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Chapter 846 Jiangzhou Sima's shirt is wet [Monthly ticket draw lasts for a while! 6k words]

As Luo Niang couldn't help but rush forward, she clutched Ouyang Rong's sleeves.

The plectrum of the pipa fell to the ground and hit the floor, making a crisp sound.

The sound of the pipa also stopped abruptly.

When Ouyang Rong was listening to the pipa just now, he kept looking down at his cuffs which were stained with wine.

At this moment, he heard the Pipa girl's sobbing again. With her sleeves grasped, he shook his head and sighed:

"So it's been so long... It's been three years since I was exiled to Dragon City. It feels like the blink of an eye."

Luo Niang's tears were streaming down her cheeks, and she nodded heavily:

"Yes! I have been looking for you for three years."

Ouyang Rong raised his head and looked into the lonely, tearful face.

He smiled and said:

"I didn't expect that Madam has been looking for me all the way from north to south, from the prosperous capital to the remote countryside... I am honored to be the one Madam's support when she is wandering in a foreign land."

The young man in Confucian robes kept smiling and turned to look at the bright moon outside the window:
“What we have done in the past three years is worth it.”

He raised his free hand and stretched it towards Luo Niang's round, tearful face. Halfway through, his hand paused and then he put it down again.

Ouyang Rong glanced at Pei Shisan Niang, who lowered her head, took out a handkerchief, walked forward tacitly, hugged the Pipa girl, and wiped her tears.

Ouyang Rong raised his cup and took a sip, his eyes continuing to look at the bright moon outside the window, mumbling silently, no one knew what he was saying to himself.

When Luo Niang saw the young man in Confucian robes behaving like this, she seemed to recall the figure of the upright and upright gentleman who never looked away at the night banquet in Luoyang.

A gentleman who upholds integrity as always.

Her rosy eyes were filled with tears, at this moment like beads that had broken off a string, rolling more and more, and tears streamed down her face.

Luo Niang covered her face with her hands, her shoulders trembled, and her crying became louder.

Hu Fu, Yuan Huaimin, Yi Qianqiu and others were also infected and drank with their heads down, looking somewhat sad.

At this moment, someone's murmur was heard faintly nearby.

"It's been three years since I woke up in the underground palace... I've already finished a round of graduate school... There's no point in going back... But it's not in vain... How many three years do we have when we're young... It's not wasted... It's not wasted..."

There were some intermittent and vague words, which no one could hear clearly. They looked sideways, thinking they were some literary words.

Ye Weilai and Yan Liulang, who were closest to the scene, were also confused.

Ouyang Rong suddenly turned around, pointed his finger at Jiang Shangyue, and said to Luo Niang:
"We are both wanderers in this world, so why do we need to know each other before we meet? Meeting is fate, Luo Niang. If we have to part, we will never see each other again in this life. There is no need to be depressed. When it is late at night and everyone is asleep, you can look at the river and the bright moon. We are both on the river and under the bright moon. There is nothing to regret."

Luo Niang slowly raised her head, staring at the gentle smile of the young man in the Confucian robes, and murmured to herself:

"We are both wanderers in this world... Why do we have to know each other when we meet... We are both wanderers..."

She took a deep breath and nodded vigorously:
"Yes, we are both wanderers in this world. You, my Lord, are also a wanderer, just like me. You have been wandering from Luoyang to Longcheng County, and from the Chief of Jiangzhou to an idle Sima. You have never had a smooth life, but you are indomitable. You have burned your boats in the face of adversity, and you have become more courageous with each setback. You have always been reborn from the ashes again and again..."

At this point, Luo Niang's tone was extremely excited, and she stared straight at the young man in front of her:

"My dear, I have been looking for you in Longcheng to no avail. I left Jiangzhou with my husband's family and was on my way to Qiantang. I heard halfway that the saint ordered the Jiangzhou Buddha to be moved inside the city. As the chief official, you were the only one who stood up and refused to obey the order. You were demoted to Sima of Jiangzhou. You fell from grace in the officialdom of Xunyang and were in a miserable situation. At that time, I wanted to see you very much and say a word to you."

Ouyang Rong asked: "What are you talking about?"

"My dear, you are not alone. There are many people like me in the world, standing behind you and watching you. You are just walking in the front, but you are not alone. You are Ouyang Ronglianghan, a gentleman in the hearts of all people in the world. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, you are the one who is not afraid!"

Tears welled up in Luo Niang's eyes. Under the orange light, her eyes were sparkling as she looked at Ouyang Rong.

Upon hearing this, Hu Fu, Yuan Huaimin, Ye Weilai, Yi Qianqiu and the others all looked at Ouyang Rong, and then they smiled at each other.

After going through so much, Luo Niang’s words may be their real voice.

Being the center of attention, Ouyang Rong sat beside the lamp, silent for a long time, with only one word:

"Thank you."

Luo Niang wiped her tears and said with a smile:
"Now it seems that there is actually no need for me to tell others, the young master can come out of it on his own. Those violent storms, the collapse of the sky and the earth, seem to be nothing to the young master. It has been like this since I met the young master."

Ouyang Rong shook his head seriously, his voice a little loud:

"No, these words have already been said on behalf of the lady."

Luo Niang asked: "Who is it?"

"you."

Luo Niang and the others repeated in confusion:
"us?"

Ouyang Rong looked around and said in a very soft voice:

"Yes, 'you guys'."

After saying that, the young man picked up the wine glass and began to drink.

Everyone saw that his movements were a little intense, with wine dripping from the corners of his mouth, wetting his shirt on his chest.

Everyone was a little confused, but they still drank together tacitly.

Pei Shisanniang and Ye Weilai refilled his cup again and again.

Luo Niang stared at the young man in Confucian robes who looked so heroic and dashing.

Ouyang Rong put down the empty wine glass again and wiped his mouth vigorously.

He smiled:
"Can you play the two pipa pieces that Madam wrote for me first?"

"Yes...Yes, of course. Which song do you want to listen to first, little adult?"

The young man waved his hand casually, without any restrictions:
"First, "On Teachers" and then "On Chrysanthemums."

"it is good!"

Luo Niang picked up the pipa, held it in her arms, lowered her head, and her whole body seemed to be hidden behind the pipa.

She placed the plectrum on the strings, tried to steady her breathing, and slowly began to play.

Everyone saw the woman gently gathering her fingers together, slowly twisting them, rubbing and picking them.

First he played "On Teachers", and then he played "On Chrysanthemums".

Yuan Huaimin's face was hazy. He slowly patted his knees with his hands, following the rhythm and getting lost in it.

Everyone else on the field, even those who didn't know how to play the pipa, was attracted by the sound of the pipa.

But soon, they gradually discovered that there was something strange about Ouyang Rong.

He drank glass after glass of wine.

They saw the young man in Confucian robes, who seemed to be a little drunk at the moment, with a smile on his face and drunken eyes. He looked around and smiled at them, as if he was intoxicated by the sound of the pipa.

Everyone was infected by this and started toasting him one by one.

Perhaps sensing the atmosphere at the table, the sound of the pipa became more sonorous and uplifting.

"Haha." Ouyang Rong put down his wine glass, lowered his head to wipe his mouth, and laughed a few times.
No one knew that while he was pouring the wine into his mouth, faces flashed before his eyes.

In addition to the faces of Luo Niang, Yan Liulang, Ye Weilai, Yuan Huaimin and others in front of him, there were also many familiar and distant faces mixed in.

There are Ashan’s, Liumu’s, Aqing’s, Huang Xuan’s, Huang Feihong’s, and even... Xiu Niang’s.

One face after another flashed before my eyes, like a passing show.

"you……"

Talking to himself, as if reciting a passage, at this moment, Ouyang Rong suddenly remembered something that the old musician, Rong Zhen, had mentioned casually.

It's about Emperor Wen.

[Emperor Wen] was cast by the first "Emperor Wen" of the Dasui Dynasty. Its original purpose was to welcome the prosperous era after the unification.

That year, the Sui Dynasty ended the three hundred years of contention between the Northern and Southern Dynasties, and a rising unified dynasty was unstoppable. In a world that was accustomed to wars, swords and bloodshed, and where the people were content, everyone was looking forward to the arrival of a new prosperous era. This was a grand vision and the most simple expectation.

The form of [Emperor Wen] is also a musical instrument, tailor-made for prosperous times.

The first generation of [Emperor Wen] sword tactics is also a song, it is the imagined "sound of prosperity"!
But in the end, the much-anticipated prosperous era was nowhere to be found.

And waited...from Dasui to Daqian and then to Dazhou.

[Emperor Wen] passed the hand in turn to Emperor Sui Wen, Emperor Sui Feng, Emperor Qian Taizong, Emperor Qian Gaozong and the current saint.

The vision of a prosperous era in the hearts of the people during the early Sui and Qian dynasties seemed to be getting further and further away.

Perhaps because he did not usher in that prosperous era, or perhaps because his spirituality is too strong, [Emperor Wen] is more "willful" than other Ding swords.

Its true meaning will gradually change, and the evidence is the change in its sword techniques!
From the "Sound of the Prosperous Age" of the first generation of Dashi, to the "Qin Wang Pozhen Music" in the Daqian Army, to the seven-character quatrain music created by the old musician...

The true meaning of [Emperor Wen] is not fixed, and new sword techniques can be created, but it requires a swordsman who can comprehend its true meaning at that moment...

True meaning is to Dingjian as emotion is to people.

After losing his way in the "Golden Age", Emperor Wen became like a human being, with unpredictable emotions and changes!
Amid the sound of the pipa, Ouyang Rong suddenly understood why he had been unable to comprehend the true meaning of "Emperor Wen", even though he had mastered the complete seven-character quatrain.

I also understood why Rong Zhen also held the sword formula and was "attached to the appearance" for a period of time, but was slow to comprehend the true meaning of [Emperor Wen]. Finally, he comprehended it by accident after being "broken in appearance" during the battle of Shuangfeng Peak.

The current [Emperor Wen] is like a child with a unique personality. His emotions change rapidly and his true meaning is different at every moment, making it difficult to capture.

The seven-character quatrain music created by the old musician is just its sword tactics at a certain moment.

Simply playing the seven-character quatrain and the piano music to understand the true meaning is like looking for the sword by carving a mark on the boat.

So what was the real intention or emotion of Emperor Wen, who had yet to find the "prosperous age"?

The boats were swaying around him, he raised his cup to the moon and listened to the drunken pipa. At this moment, Ouyang Rong seemed to wake up from a dream.

Ye Weilai suddenly turned her head and heard Tan Lang, who was drunk and staggering beside her, mumbling to himself:

"No, it's not like that. It's not a stage for one person. The so-called prosperous times are not like this... Just like Luoyang without you, is it still Luoyang? I won't go to Luoyang like this... If you want to go, let's go together, Ashan, Aqing, and... Xiu Niang, I will take you all with me, okay... to see the prosperous times in the distance... Uh~" The young man in Confucian clothes murmured halfway and burped.

At this moment, the sound of the pipa in the painted boat was like the cold and astringent spring water, which began to condense and became blocked. The sound gradually interrupted, as if a kind of sorrow and deep hatred was secretly growing. This muffled silence was more moving than any sound.

Suddenly, it was as if a silver bottle was broken, splashing water everywhere; it was also as if armored cavalry were fighting, with swords and guns ringing.

When the song ended, Luo Niang plucked the center of the strings, and the sound of the strings seemed to tear cloth.

Then, the sound of the pipa disappeared, and everything was silent for a moment.

Inside and outside the pleasure boat, everyone was still listening quietly.

Outside the window, in the center of the river, the lonely shadow of the white moon is reflected.

Luo Niang stared at Ouyang Rong for a while, hugged the pipa tightly, and felt a little lost.

My wish to play two pipa pieces for the little adult seemed to have been fulfilled, but I also felt inexplicably uncomfortable, as if I was reluctant to leave and at a loss as to where to go.

The young man in Confucian clothes, who claimed that he could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, held on to the table and stood up shakily.

As if she thought he was going to leave, Luo Niang hesitated to speak, feeling a little reluctant to let him go.

Ouyang Rong did not leave, but asked her:

"What's the name of this pipa piece?"

"Presented to Tan Lang"

"Is this a gift to me?"

"Ok!"

Ouyang Rong asked with a smile:
"Can you tell me the name of the person who gave the song?"

Luo Niang laughed sadly:

"I have left Luoyang and have become nameless. As the little master said, why do we have to know each other when we meet? It doesn't matter what our names are, what matters is that we met."

Ouyang Rong nodded and said word by word:

“All the people in the world who care about something are anonymous.”

Luo Niang's swaying body stilled, a gleam of crystal in the corner of her eyes.

Ouyang Rong asked, breathing heavily from the alcohol:
"Madam, you said you often dream about your youth. Do you want to go back to Luoyang? I can do my best to help you."

Luo Niang's body trembled, as if she was a little excited, but then slowly returned to normal.

She whispered:

"I am not young anymore, I am ready to get married, and I want to live a stable life for the rest of my life."

Ouyang Rong nodded:
"If you are wronged in the future, you can come to me."

Luo Niang nodded, then shook her head:

"Although he is a businessman who values ​​profit over separation, he is not a bad person. I have seen many people's hearts in the entertainment industry, and he is also a fallen woman. I am not wrong to entrust him to a wrong person."

"Okay. Then let me go in your place." He paused and repeated, "In your place."

She wondered:
"you?"

Ouyang Rong said calmly:

"You are you. A prosperous era is not the prosperity of one person, and Luoyang is not the Luoyang of one person. Without you, what kind of prosperous era is it, what kind of Luoyang is it."

Luo Niang seemed to understand, but she stared at Ouyang Rong with surprising seriousness. She stood up holding the pipa and bowed:
"Okay, I thank you, young master."

I don't know what she thought of, she said with a smile:
"If I could hear about the young master's deeds in Luoyang and other places in the future, it would be like me going there myself, and I would feel the same. It would be great, and I would have something to look forward to in the future."

Ouyang Rong's body swayed drunkenly, and he also said with a smile:
"Madam, you gave me a pipa piece, and I want to return the gift. Can you play the pipa piece that Madam learned from that senior at the night banquet in Xunyang Tower again?"

Luo Niang was stunned.

Ouyang Rong murmured:
"It is a song of an old friend, so of course I have to play it for him. Maybe it is also his intention."

Luo Niang nodded obediently, sat down again, and started playing the pipa seriously.

Soon, a unique pipa sound was heard in the pleasure boat.

Sometimes it sounded like the melodious singing of birds under the flowers, and sometimes it sounded like the sound of obstructed water flowing under the ice, harsh and low, with intermittent sobs.

The familiar sound of the pipa lingers in my ears.

Ouyang Rong picked up a glass of wine, turned around and walked towards an inconspicuous small coffee table in front of him, drinking as he walked, and the wine in the glass swayed and splashed with his body.

Luo Niang and everyone else looked in the direction he was walking and saw paper, ink, brush and inkstone used by merchants for settling accounts on the small coffee table.

Ouyang Rong sat cross-legged in front of the coffee table. After spreading the paper, he drunkenly touched the brush, dipped it in the inkstone, and then returned it to the paper to write, but was stunned.

There are no words on the paper, there is an inkstone but no ink, and it is not stained with ink.

Ouyang Rong looked around, remembered something, and touched his sleeve.

After a while, he was stunned for a moment, and when he lowered his head and looked around, he discovered that an ink stick with "long legs" had slipped out three feet.

The young man in Confucian robes picked up the small ink stick that had sensed the "danger" and ran away, threw it into the inkstone, and squeezed out the ink.

After a while, the inkstone was filled with water. He dipped the brush in ink, lowered his head and began to write.

Although the sound of the pipa continued, Hu Fu, Yuan Huaimin, Yi Qianqiu and others gathered around with a little confusion, somewhat curious about what Ouyang Rong was concentrating on writing.

"Liang Han, you..."

Yuan Huaimin had a vague premonition. He had just finished speaking when he came behind Ouyang Rong and saw the rows of words on the paper clearly. He stopped talking abruptly as his eyes were attracted by the paper.

Hu Fu, Yi Qianqiu and Miao Zhen also came to Ouyang Rong out of curiosity, cast their eyes over him, and gradually, they stopped where they were.

Although Yan Liulang was following at the end, he had sharp eyes and could see the words on the paper clearly through the crowd.

He was a little scratching his head at first:
"Is this a poem or a lyric? Why does it sound like a long song...Pipa...Pipa Xing..."

Pei Shisanniang was responsible for pouring wine for Ouyang Rong. She followed him all the time and watched more quickly. She stared at the paper where Ouyang Rong was writing and murmured:
"I send off my guest at night at the Xunyang River, maple leaves and reeds rustle in the autumn wind... The host dismounts and the guest stays on the boat, raising the wine to drink but no music... She finally comes out after being called many times, still holding the pipa and half covering her face... Late at night, I suddenly dream of my youth, crying in my dream with tears on my makeup... dry..."

As she recited, her voice disappeared and only her fixed eyes remained.

The faces of the people around him also showed serious expressions. They looked at the new poem silently, as if they were immersed in it.

Khufu's mouth became dry as he read. He could not help but pick up the wine glass beside him and moisten his lips, but his eyes were still fixed on the paper.

Yuan Huaimin's eyes had gradually widened into bells, with an expression of incredible shock. He repeatedly looked at the young man in Confucian robes who was concentrating on writing, as if he was confirming something.

Compared with his friend's brilliant and elegant literary talent, which was full of gems in every word, Yuan Huaimin was even more surprised that he could write such an article in one go without any pause.

Ye Weilai helped hold the wine glass and stood aside, looking absentmindedly. Suddenly, she felt a little envious of Luo Niang.

As this long poem was written, an atmosphere of sadness and melancholy gradually filled the air.

The sound of the pipa at this moment was intermittent and coming to an end.

Seeing that everyone was gathered around the young man in Confucian robes and the small tea table, Luo Niang could not help but stand up, pick up the zither and walked over. She frowned, walked to the tea table and looked down.

After a few breaths, the woman playing the pipa felt as if struck by lightning. She covered her mouth with her hands and sobbed uncontrollably.

"This... this is a gift to my family..."

Ouyang Rong wrote with his ink splashing, his face drunken, as if he didn't notice the people gathered around him. He slowly threw away the brush, took the wine glass from Ye Weilai's hand, raised his head and drank it, then walked back to his seat and left the small coffee table with the poem to everyone.

Luo Niang and everyone else were attracted by "Pipa Xing" and they stayed in front of the table, standing for a long time.

Luo Niang sobbed and burst into tears; Yuan Huaimin was touched by something and burst into tears, and hugged Yi Qianqiu tightly with red eyes; the others all covered their faces and cried.

Ouyang Rong sat alone, ignoring everyone, as if laughing while drunk. He grabbed a jar of wine on the ground with his big hand, tilted his head back and poured it out, drinking it greedily.

The wine leaked out from his chin, wetting a large area of ​​his shirt on his chest.

Ye Weilai's eyes were red, her head was lowered, and she immediately returned to Ouyang Rong's side.

She bit her lip, took out a handkerchief and wiped his chest.

"Tanlang..."

The silver-haired girl's palm sank into the young man's chest.

There was no obstruction along the way and I even touched the wall behind me.

The little hands penetrated his body.

She stared blankly at the golden halo where her palm touched Tan Lang's chest, her pupils widened.

The prosperous era of Emperor Wen was like a dream.

The body of the young man in scholar's robe was as light as dew and as fast as lightning.

We should view it in this way.

As Ye Weilai's little face was in a panic and she was unable to hold on to her lover, everyone with tears in their eyes turned around when they heard the sound.

Ouyang Rong looked drunk, like a jade mountain about to fall, and he rested his head on the girl's legs. The golden sword energy on his body flashed and disappeared without a trace.

Ouyang Rong seemed amused by the panic expression that still remained on the silver-haired girl's face, and he pointed at her and laughed loudly.

"Hahaha……"

As he laughed, I don’t know if it was the wine or the tears, but Sima of Jiangzhou’s blue shirt got wet.

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[Ps: Sorry guys, I posted it late. I wrote 6,000 words in this chapter, which is more than the normal 4,000 words. So I spent the whole day coding it. Now it is finally finished. Xiaorong will take medicine and rest first. The next chapter will be in the daytime tomorrow. I will try not to postpone it.]

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