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Chapter 661: The Sound of the Piano Contains Blessings [Ask for monthly tickets! ]

the next morning.

Ouyang Rong found Rong Zhen.

"Why are you here so late today?"

At the entrance of Xunyang Grottoes, Rong Zhen sounded somewhat dissatisfied.

Ouyang Rong looked at her more.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion or because the material of the clothes absorbs light under the sun, but the palace skirt that Lady His Majesty is wearing today looks a little more purple.

Gives people a deep and mysterious texture.

Today she also had her hair done in an exquisite and graceful bun, a high-style single bun, which was the style worn by aristocratic ladies in Luoyang.

Maybe because he had been standing in the sun for too long, Rong Zhen looked very impatient.

Especially under the curious gazes of passers-by, although they were intimidated by the majesty of the lady historian, they had already restrained their gazes and dared not look any longer.

Also, I don’t know if it’s because the sun is too strong, but Madam Historian’s face looks a little dark... Well, maybe she’s just in a bad mood.

"Sorry, I was so engrossed in reading last night that I went to bed late, so I was delayed for a while." Ouyang Rong apologized.

"Oh, really? You're reading a book." Rong Zhen stated.

Ouyang Rong looked at his nose and his heart, as if he didn't hear anything.

Rong Zhen looked at him, as well as the soup box and piano case he carried with him.

Rong Zhen reached out and took the soup box from him:

"Come on, follow me. It's just that you came very late. If you wait a little longer, you can have lunch. Let's go first."

"it is good."

Ouyang Rong followed Rong Zhen all the way to the bamboo forest they had visited a few days ago.

What was guessed that day was correct. The bamboo house that everyone discussed in the morning was where the old senior lived. Of course, the old senior went out to dig bamboo shoots and vacated the space.

Walking into the bamboo house yard, Ouyang Rong saw a familiar old man arranging the potted plants in the yard.

In the courtyard, smoke was rising from the direction of the kitchen. Lunch was ready. Seeing that the old man was still wearing an apron, he must have cooked by himself.

When Rong Zhen brought Ouyang Rong in, the old musician said without even turning his head: "Are you all here? Then let's eat. Rong's friends can also come with us."

After a stick of incense, the three of them gathered around the table with three dishes and a soup in front of them.

"This is Ouyang Lianghan, the Sima of Jiangzhou, the acting governor of Jiangzhou, and the scholar of Xiuwenguan appointed by His Majesty."

Rong Zhen took the initiative to introduce himself to both parties.

"The old senior's surname is Yu. He is a senior in the palace. He used to be a musician in Shangyang Palace in Luoyang. He was once the favorite court musician of His Majesty."

Ouyang Rong smiled and greeted:
"Good afternoon, Mr. Yu."

The old musician looked at Rong Zhen's serious face as he introduced the story, then looked at Ouyang Rong and said jokingly:

"I heard from Rong that you are good at playing the piano?"

"So-so."

Ouyang Rong said modestly.

The old musician was not polite and said directly: "Play a song for me."

Ouyang Rong thought about it, took out Yuan Huaimin's zither from the case, and played an impromptu song.

After one song, he pressed the strings with both hands and let out a light breath.

Rong Zhen was concentrating completely, but it was not until Ouyang Rong finished playing and looked up that she realized it was over, and she quickly looked at the old musician's face.

This reaction seems a little stupid.

The lady is cute in her stupidity. It turns out she is tone-deaf...

Ouyang Rong looked at the old musician.

The latter stroked his beard and agreed:
“It’s really sloppy.”

Ouyang Rong laughed. He really didn't know much about the art of playing the zither. In the past he just listened to Li Guoer and others playing and he would appreciate from the side.

At the moment, I can only learn a few simple songs due to temporary needs.

Rong Zhen looked a little disappointed when he heard this.

The old musician suddenly said:
"But one piece of music can't explain much. I'll play one for you to listen carefully and learn from."

After saying this, the old musician took out a guqin.

Rong Zhen immediately sat up straight and listened attentively.

Ouyang Rong relaxed a little, turned his head curiously and looked at the old man and the child.

Rong Zhen's reaction surprised Ouyang Rong a little. He originally thought that this old musician should be a senior in the Imperial Observatory and was involved in the defense of the Xunyang Grottoes. Rong Zhen had to treat him well.

But now it seems that Rong Zhen is so serious and eager to learn, and she is still patient enough to study at this critical moment. It seems that what she wants to learn is very important and cannot be wrong.

Ouyang Rong became more and more curious.

What exactly does this old musician teach?
The song is over.

The old musician gestured to Ouyang Rong:
"You come."

Ouyang Rong came back to his senses. Actually, he hadn't listened carefully just now, but he was familiar with the basic fingering skills. He didn't think much about it at the moment. He followed his feeling and played the song again.

After listening to the two songs, Rong Zhen felt that there were some differences between the two songs. Even a layman like him could tell the difference. He couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment.

The old musician's expression remained unchanged, and he suddenly said:
"Listen to it again and play it again."

Having said that, without waiting for Ouyang Rong to nod, the old musician played the song again. After finishing, his eyes turned to Ouyang Rong.

Ouyang Rong felt no pressure and played it again, just doing it naturally. Even if he accidentally played a wrong tune, he did not try to correct it.

It was not until this time that Rong Zhen began to see some clues.

Ouyang Rong's version is almost the same except for some details.

The old musician did not give the third chance.

He nodded gently, stroked his beard and said with a smile:

"Master Ouyang doesn't have much talent in the art of playing the zither, but... he has a lot of spiritual understanding. In this respect, he is much better than Miss Rong. With this understanding, he will be good at anything he learns. I have rarely seen people like you in Luoyang for many years. You are a rare talent."

Rong Zhen had a smile on his face when he heard Ouyang Rong being praised, but when he heard himself being compared to him, he immediately became dissatisfied:

"What are you talking about, old senior? Why don't you try it again? I will give it a try..."

The old musician smiled and shook his head.

After lunch, the old musician took his sickle and hoe and went to the bamboo forest, saying that he was looking for a quiet place to play the piano and pick some bamboo shoots.

Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen accompanied him.

In the bamboo forest in spring, bamboos grow everywhere, blocking many of the originally smooth roads.

Rong Zhen impatiently took out a Xuanwuwei knife and chopped the bamboo.

The old musician smiled and calmly used his sickle to clear a path, his speed not much slower than Rong Zhen.

But Ouyang Rong did not see any spiritual fluctuations from this senior.

Upon closer inspection, I discovered that his movements in cutting the bamboo to clear a path were very sophisticated. He first hooked the root of the bamboo with the sickle, with the blade pointed diagonally upwards. He then applied a little force and pulled it towards his arms, and a bamboo was easily cut.

Ouyang Rong immediately took out a sickle and followed suit, hooking the bamboo root with the sickle, grabbing the sickle handle, and pulling it towards his arms... It was indeed easy and labor-saving.

He nodded slightly. If he had not had the experience of living in the mountains and countryside for ten or eight years, he would never have done this. He would be like a farmer using tricks to plow the land.

Rong Zhen casually picked up her long sword and walked ahead for a while. She looked back and saw the old and the young working in harmony. Their speed was not much slower than hers. Her cheeks suddenly turned red with embarrassment...

The old musician didn't say anything, and Ouyang Rong didn't give him a teasing look.

But something was becoming increasingly apparent.

Someone's talent for cultivation is not good, but his comprehension and spiritual heart are indeed higher than hers, by more than one level.

Rong Zhen pursed her lips and looked at him secretly.

An entire afternoon passed without any substantial gains, at least Ouyang Rong did not feel that way. Running around in the mountains and forests with this old senior was more like sightseeing.

During the meeting, Ouyang Rong saw that Mr. Yu seemed to have tuberculosis. He carried a handkerchief with him and covered his mouth from time to time when coughing, but his expression remained calm and composed. In the middle of the meeting, he even chatted with Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen for a lot of small things with a smile.

I heard from Rong Zhen privately that the old musician lived in a bamboo forest with a clear breeze for some time, and his illness was alleviated a lot.

This place was also chosen for him by Nanny Song, so the two of them were old acquaintances...

In the evening, Ouyang Rong prepared to return to the city.

"Wait." Rong Zhen's voice suddenly came from behind.

She rushed over and ordered in a cold voice:

"Let's go to Kuanglu Mountain tomorrow, to the place where you found the peach blossom forest. The old senior asked you to go with him. When you have time, go to Xunyang Tower and listen to the pipa music."

"Okay, I'll arrange it."

Rong Zhen suddenly said:

"When are you free?"

"What do you mean?"

"From now on, please take some time every day to teach me the songs that the senior taught me again."

"Uh, why don't you let the senior teach you."

"Why do you care so much? I asked you to come here to help. Will you teach me or not?"

"Teach, I will." Ouyang Rong was helpless.

The two agreed on a time, said goodbye and left.

Before leaving, Ouyang Rong suddenly said:

"Sorry, I am a little more understanding than Lady Shi."

Rong Zhen was stunned for a moment, then her pretty face turned red.

"Stop right there..."

Before she could get angry, Ouyang Rong had already slipped away and disappeared.

If you keep going like this, a certain lady will be furious.

The carriage carrying Ouyang Rong drove out of Xunyang Grottoes.

"Why is my merit increasing so fast? Madam Shi is really an experience bag..."

He muttered something while resting with his eyes closed in the car. The next moment, Ouyang Rong's face suddenly froze.

My ears are filled with the trembling sound of the blessing bell.

Ouyang Rong entered the Merit Tower and took a closer look.

The blessing bell in the sky is shaking wildly.

The surging purple mist contained golden threads.

Reach out and touch the body of the clock to feel it.

To redeem this blessing, one thousand five hundred merit points are required.

Ouyang Rong scratched his nose.

What kind of blessing is this? Golden? The required merit points are not much, but not too little either. But does it have "gold content"?

He immediately turned around and glanced at the green-gold font above the wooden fish:

【Merit: 4509】

Without hesitating for too long, he took a deep breath and nodded to exchange it.

Above the small wooden fish, the line of cyan and gold characters immediately turned into a swimming carp and rushed towards the Fubao Bell.

Boom-!
The sound of Hong Zhong and Da Lu resounded throughout the Merit Pagoda.

The purple mist containing golden threads on the Blessing Bell suddenly exploded, spreading like brilliant fireworks, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Silence returned to the Pagoda of Merit.

The ball of light that the cyan-gold font transformed into shrank a circle and returned to hover above the small wooden fish.

【Merit: 3009】

It was just right. After taking a look at the remaining merit points, Ouyang Rong nodded with satisfaction, then turned and left the Merit Tower.

Inside the carriage, Ouyang Rong opened his eyes and a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

"Today, I accompanied Ms. Rong to meet Mr. Yu and played a few pieces of music for him... Could this blessing be related to Mr. Yu and the music of the zither?"

After thinking all the way, Ouyang Rong returned to his residence in Huaiye Lane at night.

Ouyang Rong distributed some of the cakes made by the embroiderer to his aunt and others, and kept some for his junior sister.

After dinner, Ouyang Rong returned to Yinbingzhai. As soon as he walked into the study, a brilliant idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

"Xiao Rongzi, we have it"

Ouyang Rong asked calmly, "What is it?"

He couldn't help but look at the young lady in Confucian robes.

Feeling Ouyang Rong's eyes on her belly, Miao Si said unhappily:
"It must be Ling Mo. Could it be that he is still a child?"

Ouyang Rong laughed:
"Okay, then tell me clearly, where is Ling Mo, did you squeeze it out?"

"What do you mean by 'squeezing'? That's called 'brewing'. Do you understand 'brewing'? Do you really think that I am just slacking off? In fact, I am secretly brewing."

Miao Si groaned and ran back to the bookcase. After a while, she took out a golden bowl filled with blood-red ink, which looked quite warm.

Ouyang Rong immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why are you so nice all of a sudden? You used to bargain."

Ouyang Rong asked curiously.

Miao Si crossed his arms and said nothing.

Ouyang Rong took the spiritual ink and went to make a talisman.

Miao Si watched from the sidelines, and Ouyang Rong did not stop him this time.

Seeing that he was using the Qingdao Sect's unique runes, Miao Si was not surprised, but instead had an expression that said "as expected".

Ouyang Rong concentrated on making runes.

After a while, seeing him taking a rest, Miao Si suddenly asked:

"Ouyang Lianghan, why are you so nice to me, never urging Ling Mo, and willing to wait for me?"

Ouyang Rong said casually:

"You are my aunt, how dare I rush you so easily."

Miao Si's originally serious face suddenly couldn't hold back her laughter.

After laughing triumphantly for a while, she snorted coldly:
"You have a conscience, but you should thank the girl..."

"What do you mean?" Ouyang Rong looked up and asked.

Miao Si immediately covered her mouth with both hands and looked around: "Nothing... nothing."

Ouyang Rong slowly turned his head and stared at the little Mo Jing who had let the cat out of the bag.

Feeling frightened by being stared at, there was really nothing Miao Si could do. She sighed and honestly told Xie Lingjiang how Xie Lingjiang had secretly fed her the precious spiritual ink of the Xie family of Chen County.

As Ouyang Rong listened, he fell silent.

He suddenly realized that he hadn't been with Junior Sister Serious for quite some time, but she didn't rush him or get annoyed.

When Ouyang Rong took the initiative to look for her, she was delighted.

He has been so busy lately that he has no time, and Junior Sister should just stay at Xunyang Palace and not conduct surprise inspections.

Speaking of which, the embroiderer lived in a quiet courtyard. If the junior sister was watching him and following him all day long, Ouyang Rong would definitely not have time to go there, and it would be easy for him to be discovered.

In a sense, Ouyang Rong was able to settle the embroiderer so well in the quiet courtyard because his junior sister was trusting, generous and tolerant.

I just don't know whether she did it on purpose or she just trusted the senior brother too much.

"Xiao Rongzi, thank you for being so kind to me. If you are fickle, such as keeping other women outside, such as the new little Mo Jing, then you are really a big pig's hoof, do you understand?"

At this time, Miao Si's serious voice came from the side.

Ouyang Rong's face was silent. He stretched out his big hand, grabbed the protesting little Mo Jing, and threw him back into the closet...

"turn down."

Wonderful Thoughts: …

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