[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

Tomorrow raised his eyebrows, it seemed even more arrogant.

Li Xian cut off his words and said: "Teacher, there is something to do in the palace, the student will take my leave first." After saying this, he got up and left in a hurry, knocking down the teacup on the table.

Seeing the tea soaking the thin couch, Ouyang Mingri chuckled, slowly leaned against the back of the chair, wrapped around the gold thread, closed his eyes and meditated, the light and faint warm gold also soaked him.

Hearing the sound of footsteps entering, Ouyang asked tomorrow, "how is that little fox?"

Yi Shui said: "As usual."

"Not bad." Ouyang Mingri nodded and asked again, "Where is Murong?"

Yi Shui immediately said: "He is taking care of the fairy grass that the master gave him."

Ouyang Mingri opened his eyes abruptly, looked at Yi Shui coldly, but smiled without saying a word.

Murong Ziying is in the study room, where the fragrance of ink is overflowing and the tombs are full of tombs, but there are no talented people, and no one cares about it, because the owner of the study room is familiar with things that cannot be contained in a study room.

He packed up the pen and ink that Ouyang had used in the morning, and began to look at the portrait of Zheng Guanyin on the table.

Murong Ziying lived in the East Palace for a while, and saw the Crown Princess from afar, and even met several side concubines, but now she has no memory of it, and seeing the lifelike portrait of Zheng Guanyin, it is considered that she knows this prince who the Crown Prince will never forget. wife.

The woman in the painting is not stunning, but she is dignified and graceful, elegant and noble, and has the demeanor of a mother who loves the world.The aura on her body seems to be one with Ouyang Mingri, co-existing from the same source, like a gentle scabbard, which can gently hide all the treachery, sharpness, arrogance, indifference and cruelty of that person, making it a restrained and gentle jade.

No one in this world is more suitable to be with Ouyang Mingri than her, and no one is more in love with Ouyang Mingri than her.

Murong Ziying didn't feel envious, but a little disappointed.Zheng Guanyin is dead, will not be resurrected, and there will be no second one.

He just suddenly knew that Ouyang Mingri doted on him, loved him, and always regarded him as a 13-year-old child, not because Ouyang Mingri lived too long, but because he was indeed still a child.

An honest and simple boy who hasn't really taken on the responsibility, even if he has someone he admires, he is still a child.

The taste in Murong Ziying's heart was like eating green plums, sour and astringent, slightly bitter.He looked at the portrait again, making sure that the ink was dry, and wanted to put it away, but was stopped by someone.

"Who is this woman?" Ouyang Yingying jumped in from the screen, staring at the portrait intently, as if her heart was captured, she said in a daze: "Brother drew it."

Murong Ziying nodded and said, "It's his beloved woman."

"It's no wonder that elder brother never pays attention to the matchmakers of those aristocratic families, nor does he appreciate the tenderness of chivalrous women in the world. No one is more worthy of elder brother than her." Ouyang Yingying's eyes are full of yearning, I don't know whether it is yearning for the beauty of the woman in the painting, or more Wanting such a sister-in-law, he asked again, "What's her name?"

Murong Ziying was about to roll up the painting, but she was taken aback when she heard this, but said, "I don't know."

Ouyang Yingying curled her lips, she pushed Murong Ziying's hand away, leaned on the table with her head propped up, and wanted to watch carefully, but Murong Ziying couldn't do it, so she had to clean up the half cup of herbal tea next to her.

After picking up the teacup, Ouyang Yingying turned her head and asked, "Why didn't elder brother marry her back?"

Murong Ziying pursed her lips and said, "She is dead."

"Why?!" Ouyang Yingying was startled, grabbed Murong Ziying's wrist, caught off guard, the teacup fell on the painting, rolled off the table and shattered with a crisp sound.

The clear green tea spread quickly on the painting, turning the woman's blue dress into mottled and residual colors, deep and shallow blue and yellow, scattered the golden and red embroidery patterns on the clothes, and mixed dyes of various colors into one piece.

The person in the painting was only stained with a long skirt, but her face was still beautiful and graceful, but she had transformed from an almost living person into a painting.

This actually made Murong Ziying have a terrible feeling of killing someone.

Ouyang Yingying covered her mouth and backed away in panic, her whole body was completely cold.

I poured all my heart and soul into it, and every pen is full of nostalgia and sweetness. I reborn my beloved woman in my heart, and painted a portrait that was almost survivable, and it was destroyed like this.

The tea dripped along the drawing paper and hit the ground little by little, the sound pierced into her heart, Murong Ziying didn't know what she was thinking, but felt wronged for no reason.Slightly confused, he was startled by the light sound of the wooden wheel, and he hurriedly looked back.

Ouyang Mingri's face was calm as usual, he lightly twisted his crown, lowered his eyes and closed his eyes, as if he was too lazy to speak, and after a while he said softly: "Go out."

As soon as the words fell, Ouyang Yingying dawdled for a few steps, and ran out like a rabbit, leaving behind a scent of fragrance.

Murong Ziying stepped forward tentatively, and was about to speak, Ouyang asked tomorrow: "Didn't you understand what I said?"

His expression was kind and gentle, full of affection, frowning and looking at Murong Ziying earnestly, just like a persuasive and seductive teacher asking a student if he understands.If it weren't for the sharp and real anger that lifted her eyes, Murong Ziying would have blurted out what he said.

Silently backing away two steps, Murong Ziying obeyed his words and walked out of the study slowly.

Yi Shui pushed Ouyang Mingri to the side of the case, saw that he only glanced at the remnant painting, then casually rolled it up, grabbed it in his hand, frowned and closed his eyes, did not move and did not speak.

That's all, Yi Shui suddenly said: "He definitely didn't mean it."

"I know." Ouyang Mingri lazily opened his eyes, his fingers were trembling slightly, and the depression and irritability that had been buried in his heart for a long time suddenly broke through the restriction like a torrent, and he threw the painting out with his hand, and said angrily, "But he Why don't you refuse to be obedient and put away the thoughts you shouldn't have?! How can I treat him like this."

The beautiful portrait was carried down the steps by the breeze, and the golden thread of the sky was rolled, and the door was gently closed. The red lacquer and vermilion carvings wrapped around the branches and birds, as if they had entered the sky, separating two lives.

Ouyang Yingying poked her head out from behind the big willow tree with branches hanging like a curtain, looked left and right, stared at the closed door, raised her skirt and ran to pick up the painting, then ran away like a cat.

The shadows of the trees in front of the study are sparse, and there is only dazzling sunlight in the empty yard. Occasionally, a maidservant passes by. The shadow of the house turns from west to east, covering a gray area, and the sun has already set to the west.

The Ouyang mansion of Nuoda, no matter how you go, makes people feel empty, lonely, and easy to lose their way. This place is incompatible with Chang'an, but it is located in the center of Chang'an. Let the people in this mansion regard this place as their destination. And separated from the world outside the mansion.

The vermilion lacquered door was so exquisite that she was reluctant to touch it. Murong Ziying raised her head and looked at the wonderful painted beams, separated by a thin line.The wind disturbed his hair that fell to his eyebrows, his light-colored clothes fluttered slightly, his black hair was curly blue, and he was as lost as a fairy.

He is a cultivator, a person who wholeheartedly seeks the Tao, why is he willing to fall into the world of mortals.

As the footsteps faded away, Yi Shui stood by the door for a long time, until Murong Ziying was out of breath, then turned to look at Ouyang Mingri.

Under the backlight, the brocade clothes are full of flowers, extremely magnificent, Ouyang Mingri's back is facing him, the sunlight on his shoulders seems to be trembling, Yi Shui squinted his eyes, he saw that something seemed to be wrapped around Ouyang Mingri's body, it flashed and dissipated, golden, vivid Ordinary rope.

"Master?" Yi Shui didn't know what happened, so he asked cautiously.

Ouyang Mingri tilted his body slightly, blood trickled from his lips to the ground, gathering patches of deep red, like a peony in full bloom.

Yi Shui was shocked and rushed over to embrace him in a few steps.Ouyang Mingri trembled more and more, and tried his best to endure it, but the pain came from his soul, and even the gods couldn't bear it, he lost his strength and leaned on Yi Shui's body.

Ouyang couldn't wipe off the blood on his lips tomorrow, his cuffs were already red, he said with a wry smile: "It seems that I will be in seclusion for a while, and the affairs of the government will be handed over to Murong."

Yi Shui opened his mouth, and finally replied, "Yes."

Ouyang will retreat tomorrow, Ouyang Mansion will not receive any visitors, he is like a flower in the epiphyllum, blooming brilliantly, fleeting, immediately forgotten by the prosperity of Chang'an, no one comes in, and no one goes out.

Fate is related to the rise and fall of prosperity, and it is the peak of national power that makes Changqin's soul power temporarily stagnant and exhausted.However, the power of the dragon veins locks the soul, and even the gods can't resist it. In order not to be strangled to ashes soon, Ouyang Mingri has no choice but to put down everything and retreat immediately to resist the invasion of the soul by the dragon veins.

Ouyang will fall into the confrontation with the dragon vein tomorrow, and it will only become more and more dangerous. If he is not careful, he will disappear into the world, and he will not even be able to do it.

He has given up controlling the fate of the country to buy time, which is useless at all. Only by reshaping Fenglai, or recapturing the lingering soul in Fenji, can he truly escape the thousand years of pain and the doomed end.

No.30 Second round

There is no Spring and Autumn in Chang'an. In September, the rainy season is endless and sorrowful, and it enters late autumn. In just over a month, it is already as cold as winter.

Autumn is full of joy, smoke wraps around the water curtain, and tassels hang down the curtain, and the yearning becomes intermittent when it becomes thicker.When the phoenix emperor goes, the branches of the phoenix tree are chirping, the remnant red is shaking and hard to fall, it is lonely, the sharp sword turns into soft rain, harsh and bleak.

The drizzle is like fog, and the dripping water is thrown from the edge of the sword. The light is amazing, and the blue clothes are decorated with snow like orchids in the wind.

No one stopped for such a beautiful scenery, only Ouyang Yingying quietly watched from the porch, but she didn't understand swords, and she didn't appreciate the person holding them.

Ouyang Yingying was wearing a blue Hu suit with a lapel collar and a hard-wrapped crown, which is the most popular attire for the princes and wives of official families and families in Chang'an City. The girl is pretty, adding a bit of heroism.

After Murong Ziying finished practicing for a while, she pulled her sword back, and Ouyang Yingying immediately regained her vivacity, and said in a crisp voice: "I'm going out for a while, and my elder brother will leave the affairs of the house to you. It's not easy to explain."

Murong Ziying couldn't control her forcefully, looked at her and nodded without saying a word, then turned around and walked into the depths of the rain and mist, her figure disappeared immediately.

The girl in Hufu went out to the rich family of the deep mansion, holding up an elegant green umbrella, accompanied by two or three attendants, the maid hugged Fang