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Chapter 579: The first Lantern Festival poem: The moon in the sky is hard to find, the moon on earth is given to you [Please vote for the monthly ticket! ]

"No, forget it."

Inside the box stands.

Li Guoer replied expressionlessly to Ouyang Rong who looked sincere.

She raised her chin slightly, as if looking down at the opera below, and hummed softly.

Ouyang Rong standing aside sighed without changing his expression.

He took back the mandarin duck jade hairpin and turned to leave:

"Well, forget it, I won't bother the little princess anymore.

"I'm going to look for my junior sister right now, but I just sent her back to Jingyi Court. My master is leaving tomorrow, and she wants to accompany her father, so she can only go back early tonight. I don't know if she has fallen asleep yet, and I'm afraid I'll wake her up. It's okay, go and ask her..."

Li Guoer, with her back to Ouyang Rong, frowned slightly.

"Wait." she suddenly shouted.

Ouyang Rong was about to step out of the box and stopped for a moment.

"What else does your Highness the little princess need?"

Ouyang Rong asked in a puzzled but polite tone.

"A jade hairpin is indeed not enough to impress this princess, but this princess has not refused this matter, but... there must be some reward."

"Oh."

Ouyang Rong nodded in response, then took a step forward and continued to leave the box.

"No, Ouyang Lianghan, why don't you ask this princess what the reward is?"

"I can't afford it if I don't humiliate myself."

Li Guoer said unhappily:
"If you can't give it, why would I ask for it? Do you think I'm as rude as you? You let me spend my precious life to bring you the goods, and you still want me to be stingy."

"It's hard to say, but... Your Highness, please tell me first."

Ouyang Rong stopped walking, but half of his body was still outside the threshold, ready to say goodbye and leave at any time.

When Li Guoer saw how cautious he was, she became furious.

How to guard against her is like guarding against a thief.

If you don’t know, you might think she came to him to ask for help tonight.

However, after all this tug of war, Ouyang Rong's "indifferent" attitude still made Li Guoer swallow some of the "exorbitant" additional conditions that she had originally wanted to add.

She walked to the window, opened her harp, pointed at a jade plate hanging high in the night sky, and asked directly:

“This princess’ request is simple, just one.

"Tonight is the Lantern Festival, the moon is very round, and this princess is very happy. Ouyang Lianghan, do you have anything that is similar to or shaped like a 'bright moon'... to give to this princess?"

Li Guoer's tone was very serious.

"Moon?"

Ouyang Rong muttered, and couldn't help but look at the little princess with plum blossom makeup who was staring at him with anticipation by the window.

"That's right." She said without blinking, "Do you have any inspiration? Think about it carefully."

The sound of singing from the stage downstairs came intermittently, and the house was silent for a moment.

Ouyang Rong touched his chin and looked at her for a while. He suddenly understood:
"Oh, yes!"

"What is it?"

"Princess, wait for me. I will go back and get it right away."

"Okay, but tell me what it is first."

"It's not an important thing." Ouyang Rong waved his hand casually, saying nonchalantly, "Mingyue, I know. If the little princess likes it, take it. It's nothing. I'll bring the Ding Sword over right away."

"Okay, okay... eh? Wait."

When Li Guoer heard what Ouyang Rong said before, she agreed happily, but she came to her senses halfway through.

"What Ding Sword?" She was also stunned.

"Your Highness, the little princess, from your description, you must be asking for the Ding Sword. I thought it was something difficult. Your Highness, the little princess, is still too polite. Why didn't you say it earlier..."

Ouyang Rong smiled, turned around and was about to leave with quick steps.

"Wait a minute, Ouyang Lianghan, are you kidding me? That's not what I'm talking about. Come back!"

Li Guoer was speechless and called out to him hurriedly.

“Isn’t this…”

Ouyang Rong stopped, turned around, pointed at the moon outside the window with an expressionless face, and said calmly:

"That means we have to go down to the sky and pick the moon for His Highness, right?"

"No, don't be ridiculous. Do you think this princess is such an unrealistic person?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head calmly:
"It doesn't seem like it, but I'm not kidding. The little princess has asked me to give Mingyue away more than once or twice. I think she has tested me at least three times.

"Except that the little princess is obsessed with Dingjian, I can't think of any other reasonable explanation."

Li Guoer lowered his eyes without saying a word. He picked up the sword on the table and drew out the sharp sword.

Accompanying the sword dance of the female actors on the stage downstairs, the dashing little princess in men's clothing also danced with the sword a few times.

She stared at her own dark eyes reflected on the sword and said softly:
"This princess once had a bizarre dream that left a deep impression on me.

"In my dream, a dragon emerged from the abyss, holding the bright moon and poetry in its mouth, and gave them to this princess..."

She spoke in pauses, glancing at Ouyang Rong from time to time.

After waiting for a long time for the next words, Ouyang Rong frowned and asked:

"Dream? And then?"

"Then……"

Li Guoer pondered his words, then sheathed his sword and said:
"Then this princess took the bright moon and the poem, rode on the hidden dragon, and ascended to the ninth heaven. How about that? It's very meaningful, isn't it?

“Anyway, I later asked a master to interpret my dream, and he said that this was a destiny of soaring into the sky.

"I need this princess to encounter this latent dragon and receive two gifts..."

"understood."

Ouyang Rong nodded.

"This Qianlong is so pitiful. He wants to give His Highness his equipment... present gifts, and then be ridden by His Highness, etc..."

He pointed his finger at his face and asked sincerely:

"Little Princess, you don't think that this hidden dragon is me, do you?"

Li Guoer put her hands behind her back, her eyes wandering, and turned around hastily, with her back to Ouyang Rong. She looked up at the moon and started patching:
"Not necessarily, it's just a dream, but let's give it a try, it's still a good bet after all, some things are true if you believe in them, and false if you don't. And the dream interpreter is no simple person.

"Ouyang Lianghan, if you really can't think of 'Ming Yue', forget it. This princess doesn't care... Wait, what are you doing, Ouyang Lianghan?"

When Li Guo'er was trying to make excuses, she suddenly heard a noise behind her. She turned around alertly and saw the handsome young man who was standing at the door ready to run away had returned to the box at some point.

He came to a desk in the luxurious box that was specially prepared for scholars and distinguished guests, spread out paper and ground ink.

Ouyang Rong took the pen in his slender right hand and raised it, held its wrist with his left hand, twisted it, and faced the white paper at the same time.

"There is no bright moon, but there is a poem. What a coincidence, I also had the same dream as Your Highness. On this Lantern Festival, let's regard it as a moon on earth and present it to Your Highness." After saying this, Ouyang Rong buried his head in writing.

In an instant, he finished writing in one go.

Li Guo'er, who was standing by the window and had no time to speak, was slightly stunned, but saw Ouyang Lianghan put down the brush, put the mandarin duck jade hairpin next to the new calligraphy on the table, and turned and left.

He went out without any hesitation, seemingly not worried at all that she would refuse.

"My dear little princess, please remember what I just said. Wear this hairpin and show up. I will tell you some lantern riddles and other elegant things. Thank you very much.

"Also, Junior Sister should have warned me about my taboos in writing. Your Highness, please pay attention to this. However, when it comes to being cautious, I still trust Your Highness."

But he just left after saying a few words and didn't look back.

"What are you talking about? If you don't want to send me off, then don't send me off. This guy is really getting more and more rude."

Li Guoer couldn't help but frown. After a while, he snorted coldly, then calmed down a little and slowly moved to the table.

The little princess with plum blossom makeup picked up the mandarin duck jade hairpin with a look of disgust, looked at it for a while, and finally glanced at the new calligraphy on the table. She saw that it seemed to be a new poem.

Li Guoer's originally careless eyes were instantly attracted and she took a closer look...

Then she stood by the table without moving.

"Sister, what happened? Why did Lianghan leave? What did you talk about just now..."

Li Dalang pushed the door open and walked in. When he entered, he turned his head with a confused look on his face and looked at the staircase where Ouyang Rong disappeared, and said:
"Hey, sister, why aren't you talking? You forgot to close the window. What if you catch a cold? What are you looking at..."

Li Dalang couldn't help but turn around and walked to Li Guo'er's side. He immediately realized something was wrong. His eyes followed Ah Mei's gaze and also fell on the freshly baked ink words on the rice paper on the table. He subconsciously read:
"What is this, a jade...case? Is it a Lantern Festival poem, written by Liang Han?

"Hmm... the east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night, and blows down stars like rain... the road is filled with the fragrance of BMWs and carved carriages..."

As he read to the end, the speed of speech became faster and faster. Li Dalang couldn't help but open his eyes gradually. He continued to read:

"The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, the fish and dragons dance all night... the moth is like a golden thread of snow willow, the smile is full of fragrance... in the crowd... in the crowd..."

After reading this in one breath, Li Dalang felt his mouth dry and he swallowed. Just as he was about to continue reading, he was interrupted by Li Guoer who seemed to have been standing still for a long time:
"The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly I looked back, and there he was, in a dimly lit place."

Li Guoer murmured once, walked past Li Dalang, went to the window, looked up at the moon in the sky, still immersed in it.

Li Dalang couldn't help but smack his lips: "This Lantern Festival poem was written by Liang Han? I've never seen it before. He can actually write a poem that conveys a Zen state..."

Li Guoer did not answer, but turned back suddenly, pointed at a poem "Qingyu'an Lantern Festival" on the table, and murmured:

"It is indeed as bright as the moon in the sky."

After saying that, she immediately walked quickly forward, took a deep breath, bent over the desk, took out another piece of white paper, carefully copied it, and then carefully folded the manuscript of "Qingyu'an Yuan Xi".

Li Guoer turned around and picked up the mandarin duck jade hairpin, inserted it into her hair, grabbed the manuscript, turned around and left.

"Hey, sister, where are you going? Aren't we going to watch the show anymore?" Li Dalang came back to his senses and asked in confusion.

"It's boring to watch a play, it's fun to be in the play. Let's go back home. Aren't those distinguished guests regretful that the legendary 'Tan Lang' didn't come? This unique Lantern Festival poem, which is as good as 'On Chrysanthemums', is his presence."

……

It is very deep at night.

The Xunyang Palace was still brightly lit and magnificent. At some point, the dinner party that was about to end in the palace was filled with noise that did not subside for a long time...

The return of a certain little princess and the Lantern Festival poem she brought back from "Wangfu Tanlang" brought the entire Lantern Festival dinner to its climax at the end.

The "Wangfu Tanlang", whose true identity was known to all, did not come tonight. However, after the banquet, he became the topic of discussion among the guests.

When the maids and servants of the palace were seeing off the distinguished guests on the corridor, they frequently heard the words "Qingyu'an", "Xiushewenguan Scholar", "Ouyang Lianghan", and "Tanlang", and could not help looking at each other in bewilderment.

Even the servants feeding the horses in the stable at the back door knew that a poem "Qingyu'an·Yuan Xi" would be performed tonight. The guests were either amazed, praised wildly, or were stunned and silent. None of them left without admiration. Prince Xunyang Li Xian and Princess Wei Mei, who were seeing the guests off, were beaming with joy and couldn't stop smiling...

However, no matter how lively the fireworks are, they have to stop eventually. The dinner lasted until five in the morning. No matter how energetic everyone is or how much they enjoy talking about the topics, they have to take a break eventually.

The impact of this Qingyu case will probably not start to ferment until tomorrow afternoon...

In the back house of the palace, after the dinner, Li Guoer, dressed in a gorgeous dress and wearing a mandarin duck jade hairpin on her head, declined the requests for a meeting with two groups of people, including the purple-robed Taoist from the Tianshi Mansion of Longhu Mountain in Sanqing and the female official trusted by her aunt Princess Changle, on the grounds of being tired, and went straight back to her boudoir.

At the foot of the red building's steps, she kicked off her two embroidered shoes as usual, shook off the chubby-faced maid Cai Shou, and went up to the boudoir alone with her bare feet wrapped in white socks. She stepped on the soft vermilion carpet and came to the second to last bookshelf in the depths of the study.

In the darkness, Li Guoer stood in front of the bookshelf, tiptoed in her white socks, with her arches tensed, and took down a large book from the top shelf that had not been opened for a long time. She turned to a certain page and saw an old bookmark inside.

She put a precious manuscript of "Qing Yu'an Yuan Xi" in the big book, picked up the bookmark, and walked to the window under the moon... Under the moonlight, the bookmark turned out to be a wrinkled red paper. Even though it had been stuck in the book for a long time, it was not smoothed out much.

Li Guoer lowered her head, her eyes falling on the red paper of marriage.

She stared at the interpretation of the fortune in a trance. At some point, she seemed to recite or sing: "As bright as the moon, when can I pluck it... Worry comes from it, and it cannot be... stopped."

……

Leaving behind a poem "Qing Yu'an Lantern Festival", he unlocked some kind of achievement that time travelers must check in to... Ouyang Rong walked down the stairs and immediately saw a slender figure who had been waiting for a long time in the hall, standing alone under a lamp.

"Long Lingling——" The evening breeze that slipped in from the door blew the pendant of the ice-white jade hairpin.

A blindfolded girl with a sky-blue ribbon and holding a jade staff walked with difficulty towards a handsome young man with a special crisp sound.

Ouyang Rong stepped forward to support her, and they walked out the door together.

"The embroiderer has been waiting for a long time."

"what."

"Xiu Niang, I was often distracted when I was dealing with things just now. I was a little afraid that after I opened the door, I would see your figure on the stairwell, groping for someone."

She wrote on his palm, word by word:

[My Master asked me not to leave]

"You are so foolish and obedient. If I ask you to wait for me, will you wait? By the way, didn't you leave during the last few times we met in Longcheng? I thought I would never see you again and that we were not destined to be together."

Zhao Qingxiu lowered his head and folded his arms around his staff.

You didn't ask me to leave then

Ouyang Rong felt guilty and changed the subject:
"Xiuniang, I heard someone say a long time ago that when a blind person is alone and waiting, he will feel that time passes very slowly, and his hearing is still very good.

"For example, a normal person would walk a short distance on the street in one stick of incense, but she would have to grope her way for half an hour, especially in a busy place with people coming and going around. She was not sure if she would be bumped into, so she had to stop and wait for a long time... Is that right?"

[Yes, it’s dark ahead, time passes so slowly, it feels like I’ve been waiting for a lifetime]

"Isn't the embroiderer afraid?"

[I am not afraid of waiting, what I am afraid of is waiting in vain and having no one to wait for]

Ouyang Rong was silent for a while, looking ahead at the night, and said: "I will definitely do what I promised to others. If someone asks me to wait for you somewhere, I will go there even if it is the end of the world."

After a while, he turned to look at the embroiderer and said softly, "Embroiderer, when I met you at Chengtian Temple today, a poem popped into my mind and I kept repeating it in my mind all day."

What word?

Ouyang Rong did not answer, but strode forward and whispered at some point:
"Embroiderer, some people say that there are only three kinds of situations in life.

"Last night the west wind withered the green trees. I went up to the high building alone and looked at the road to the end of the world. This is the first realm.

"My clothes are getting looser and looser, but I never regret it. I am exhausted for her. This is the second state.

"I searched for him among the crowd for hundreds of times. Suddenly I turned around and saw him there, with the lights dimming. This is the third realm."

"It corresponds to the three states of knowing, doing and obtaining... However, in life, most of the time we are in the state of 'looking at the end of the world' and 'wasting away for her'. There are too few and too rare times when we can 'look back and see that person in the dimming lights'.

"Xiuniang, so this morning I was in the alley of Chengtian Temple, and when the fireworks lit up, I looked back and saw your figure under the dim lights. It was so nice. Tonight is the Lantern Festival, I really hope that time will go by more slowly."

The blindfolded pretty girl tilted her head silently and wrote with trembling fingers.

【Me too】

(End of this chapter)