Guqin becomes a beauty

Rong Zun raised his head, looking at him with round deer eyes, "Okay. This leaflet says how to get there. We don't need Xiao Chen to follow us tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he began to seriously study the route, where to take the bus, and how to transfer to different buses...

After studying for a while, his eyes began to turn sour, and he snorted lowly, "Isn't it okay to be old? Let me try."

The night passed, and the next morning, the two got into Chen Hai's car listlessly, and said, "Go to Nie Zhengtai."

"Master Rong, do you know about Nie Zhengtai?" Chen Hai suddenly became interested, "That's a project that Minister Ling has focused on in recent years, and he asked the province for a lot of money for repairs. It is not open to tourists. But if you want to go, Mr. Rong, I can just talk to the staff there."

"He... Minister Ling, what did you say?" Rong Zun asked softly.

"How to say?" Chen Hai didn't understand what he meant for a moment.

"How do you say...Nie Zheng's."

"Oh, that's it." Chen Hai recalled, "Minister Ling's report mentioned that the value of this kind of heritage with stories and cultural heritage needs to be excavated. Before repairing, only Local people in Yuzhou will come here to worship from time to time, and tourists from other provinces don’t even know who Nie Zheng is.” He smiled, “It’s all right now, Minister Ling plans to list Nie Zhengtai as a provincial key cultural relic next year The protection unit, with the addition of a provincial cultural heritage education base, it is estimated that more and more people will come to play."

Along the way, Rong Zun didn't speak any more, and quietly listened to Chen Hai's talk, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

When he arrived at the place, Chen Hai said, "Lord Rong, I'll wait for you in the parking lot."

Rong Zun waved his hand, "No, you go back first."

Chen Haidao: "Uh...Nie Zhengtai is quite far from our hotel, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in time."

"It's okay, we'll leave tomorrow, and I'll call you then."

"Tomorrow, tomorrow?" Chen Hai was taken aback, and wanted to say that there is no place to stay here in the wilderness, but seeing that Rong Zun had already led the winding beam up the mountain slowly, he could only swallow his words silently.

Adults must have their own ideas when they say this.

……

According to the old records: "There is a west platform outside the west gate of Zhoucheng, that is, the tomb of Nie Zheng. Later generations built the Emperor Xuan Temple on it. The temple is majestic and towering above the clouds."

Rong Zun casually set up a barrier, and walked up the steps slowly, the clothes on his body gradually lengthened with his steps, turning into a plain white wide-sleeved toga.The black hair was lightly bundled, scattered behind her back, and her appearance had returned to its original appearance.

Looking at him around the beam, he recognized that it was a mourning dress for sacrificial ceremonies, and without asking any further questions, he silently transformed into the same one.

The two walked up the stairs quietly, neither of them spoke, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The ancient cypresses on both sides are tall and straight, and Rong Zun said softly on the side: "The scenery on the mountain is good, very quiet, it seems that Xingwei takes good care of you." He laughed and shook his head helplessly , "He is just too stubborn, but that's up to me."

Around the beam did not speak.Rong Zun at this time made him inexplicably feel a sad atmosphere, and his chest was congested.

The two climbed to the top of the mountain, and the wooden frame constructed outside the ancestral hall has not been evacuated. Adhering to the requirements of protecting its authenticity and integrity, the workers only reinforced the building as necessary, and did not destroy its original simple style.

Rong Zun walked up to the portrait in the ancestral hall, raised his head slightly, and smiled kindly at the corner of his mouth, "I just learned the news of your father's revenge not long ago, Xiao Nie, congratulations."

Standing around the beam, he also looked up at the very burly portrait.I don't know if it was his illusion, after Rong Zun finished speaking, there seemed to be an ancient bell ringing in the ancestral hall, and the wind echoed, but when it calmed down, it seemed that it was just dizziness from the head.

"Back then you said that you would come back to see me and Xingwei after taking revenge. If Xingwei was still angry, you would use the best sweet-scented osmanthus wine in the world to stun him... You said that among you humans, there is nothing like two jars of wine getting along with each other. I'm still waiting for you."

Rong Zun lowered his head and found a few apples that Chenglian washed for him before he left, and put them on the altar, "How could one or two of them disappear..."

Looking at his serious appearance, Zuo Liang quietly exited the ancestral hall.

He jumped to the roof and was bored waiting, so he took out his mobile phone and searched for "Nie Zheng" - but when he saw that Nie Zheng had succeeded in assassinating the King of Han, he self-destructed in order not to drag his similar-looking sister. When I lost my eyes, I was so angry that I almost dropped my phone!

"Another fool! He is sincere to others, and he doesn't hesitate to hurt himself, but he doesn't care whether others will appreciate it?! They are nothing but selfish people!"

After he lost his temper, he held back and continued to look down.

Seeing behind him, in order to let everyone remember that this hero is called Nie Zheng, his sister shouted out his brother's name in public regardless of her own life, and was stunned again.

Is this... another idiot?

Why would someone do such a thing for each other?

They want to protect each other, but they trust each other, and they can give their lives for each other.

How could it... be different from what I encountered?

The young man with a beautiful face sat alone on the roof and became quiet. Before he knew it, it was getting dark.

When he came back to his senses from the cold, there was a cold wind blowing outside, with a hint of dampness, as if it wanted to rain again.He jumped off the roof and entered the ancestral hall.

Rong Zun had already found a place to sit comfortably, and when he saw him coming in, he waved, "Come, sit whatever you want, we'll stay here overnight."

Ruoliang ignored him, and found a place farthest from the portrait and sat down by the door.He looked up and looked outside, and said casually: "It's going to rain." He didn't notice that Rong Zun, who was calm and composed behind him, suddenly froze for a moment.

When Zhou Liang retracted his gaze and turned his head, he saw that Rong Zun had conjured up a large fluffy cloak at some point, wrapped himself in it, leaving only his head, and his eyes were a little pitiful. look at him.

He was stunned for a moment, and then he heard Rong Zun ask: "It's late at night, aren't you cold?" Before he could answer, he happily opened his cloak again, "I have warmth here, you can come and squeeze in with me squeeze."

The corner of Yuanliang's mouth twitched, his chin lifted slightly, "No need."

One of them is a piano and the other is a god, why are they afraid of the cold?squeamish.

Rong Zun let out an "oh", wrapped himself tightly again in a sense of loss, and stayed there curled up in a ball.

Soon the wind picked up outside, and the whistle blew.As soon as the lightning strikes from the sky, there is a muffled thunder, which indicates that it will be a heavy rain.

They have an enchantment here, so they don't have to worry about rainwater sweeping in, but the sound is inevitable.

Rao Liang sat at the door with some interest, admiring the wind and rain outside, and suddenly came up with a bad taste, wanting to chat with Rong Zun, "Do you know that the night when my waist was broken was also in this kind of weather? The wind was blowing , I seem to have heard the cries of ghosts outside the palace... woo~ woo woo~ woo... Hey, do you think there are ghosts here?" After speaking, I couldn't help laughing.

He thought at the time that he might become a ghost in the future, leaving the world with unresolved resentment.

But no.He was found by Rong Zun.

Although the piano shop was a bit small and noisy, it was quite comfortable to live in for so long.

Thinking of this, the corners of Zhou Liang's thin lips curled up quickly, he waited, but did not wait for Rong Zun's answer, he wondered if this thick-skinned man was scared by himself?Turning his head to look at him curiously, he saw that the white velvet ball didn't even have a face left, and the whole person was gathered together, with a crease nested in the middle, which looked like a steamed stuffed bun.

Little Phoenix is ​​jumping on the "baozi" restlessly.

"Pfft." Zuo Liang let out a laugh unceremoniously.He walked over, buttoned the pleats of the bun, "Hey, come out."

Baozi was motionless, still trembling slightly.

Rao Liang raised his eyebrows in surprise, as if he suddenly realized something, "Are you afraid of thunder?"

He thought that when he was in the piano shop, every time there was a thunderstorm, this guy would stay in the house by himself. His room was remodeled by Ling Xing, and it seemed that the effect of sound insulation was particularly good.

At this time, Zhou Liang wanted to laugh at this person. He had never seen such a distressed Rong Zun, but he opened his mouth a few times, and swallowed all the words that slipped to his lips. He sighed. sat down beside the group.

After a while, he poked lightly twice, "Hey, the sound of the rain outside seems to be quieter."

The people inside the cloak still refused to come out, and said again around the beam: "It's really small!"

……

In the distant Beijing city, Ling Xingwei in a suit walked to the French windows of the reception hall, looking at the gloomy sky outside, feeling a little uneasy.

He took out his mobile phone and turned to the weather conditions in Yuzhou. A series of icons that used to alternate between the sun and clouds suddenly changed to heavy rain.

He frowned, looked at the sky with a straight face, and finally picked up his suit jacket, put it on his arms and hurried around the crowd. He walked quickly, and when he reached a place where no one was there, his slender figure disappeared directly on the promenade.

It seemed that the noise outside had really faded away, Rong Zun moved, squeezed out a head from the folds, leaned against the beam, and used his strength to look outside, and then Pulling off the cloak on his head, he said nonchalantly, "I really can't take it down anymore!"

The little phoenix squeezed into his arms with a "chirp", and the feather rubbed against his neck vigorously.

Seeing him turning his face like tearing down a bridge, Zhou Liang sneered in his heart with a black face, but he still didn't walk away.

It was actually still raining outside, and there were occasional lightning flashes in the sky, but the thunder was much quieter.

The candlelight on the altar flickered suddenly, and the back of the beam felt cold, and he whispered: "There must be ghosts."

He raised his head. The lights in the ancestral hall were dim, but it didn't look scary. Even the face of the portrait of Nie Zheng was much softer. Standing here with a firm figure made people feel at ease for no reason.

The warm halo just enveloped the bottle, a small ball, feeling warm.

Ruoliang didn't speak, stood up, wanted to go to close the door, but suddenly stopped after taking two steps, and called out a little stiffly, "Rong, Zun? Look outside, is there..."

Rong Zun raised his eyes, and saw a tall figure walking towards the long path facing the open gate, with steady and firm steps, stepping into the bottom of his heart step by step, and walking outside the gate of the ancestral hall .

Zhou Liang was always very nervous, until the light in the room shone on his face, and he could see clearly - the person who came was Ling Xingwei who had left from the reception.

"Minister Ling?! Why are you here?"

Ling Xingwei's eyes were deep, looking at Rong Zun who was shrunk into a ball, he opened his arms to him, "Come."

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