Li Guo'er responded lightly, but did not leave immediately. She suddenly spoke:

"Tao Yuanming is the legendary swordsman of [Hanshi], so what he left behind is not simple. Is it possible that the same is true for the "Returning and Coming" that you gave to this princess as a birthday gift? Is it possible?

...Is it a sword technique?"

Ouyang Rong was silent and said without comment:

"Regardless of whether it is true or not, Your Highness the Princess must not spread the word... Is there anything else?"

"Don't worry, this princess has a tighter mouth than you."

Li Bao'er snorted coldly, stared at his expression for a while, then lowered his head and poured the tea, but did not pour it for Ouyang Rong.

She said in a calm tone: "It's okay, but don't come here every day and send some limericks to me in vain. It's better not to send them at all.

"If you think about it carefully, Ouyang Lianghan, you are quite thoughtful. Some of the gifts you gave me as a princess...except for the hairpin, whether it is the original manuscript of "Returning to the Peach Blossom Spring" or the later "Peach Blossom Spring", they are very

Precious thing, I have misunderstood you before, I thought you were more partial to my brother, just like you have some prejudice against me..."

Ouyang Rong looked a little strange as he listened.

In fact, I really want to say that when he gave those things, he had no idea it would be so important, otherwise he wouldn't have given them.

For example, Ye Mingzhu is currently making him hesitant...

Li Guo'er suddenly spoke, interrupting Ouyang Rong's distraction.

"Ouyang Lianghan, actually speaking of it, you gave me something as a gift in Dragon City before, or rather, it wasn't a thing, it was a word, which may be very important now..."

"What word?" Ouyang Rong asked subconsciously.

Li Guo'er turned her gaze away, and waved her hands with a dull look on her small face under the purple yarn:

"It seems that my mind is not here. We won't talk anymore. You can go. I am also very busy. There are many people waiting for me. Let's go."

Ouyang Rong was confused as the little princess with plum blossom makeup talked about things here and there, but he was in a hurry so he didn't stay any longer and hurriedly got out of the car and left.

Li Guo'er looked at the slender back of the handsome young man walking away, and pursed his pink lips.

This guy really looks like he doesn't care.

Anyway, his attitude towards her brother was completely different from his attitude towards her.

Li Guo'er was used to it and laughed at herself: "The things you can give are all things that this princess likes very much..."

At this point, she paused and silently took out a piece of yellowish rice paper from her arms.

Li Guo'er opened the rice paper that had been preserved from his time in the Su Mansion in Longcheng County. There was an ink character on it, which was Ouyang Rong's former handwriting.

"The sun and the moon are in the sky, it's for Zhao, what a good word... Zhao... it was also given by you that day, by the way, isn't it also very important..."

"Miss, miss."

When Li Guo'er lowered his eyes and was lost in thought, the call of the little maid with a bun face came from outside the carriage:

"Master Ouyang has left. Where are we going now? I woke up so early in the morning. I feel so sleepy. Didn't I say yesterday that I had nothing to do today?"

Li Bao'er quickly put away the rice paper and stuffed it into her arms.

"Go home and catch up on some sleep." She said angrily.

"Okay."

Cai Shou was very happy.

…

"Brother Lianghan, I want to criticize you strictly."

"What's the criticism?"

"Dongmei will starve and lose weight while you are here! You really don't know how to cherish her, eh."

"turn down."

"?"

Chengtian Temple, in the courtyard of Yuan Huaimin.

Ouyang Rong crossed his arms and watched Yuan Huaimin feed Dongmei with great energy.

When Ouyang Rong came with Ali, Yuan Huaimin and Li Yu had just woken up and squatted on the steps to wash themselves with wickers.

At the moment, Li Yu and Ali went to the breakfast courtyard to get food, leaving the two of them feeding the horses in the courtyard.

"Ask a question." Ouyang Rong crossed his chest and leaned against the stone table.

"Lianghan, why are you so polite?"

"It's still about Li Zhengyan, Huaimin, when they found you in Jiangzhou, did they show you a copy of "Peach Blossom Spring"?"

"Well, that's right."

"You must be sure that this picture of the Peach Blossom Spring was painted by the Taoist priest named Wu you know."

"Of course, I know Mr. Wu's paintings turned into ashes."

Ouyang Rong chuckled and asked:

"How do you know him?"

"Mr. Wu was copying Buddhist paintings in an old temple in Chang'an. I was lying drunk in the ancient temple. When I woke up early in the morning, we happened to bump into each other and we had a great conversation. At that time, I saw that his painting skills were superb and I admired him a little. Mr. Wu also

He invited me to eat Hu spicy soup, and after we went back and forth, we got to know each other. We were both teachers and friends, and we learned painting from him.

"Mr. Wu seems to be very interested in the Buddhist painting techniques of the Northern and Southern Dynasties left in the Buddhist temples in Chang'an and Luoyang. He loves to trace and is able to calm down, which is really the style of everyone... No wonder he was invited to the palace later."

Ouyang Rong suddenly asked: "Has the original manuscript of "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring" in your family been preserved to this day without any changes? What I mean is that the silk scroll of the original manuscript has not been disassembled and repaired halfway."

"Hmm..." Yuan Huaimin, who was squatting down to feed fodder, was about to nod when he paused.

"Not really." He turned around and said.

"What's the meaning?"

"I once invited Mr. Wu to my house to view the treasures of our family. He especially loved the two bronze shafts of this authentic scroll. It was not an original silk book anyway. Seeing that he liked it, I gave it to him directly."

"Bronze shaft?"

"Yes, it turns out that the two axes of the authentic scroll at home are made of bronze. Well, after being stored for a long time, there are still green copper embroideries on them. I have wanted to replace them for a long time. It is also heavy to hold, so it is just a gift.

Man, now it’s a new one, that’s what Liang Han sees now, isn’t it much more pleasing to the eye?”

Ouyang Rong took a deep breath.

"That's it, I understand."

Yuan Huaimin turned back curiously: "Brother Lianghan understands something."

"Nothing." He waved his hand, walked over and sat down, supported his chin with both hands, and looked at the ground in front of him with his eyes flickering.

"The reason why I am sure that the "Peach Blossom Spring" must have been painted by Mr. Wu is because I saw that the shafts of the "Peach Blossom Spring" they brought were two bronze shafts... It seems that Mr. Wu is very

I love this thing and this painting.”

Ouyang Rong turned his head, glanced at Yuan Huaimin who looked pleased, and nodded without comment.

Sure enough, this authentic copy of "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring" was not left intact at the time. Some interested people had taken possession of it along the way, and even took away the weird bronze shaft.

Wait, the patina on the bronze shaft is green, and [Han Shi] has Changhong Sword Qi that is more cyan... Are there any connection between the two?

Could it be said that [Hanshi] is made of bronze?

The two shafts are another form of [Hanshi]?

All kinds of uncertain speculations flashed through his mind, and Ouyang Rong rubbed his face.

At this time, Yuan Huaimin turned around with a strange expression on his face:

"It's weird, why do you all ask the same question?"

"Who else asked?" Ouyang Rong immediately woke up.

"History of Rong Nu also asked about it," Yuan Huaimin said, scratching his head.

Ouyang Rong's expression changed slightly.

After a while, Yuan Huaimin asked with some guilt:

"Um, why didn't Lianghan say anything? Did I say something wrong?"

"fine."

Ouyang Rong, who was bowing his head slightly, waved his hand.

After a while, he raised his head again and asked seriously:

"Then when she asked you that question, you answered exactly the same thing?"

"That's for sure. I can't let Lady Shi think I'm dishonest and suspect me of colluding with rebels. I have to prove my innocence."

After speaking, Yuan Huaimin sighed and lamented that it was not easy to be an official.

Ouyang Rong whispered: "What was Rong Nvshi's reaction after hearing this?"
To be continued...