[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

With a smile: "You are fine."

"Tomorrow." Ouyang Feiying's voice was hoarse, and he looked away, "Although he was assassinated, he was not injured."

"Very good." Ouyang Mingri said again, the sunlight fell into his eyes, which were unparalleled in brilliance and beauty, and the smile that seemed gentle and mocking was extremely strange.

After paying a family salute to his parents, because of his inconvenient legs, Yi Shui ordered someone to carry the sedan chair directly into the mansion, which was very disrespectful.Ouyang tomorrow just returned to "home", he never mentioned the purpose of this trip, not even a single extra word, as if he was just a passerby.

Ouyang didn't do anything when he came back tomorrow, and he didn't go to visit his mother, but repaired the score that Ji Hongyi brought.These pieces were composed thousands of years ago. He doesn't remember what he thought at the time, and he doesn't know if Ji Hongyi has turned over his scores.

The candle lamp was lit until midnight, and he kept writing and writing, and only finished three or two volumes. His requirements for music must be extreme. Although he has incomparable abilities, Ji Hongyi said it well. When things become a task that must be completed, he will feel pain, and where the pen can be written, it will come naturally.

Ouyang Mingri put down his pen, only to feel a headache. In the dead of night, there were a few light knocks on the door, which seemed to startle the people in the room. Ouyang Mingri suddenly laughed and waved his hand. People are brought in.

Zhang Qingzhu held a small lamp and two jugs of wine. She must have fallen asleep long ago. She only wore her middle coat and a thick cloak. She sat next to Ouyang Mingri and said distressedly: "You, you won't be with me when you come back. Say something more, what are you busy with at this late hour."

Ouyang tomorrow only shook his head, simply packed the things on the table, took the wine in Zhang Qingzhu's hand, opened it and sniffed it, and couldn't help but take a sip, squinting his eyes joyfully, looking as cute as a yellow cat.

Zhang Qingzhu rubbed his son's hair, said with a smile: "I know you are good at Huaniang, this is Lansheng wine brewed by me, just in time."

Ouyang leaned his head on Zhang Qingzhu's shoulder tomorrow, leaned against her and said: "Lansheng is a famous wine in the Han Palace, my mother is really good at making it."

"I can't wait to give you the best." As Zhang Qingzhu said, he choked up a little. Seeing Ouyang tomorrow like this, he couldn't even tell him to go to bed early.

Ouyang Mingri enjoys good wine, especially flower brewed wine. The color of the wine in the cup is like a spring dripping flower juice, light and light, holding the thing you like, cuddling with the closest person, it is really comfortable, you can let go of all troubles for a while.

The next day, Ouyang Mingri still repaired the score for a whole day, without taking a step out of the door, Yi Shui was so bored that he just wanted to sleep, and he didn't know how many times he had killed that score.

Yi Shui tugged at the chrysanthemums in the house and scattered the remaining petals all over the place. At dusk, seeing Ouyang take a break tomorrow, he immediately asked, "Is the master really not looking for anything?"

"Check what?" Ouyang stuffed a piece of snack into his mouth tomorrow, and his words were a bit vague, "What did Ouyang Feiying do before I was born, how do I know, if I don't know anything, how to check."

"Then..." Yi Shui pointed at himself and blinked his beautiful eyes, "Is there nothing I need to do?"

"No." Ouyang Mingri choked and patted his chest, "Yishui, bring me some wine."

"Hey!" Yi flipped and couldn't even see the shadow.

If there is no clue to investigate, we have to wait for someone who has a clue, the one who assassinated Ouyang Feiying.Ouyang Mingri didn't know who that person was, and he didn't expect that person to be so bold that he would directly approach him.

Yi Shui came back with wine and a letter.There is only one sentence in the letter:

The assassination of the father is revenge, and the grievances are hard to resolve. Tomorrow is not the time, Huxin Pavilion.

There is no signature, but the handwriting is very beautiful and elegant.Ouyang Mingri doesn't feel that this person has any malice towards him, but he is too proud, which makes him unhappy. If he can't bear it, he will make a big conspiracy, and he doesn't need to bear it, but he never bears it.

Does that person know that the garden of Huxin Pavilion is under his name, Ouyang Mingri, although there are no people there for many years.Don't you think it's deserted, so just send people to Rio.

No.30 eight times

The green lake is surrounded by green bamboos, and the small pavilion in the center of the lake is also built with green bamboos. It is full of greenery, light wind and water waves, and is full of fresh fragrance of plants and trees, which is pleasant and refreshing.

Ouyang is in a good mood tomorrow, if it is Xia Tian, ​​he will definitely shake the folding fan again, the people in front of him did not lose his good spirits at all.

"Come, Mr. Shangguan, here is the newly made chrysanthemum wine, drink two glasses." Ouyang invited Shangguan Yan to sit down tomorrow, and filled two glasses with his own hands.

He did as he pleases, and the conditions he set himself back then were thrown away smoothly. Shangguan Yan was also surprised, and looked at Ouyang Mingri strangely. She even wanted to know why Ouyang Mingri didn't ask her to break the contract.This cold-faced, upright and warm-hearted personality is too similar to Murong Ziying.

Shangguan Yan sat down and apologized: "Young Master Ouyang, I really shouldn't have come to you."

"It's really not you who should come." Ouyang Mingri said, "You didn't write that letter."

Before the words were finished, the water surface was rippling with waves, the golden thread pierced through the bamboo and swept through the air, the sound of jade and broken gold vibrating was resounding, and the blade was tightly entangled under the clatter.There was a circle around the golden thread with the fingertips, Ouyang Mingri snorted coldly, retracted his fingers and flicked, the attacker behind turned over and stood in the pavilion.

Without looking up, Ouyang Mingri slowly put away the Tianji golden thread, and the piercing bamboo was ground to make a harsh and dull sound.The young man with the knife in front of him glared at him, but he couldn't speak to Ouyang Mingri. After opening his mouth for a long time, he turned to Shangguanyan and said a few words of concern.

Shangguan Yan looked anxiously at Ouyang Mingri, seeing that he was not angry, he stood up and apologized, then introduced each other, and then said to Sima Changfeng: "He is Mr. Wushuang, your savior."

Sima Changfeng didn't thank him at this time, let alone thanked him, he was speechless for a while.

Ouyang Tomorrow didn't think there was anything to worry about, so he leaned over to pick up a glass of wine, and said with a casual smile: "The letter was written by you, the handwriting is very good, although it is a bit arrogant, but I don't think there is any malice, why did you suddenly decide Want to kill me?"

"You are the prince and grand tutor. I didn't intend to kill you to cause trouble. Yan'er went to the appointment for me. I was just afraid that you would hurt her because of Ouyang Feiying." Sima Changfeng clasped his fists and said, "I'm being rude."

Ouyang Mingri nodded and accepted, and said: "There are too many previous words. I came here to know the grievances between Ouyang's family and you two, which is the reason for your assassination. As for whether you say it or not, you are free to say it."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand to ask, and started to drink. The two of them looked at each other, and they didn't have much to say, so they told the matter in detail.

Their parents were also the losers when the Empress was abolished. The three brothers were loyal to Li Tang, and believed that if Empress Wu became powerful, there would be dangers to relatives.After Empress Wu became empress, she began to liquidate dissidents. Even veteran ministers such as Changsun Wuji and Chu Suiliang had no good results, not to mention the Shangguan family and Sima family. Prosperity.This is probably the case.But since they were all exterminated, it was a coincidence that the direct bloodlines of the two families were left behind.

The two were very sad and indignant. Seeing Ouyang Mingri's expression was indifferent, and even more breathless, Sima Changfeng couldn't breathe steadily. He pointed at Ouyang Mingri and said, "Although you are the grand tutor, you are also a member of Empress Wu, otherwise you wouldn't Betroth Shangguan Wan'er to you. The crown prince obeys you, but you do!"

Shangguan Yan bumped into him, but did not continue, Ouyang Mingri raised his eyebrows, twisted his crown with his fingers, and said leisurely: "Partisan disputes in the court and China are common, and I, Ouyang Mingri, have a clear conscience. I only serve as assistants and teachers. As for who the crown prince will act for, I will not decide for him. Young hero Sima, please be careful."

Ouyang pressed the wine glass heavily on the table tomorrow, "The second purpose of my coming is to tell... Mr. Shangguan." He glanced past Sima Changfeng, smiled at Shangguan Yan, and said softly, "I won't stop Master Shangguan will take revenge, but he must not hurt my mother."

Shangguan Yan said: "My lord, don't worry, we will never hurt innocent people."

Sima Changfeng nodded in agreement, and then said: "Although that is the case, there is no guarantee that nothing will happen."

"I'm not negotiating conditions with you." Ouyang Mingri listened to so much nonsense, he was too lazy to waste time, and said, you are just people from the rivers and lakes now, if you let me see any unwanted results, I will let you see arrive.I can't go back empty-handed this time, Mr. Shangguan, please find some evidence for me. "

Sima Changfeng was furious and wanted to speak again, Shangguan Yan hurriedly stopped him, and said respectfully: "I understand, Changfeng was rude, I hope you will forgive me and leave."

Before Ouyang could reply tomorrow, Shangguanyan dragged the person and flew away, as if something unimaginable would happen if he stayed for a while longer.

By mid-November, all the old records had been repaired, and there was no snow in the south of the Yangtze River. Although it was extremely wet and cold, the vegetation was still green.

Ge Zhiqinxi, applied to Zhonggu, Weiye is luxuriant.The yellow birds are flying, gathering in the bushes, and singing loudly.

"... If it's harmful, I'll return to my parents." Ouyang Mingri murmured, sighed silently, and stared at the sky outside the window in a daze.

For countless years in the human world, how could he not miss his parents? How long has he not seen his mother in the heavenly world? Even he himself can't count.

Yi Shui went to arrange Zhang Qingzhu's retreat, prepare a shelter, and everything will be taken care of.The score has also been edited, and the evidence Shangguan Yan found has been obtained. The relationship between this life and Ouyang's family is only a few days.

No matter how many people are watching around, Ouyang Tomorrow is just editing the score. In just over a month, he should leave after finishing what he has to do.

On the day he returned to Beijing, the only one who really wanted to see him off was