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Chapter 178 Meeting a beautiful woman by chance, making friends with poetry

Today the county government is on duty early.

Evening is leisurely, the sky is not yet dark.

Ouyang Rong strode out of the gate of the county government office. He was about to return directly to Meilu Garden, but bumped into a servant in Tsing Yi at the gate.

"What? Invite me to dinner?" Ouyang Rong paused.

"Yes, my lord, my lord has just brought some good wine. Prepare the food and wine tonight, and wait for the table to welcome your lord."

"Da Lang's teacher has recovered from his illness, so he's not busy taking care of him anymore? OK, I see."

Ouyang Rong laughed and sent away the servants of the Su residence.

"Fine wine? What kind of wine should you drink well?"

Ouyang Rong murmured that he and Su Dalang were not drinkers after we had been in contact for so long, and drinking was only for socializing.

However, this did not prevent Ouyang Rong from running over to have dinner.

The last time Su Fu invited Ouyang Rong to attend his sister's birthday ceremony, Ouyang Rong thought about it afterwards, sent someone to send a message yesterday, and directly refused, saying that the date is full, and the birthday ceremony might not be able to go in two days .

Su Dalang not only didn't blame him, but even asked someone to write back to comfort him.

Ouyang Rong was quite embarrassed, and it would be inconvenient to postpone the invitation now.

He remembered that Liu Ashan next to him didn't drink, but Yan Liulang was a drinker.

Ouyang Rong turned his head, went back to the county government office, went to the arrester's soap room, and called out Yan Liulang, who was bragging and beating the arresting brothers.

The two went to Su Mansion together.

It's just that when he arrived outside the Juxian Garden, he was told by the servant girl of the Su residence that he came too early, and Su Dalang was still in class in the garden, so he had to wait for a while.

Ouyang Rong asked the round-faced maid, and learned that this time it was not Mr. Yuan, but another old Confucian.

Fortunately not, otherwise it would be embarrassing to meet after class later.

"Damn it, Da Lang let us go again!" Yan Liulang was indignant.

Ouyang Rong shook his head.

"Master Ouyang, Mr. Yan, please come with your servants and rest your feet at the waterside pavilion in front of you."

Ouyang Rong and Yan Liulang were not surprised, and followed.

However, as soon as he approached the water pavilion, Ouyang Rong's ears moved slightly.

In the evening, the air in the garden is mixed with the fragrance of flowers.

A burst of piano sound drifted leisurely.

It came from the direction of the water pavilion.

Ouyang Rong and Yan Liulang turned through a jungle.

At the entrance, you can see a beautiful woman in white clothes in the water pavilion from a distance, playing the piano with low eyebrows.

Ding-ding-dong-dong-

Everything is quiet, except for the gurgling sound of the piano.

The sound of the piano is like mountains and flowing water.

The feeling of lingering sound is endless.

Ouyang Rong and Yan Liulang looked at each other with surprise and confusion.

"This is...someone is here, why don't we change places..."

Ouyang Rong turned his head away, and immediately his face was stunned, only to see the round-faced maid who had been following behind her in small steps disappeared without a trace.

The two seemed to be left in place.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but glance at the figure in the pavilion not far away.

Although the light in the evening was a bit dim, the Su Mansion was rich and powerful, and the eaves of the waterside pavilion were covered with bright lanterns.

He saw it clearly.

In the pavilion, the little beauty in white with plum blossom makeup on her forehead looked familiar.

"Mingfu knows her? Does it have something to do with Dalang?"

Yan Liulang looked at Ouyang Rong's face and couldn't help asking in a low voice.

Ouyang Rong didn't speak, and stood under the shade of the tree at the same place, looking at it, but he didn't intend to leave for the waterside pavilion.

The young magistrate looked around and frowned slightly.

Yan Liulang calmed down and followed behind him obediently.

In the water pavilion, the beauty continued to play the piano with her eyes down, as if she didn't notice the two strangers Ouyang Rong and Yan Liulang not far away.

The sound of the piano continued.

Like the leaves and trees blown by the evening wind by the pond.

Sometimes urgent, sometimes slow.

Sometimes the sound of the piano is like spring water in a mountain stream, clear and transparent, and the style is gradually beautiful and lively.

Sometimes it is like a lonely peak in a high mountain, with a slow rhythm, as if there is a hidden melancholy, and no one can explain it.

Ouyang Rong and Yan Liulang waited for a while under the shade of the zither, but they didn't see the round-faced maid or Su Dalang coming to disturb them.

The two couldn't help but looked at each other.

at last.

The song is over.

Inside the pavilion, the little beauty with plum blossom makeup got up immediately, dressed in white, walked out of the waterside pavilion, and walked away with her piano in her arms.

It seems that Ouyang Rong and Yan Liulang were not found during the whole process.

"Ming Fu, what's the name of this song?
"Although I'm a vulgar person, I don't understand it, but the melody is quite nice, and it's many times better than the tunes in the teahouses I often go to.

"Well, the violin in the hand of this handsome young lady is probably an expensive and good violin. How can an ordinary violin have such a tone?"

Yan Liulang nodded, and asked curiously at the back of a young county magistrate standing silently with frowned eyebrows and pursed lips.

Ouyang Rong looked serious, but shook his head: "I don't understand, but it seems very powerful."

"..."

Yan Liulang said speechlessly: "Then Mingfu is still listening so engrossed. Just now I saw Mingfu's appearance and thought I knew it well. I was admiring it silently. I didn't dare to nag you..."

Ouyang Rong smiled embarrassedly.

After the lady holding the piano left, the waterside pavilion was empty, but Su Dalang was still absent from get out of class, and the two walked towards the brightly lit waterside pavilion together.

On the hydrophilic trail, the young county magistrate in front of him touched his chin, his face seemed to be thinking for a while, and he turned around and said seriously:

"This song...may be high mountains and flowing water."

"High mountains and flowing water? The Ming government is more powerful."

"I guessed it, do you believe it?" Ouyang Rong nodded.

Laughing, this is the most famous, he has only heard of this.

Yan Liulang naturally shook his head in disbelief.

The two entered the pavilion and wanted to sit down, but suddenly their eyes were attracted by a certain position in the pavilion.

"Hey, Mingfu, what is this?"

Yan Liulang asked, pointing to a red lacquered pavilion pillar directly in front of him.

"I guess it's poetry." Ouyang Rong nodded again.

"..." Yan Liulang was speechless, "Mingfu, I have eyes and I can read a little. Of course I know this is a poem, but how could it be written on the pillars of the pavilion?"

After a pause, the perceptive blue-clothed policeman asked doubtfully:

"The day Mr. Yuan fell into the water, let's come here. There is no writing on the pillars of the pavilion, and it looks like the ink is wet, and it was newly written not long ago?"

As soon as this question was uttered, the two looked at the stone table in the center of the water pavilion where a young girl with plum blossom makeup had just sat.

There is a pair of pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.

In the inkstone in the shape of a swimming fish, there is a piece of jet black ink that shines brightly under the lantern.

Ouyang Rong and Yan Liulang couldn't help but look back at the direction where the beauty holding the piano left just now.

The two looked at each other.

"Mingfu, this is for us...you?" Yan Liulang asked instead.

"I don't know, maybe."

Ouyang Rong shook his head, turned to look at a line of beautifully written ink characters on the pillars of the pavilion.

Yan Liulang, who is not very literate, looked at it carefully for a while, but it happened that his vocabulary was just right and he read it:

"I am drunk and want to sleep, and I will go...Ming Dynasty intends...to bring the qin?"

Yan Liulang pinched his chin, pondered for a while in front of the pillar, shook his head and shrugged, then turned around and asked, "Ming Fu, what does this mean?"

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

Ouyang Rong boasted, turned around and was about to leave.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Su Dalang not far away in the direction of Juxian Garden.

"Mingfu, I think there seems to be an empty space on the pillar next to this. If it's really a beautiful woman who wrote it to you specially, do you have to leave some reply or something? I see that's how it's done in teahouse dramas. Literary friends and so on, always have a literary talent."

Ouyang Rong nodded: "It makes sense, Liu Lang is smarter, never forget to remind me."

Yan Liulang rubbed the back of his head, always feeling that his Mingfu's tone was a bit strange.

They lingered in the water pavilion for a while, and after a while, the two left the pavilion, joined Su Dalang, and went to Juxian Garden to drink together.

At the end of the dinner, everyone went home happily.

The night is getting darker.

Inside the brightly lit water pavilion.

"Miss, what does this word mean?"

Caishou's face was full of confusion, and her little finger pointed to the only ink letter on the pavilion pillar in front, and asked Su Gu'er behind her.

"Well, can you reply to poetry like this? Why is it only one word?"

My young lady specially wrote a meaningful poem on the red lacquered wooden pillar in the pavilion, but next to this pavilion pillar for writing poems, on the other pavilion pillar specially vacated by them, there is only one word reply at this moment .

This ink letter hangs high, and some of them are alone.

It is in stark contrast to the pavilion column with a large line of Mozi written next to it, and it has the charm of being too cold at a high place.

"six?"

Su Gu'er opened her lips and read, even though she is full of economics and her boudoir school knowledge is not inferior to some famous scholars, she is still puzzled at this moment:
"What do you mean by this word?"

Su Gu'er couldn't help but glance at Ouyang Lianghan's familiar handwriting on it.

She left a broken poem casually, using poetry to make friends, quite subtle, but very elegant... I am drunk and want to sleep, and I will go, Ming Dynasty intends to bring the piano... I can only say that I understand everything.

Didn't Ouyang Lianghan understand?

wrong.

Su Gu'er shook her head slightly, she herself felt that this idea was absurd and unbelievable.

Ouyang Lianghan was born as a Jinshi. He was a famous student in Bailudong Academy and studied under Xie Xun, a famous Confucian scholar.

And not long ago, the "Teacher's Talk" is even more eye-catching, the literary talent is brilliant, and the talent pressure can't be suppressed.

How could such a person not understand poetry?
Caishou next to him seemed to have thought of a piece of it too, and was also puzzled, frowning and muttering:
"Mr. Ouyang's six characters... Could it be that it contains some profound meaning? Well, he is worthy of being a Jinshi Tanhualang. He cherishes words like gold, and even the poems are difficult to figure out."

Caishou sighed in admiration.

Su Gu'er raised her head, frowned slightly, and murmured:
"Six... refers to the date or the hour. It can't be the piano scale. Could it be that I accidentally played a wrong key in the song in the evening, and he was keenly aware of it?"

……

Two days have passed since the last time I was invited to the Su Mansion for a dinner.

Ouyang Rong was still busy with water control during the day, and slept deeply every night, but the next morning, he was full of vigor, and he didn't know if it was the psychological effect of relaxation.

In addition, Ouyang Rong also found that Ye Weilai, this girl, has been a little strange these past few days. She seems to wake up earlier than him every morning, and she can occasionally be seen "nodding" to doze off during the day.

I don't know if I didn't sleep well at night.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help shaking his head.

In the evening of the same day, Ouyang Rong was blocked again at the gate of the county government office.

This time it was not the servant in Tsing Yi who came back, but Su Dalang himself.

"Why does Da Lang leave class so early? The teacher isn't in class anymore?" Ouyang Rong was surprised.

"I don't want to talk about class today! Let's go, Lianghan will come with Brother Wei."

Su Dalang was not polite, he pulled his friend's sleeve and walked forward, and took Ouyang Rong to Su's house for dinner.

After asking, I found out that it was Uncle Su who caught a big fish at night recently, and specially made crucian carp soup, and asked Su Dalang to invite Ouyang Rong to the banquet as a friend.

Ouyang Rong had no choice but to bring Yan Liulang together again.

The latter is always eating, drinking, and whoring for nothing. Of course, Yan Liulang called this arrogance.

A group of people came to Su Mansion.

This time, there was no such thing as being taken to a water pavilion by a strange maid to hit the sound of the piano by mistake. Ouyang Rong and Yan Liulang were directly received warmly by the enthusiastic Master Su Su Xian.

The night is getting darker.

Su Mansion, a brightly lit main hall.

There was an evening wind blowing the lanterns on the long corridor in the distance, and the lights flickered.

Ouyang Rong and Yan Liulang walked out of the main hall together, came to the corridor, looked left and right, and stopped a maid in a light yellow skirt who passed by the door.

Yan Liulang clenched his fist and covered his mouth, coughing, "Excuse me, how can I get to the nearest latrine?"

The little maid in the goose yellow dress casually pointed to the east corridor.

The two thanked each other and walked along the corridor.

The banquet was only halfway through, and Yan Liulang drank too much wine, so he took Ouyang Rong, who was seated next to him, to the latrine, and came out to blow some air to sober up.

As for why men have to go to the toilet together, I can only say that it is the same as going to the toilet with women, which has the same effect.

"Are you sure it's this way? Why haven't you gone to the end?"

This Su Mansion is quite big. Ouyang Rong and Yan Liulang walked for a while along the path pointed by the little maid with baby fat bun face just now, and their faces gradually became puzzled.

As the two looked around, they suddenly saw a pavilion on the right side of the long corridor not far ahead, with the word "Drunkard" on the pavilion.

Inside the Drunkard Pavilion, there is a pretty familiar figure sitting.

The stunning little girl has plum blossom makeup on her brows, but she has changed from the white clothes Shengxue last time to a vermilion Taoist uniform with a biluo hibiscus crown.

Dressed in a simple and elegant Kun Dao dress, he sat alone in the pavilion.

On the promenade, the two couldn't help but pause.

Ouyang Rong took a second look, and found that this time, the booth should be Su Xiaomei's little girl, and she didn't play the piano or sing.

She had only one chess table, with the back of one hand propping her chin, curling two fingers lightly twiddling a white chess piece, and lowering her eyes to play chess.

It's just that the seat opposite Su Xiaomei is empty.

Left and right handed each other?
On the long corridor, Ouyang Rong and Yan Liulang kept walking, and the latter was in a hurry.

The two passed the pavilion and walked away silently.

As for the little girl playing chess in the pavilion, she lowered her eyes as if she hadn't noticed them from the beginning to the end.

After half a stick of incense, Ouyang Rong and Yan Liulang went to the toilet and returned.

There is no one in the gazebo.

The two looked at each other, stopped in tacit understanding, turned a corner, and walked into the pavilion.

In the pavilion, apart from a black and white chessboard, on the east side of the pavilion, there is a line of elegant and beautiful characters with wet ink.

"Both are lazy gardeners...together against depression...in rainy and snowy days?"

Yan Liulang raised his head and read the broken poem.

A certain young county magistrate glanced at him twice, then nodded, "Six."

"Ah?" Yan Liulang opened his mouth and turned his head, with a puzzled expression on his face: "Why is Mingfu calling me?"

"..."

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but glance at Yan Liulang.

After a pause, he shook his head, "It's okay."

Liu Lang, who did not take his seat towards the check mark, explained the rich connotation of the word "six".

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

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