"An article describing a land full of peach blossoms... an article?

"It was later said that this scroll was left by Tao Gong.

"Isn't that the story of Peach Blossom Spring? It happens to be a scroll too."

Ouyang Rong pondered for a while and then began to think about it:

"The sword holder of [Han Shi], Tao Yuanming, resigned from office and returned to his countryside. Before leaving, he not only left behind the sword formula "Returning to Come Back", but also left behind [Han Shi], but in the form of a scroll from "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring"

Accommodate [Hanshi]?

"The [Hanshi] in the form of a scroll has always been in the hands of Liu's royal family in the Southern Dynasty. It assisted the Northern Expedition during the Yuanjia Northern Expedition. There is a detail about this. According to Miao Si who has witnessed it, the sword energy of [Hanshi] is like the sky.

Cyan Changhong...

"Yuanjia's Northern Expedition failed. The scroll-shaped [Hanshi] apparently fell into the Northern Wei Dynasty's iron horsemen and was beaten back to the north. It was probably dedicated to Emperor Taiwu of the Northern Wei Dynasty. What happened after that is unknown.

"According to the historical data found by Her Royal Highness the Little Princess, it seems that Emperor Taiwu of the Northern Wei Dynasty did not take any big measures in the future, at least it does not seem to involve [Hanshi]... The most famous thing is that Emperor Taiwu of the Northern Wei Dynasty, after a

Under the advice of scholars from the Cui family of Qinghe, a large-scale operation was carried out in the Northern Wei Dynasty to destroy Buddhist temples and destroy them. In the end, only 320 Buddhist temples were left in the entire Northern Dynasty in a short period of time..."

Ouyang Rong thought for a while, shook his head slightly, and shifted his thoughts:

"And the current Jing Zhaoyuan clan is the Tuoba clan of the former Northern Wei royal family... The original copy of "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring" happens to be still there, and has been collected by the Jing Zhaoyuan clan to this day.

"Now it was taken directly by the half-prodigal Yuan Huaimin and fell into my hands..."

Ouyang Rong's face didn't show any joy, but instead looked a little solemn.

"Is this authentic copy of "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring" the same scroll that originally fell into the hands of Emperor Taiwu of the Northern Wei Dynasty? Or is it a forgery imitated by later generations and not the original work of Tao Yuanming at all?

"After all, it now seems that the authentic copy of Tao Yuanming's "Peach Blossom Spring" should be the scroll containing the poor scholar."

Ouyang Rong nodded slightly and shook his head again.

"But there are still two doubts.

"First of all, this "Peach Blossom Spring" has passed through too many hands, is it really missing for me?

"For example, Rong Zhen and Deputy Supervisor Song took a look at it first. Why didn't they notice it? Could it be that the real one had been slipped by them?

"The second suspicion point is that the reason why Rong Zhen and I suspected that this authentic copy of "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring" was fishy was because Li Zhengyan, Wei Shaoqi and his party went to Yuan Huaimin to ask for the copy of "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring" before they raised the flag to rebel.

original.

"Now that we know that [Han Shi] may be in the form of a scroll and fell into the hands of the former Northern Wei royal family, looking back, they must have known this a long time ago, so they approached Yuan Huaimin early.

"Wait, something's wrong. What they want from Yuan Huaimin is the original text of "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring", not this authentic scroll. Why is this? Is the information wrong, or do they already know that this authentic scroll is not authentic?

"

Ouyang Rong murmured while carefully looking at the silk scroll in his hand. From time to time, he would press the shaft of the scroll with his fingernails to test the hardness of the material.

However, no matter how he tested it, this silk scroll gave him a sense of ordinary quality, which was far less accurate than when he violently tested the Night Pearl in the Pure Land Palace.

Is this the indestructible cauldron sword [Han Shi]?

Just when Ouyang Rong was considering whether to grill him over a fire and test the strength of his great friendship with Brother Huaimin.

An idea flashed in his mind and he stood up suddenly.

"By the way, I remember Yuan Huaimin mentioned that when Li Zhengyan and others came to him, they showed him a picture of the Peach Blossom Spring. Is the carrier of this picture also a scroll?"

Ouyang Rong put down the silk scroll, put his hands behind his back, and wandered around the study room, his face becoming suspicious:

"The Picture of Peach Blossom Spring and The Story of Peach Blossom Spring, are there any connections between the two calligraphy works?"

"But Miao Si clearly mentioned that the [Hanshi] form she saw in the Southern Song Army during Yuanjia's Northern Expedition was an article scroll that recorded a land full of peach blossoms. Since it was an article, it should be an article "

"Peach Blossom Spring" is right, it is very clear, it is not a picture of Peach Blossom Spring.

"Furthermore, Yuan Huaimin also said that the Peach Blossom Spring picture in Li Zhengyan's hand was painted by a Taoist priest named Wu whom he knew. It is obviously a modern person and thing...

"If this is not the original copy of "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring", then where did [Han Shi] go?"

Ouyang Rong stopped in front of the desk, and his eyes slowly moved down, landing on an ancient silk book stamped with the seals of many ancient celebrities.

His thoughts were temporarily stuck in a dead end.

"Could it be that [Han Shi] can still be ever-changing?

"Could it be that Emperor Taiwu of the Northern Wei Dynasty got the [Hanshi] in the form of a scroll and recast it, so this authentic copy of "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring" is no longer the original?

“But I’ve never heard of a saying that the [Tripod Sword] can be remade.

"According to what Miaosi said, [Hanshi]'s original form was a standard sword type, and its only feature was that it had no handle.

"However, when Tao Yuanming handed it over to the Liu and Song royal families of the Southern Dynasty before he retired, it was in the form of a scroll with "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring" written on it...

"What exactly happened in this change?"

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

After a while, his eyes slowly fell on the wardrobe in the back room, with a slight hesitation on his face.

Do you want to call Miaoxi and let him take a look at this "Peach Blossom Spring" scroll?

"After this little guy got the pastries during the day, he asked no questions. I don't know if he was pretending to be stupid or hiding his thoughts."

He shook his head and temporarily put away the silk scroll on the table that recorded "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring".

But this time, it was placed in the Mohist sword box, together with the [Craftsman] and the Night Pearl.

Ouyang Rong glanced at the night and turned back to the bedroom.

Early the next morning.

Under the supervision of his aunt Zhen Shuyuan, Ouyang Rong had no choice but to finish a large bowl of health-preserving chicken soup, put on his official uniform, and went out quickly.

At the back door, Ali was feeding Dongmei fodder, and Ouyang Rong quickly climbed onto the carriage.

"Let's go to Chengtian Temple first."

"Master, why is it so early today? This fodder..."

"It's okay. Yuan Huaimin has fodder over there. I'll go over and let him feed it later."

"Yes, sir."

The carriage went out and rushed towards Chengtian Temple in Xingzifang at high speed.

But as soon as they drove out of the alley, they were blocked by a horse-drawn carriage with purple curtains.

Ouyang Rong frowned and opened the car curtain.

He saw a little maid with a steamy face walking down from the carriage with purple curtains, waving vigorously in his direction.

"Wait for me where you are."

"Yes, sir."

Ouyang Rong entered the carriage with purple curtains, sat down cross-legged opposite the little girl with plum blossom makeup who lowered her head to pour tea and covered her face with purple gauze.

"Your Highness, what's the urgent matter here?" His expression was calm.

Li Guo'er didn't answer and looked around, as if to observe the confidentiality of the conversation around him.

Ouyang Rong also looked around, but what he was worried about, obviously to avoid suspicion, was that a man and a woman were alone in the same car.

His tone was a bit urging: "What's the matter? Didn't you talk about it in the bookstore yesterday afternoon? You came here so early in the morning..."

Li Guoer interrupted:

"Is the scroll that is suspected of being [Han Shi] confiscated by the Northern Wei royal family the same as the original "The Peach Blossom Spring" that you showed this princess last time? Well, it was obtained from Shi Yuan Huaimin, the governor of this province?"

Ouyang Rong said nothing and glanced at Li Guo'er twice, who continued to say in a solemn voice:

"It also seems to be a silk scroll. Is it the same one? It just so happens that Yuan Huaimin is also a descendant of the Tuoba royal family of the Northern Wei Dynasty. It is very likely that it is it..."

Ouyang Rong sat upright:

"Thank you for the reminder, Your Highness Princess. I will verify it when I go back next time."

Li Guoer's red lips paused, and her clear eyes fell on Ouyang Rong's face, seeming to look around.

After finding that he was calm and composed, Li Bao'er nodded gently, continued to lower his eyes, and started pouring tea gracefully.

"Okay, as long as you know this," she said in a nonchalant tone.

Ouyang Rong glanced outside the carriage at the streets that were getting busier in the morning, and asked again:

"Is there anything else, Your Highness the Princess? You're not just here to remind me, right?"

"Who came here specifically?"

Li Guo'er's pretty face tightened and she said in a cold tone:

"I just happened to be here to go shopping. There was a poetry meeting at Xunyang Tower in the morning... I thought of this and stopped by. You wouldn't think..."

Ouyang Rong waved his hand to interrupt, looking a little in a hurry:

"That's not what I meant. Your Highness the Princess misunderstood. I said that if there is nothing else, I will leave first. I have something to do in the morning."

"Oh, so does this princess."
To be continued...