward the golden Buddha head that was being strictly guarded by Yi Qianqiu and others in the distance...

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

She raised her eyes and looked.

In the pavilion, there was a messenger waiting, a thin-faced man who was very unfamiliar.

Rong Zhen entered the pavilion and said without looking back:

"You step back."

"Yes."

The middle-aged female official stepped back a few steps and disappeared quickly.

Only Rong Zhen and the thin-faced messenger were left in the pavilion.

The thin-faced messenger cupped his hands in salute and respectfully handed over a letter.

Rong Zhen frowned and accepted it.

The thin-faced messenger cupped his hands and retired, not saying a word throughout.

Rong Zhen didn't stop him, twisted the letter with two fingers, lowered her eyes to look at the familiar wax seal, and then slowly tore it open.

She unfolded the letter paper and browsed for a while, and the originally indifferent expression gradually restrained.

At some moment, the muscles of the nasolabial folds on the face of the palace-dressed girl, who had used cultivation to stay young, jumped slightly.

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

The next second, the figure of the palace-dressed girl disappeared from the pavilion.

Only a pile of letter paper fragments remained on the spot.

Crushed by a jade hand that was clenched until the five fingers were pale and bloodless.

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