Shaoqing, Li Guer glanced at the woods beside him and got up and left.

"Someone is looking for you, don't forget Sister Xie's side, otherwise she will clamor for me to stop sleeping."

After Li Guer left, a girl in palace clothes slowly walked into the forest.

She came to the bonfire and sat down directly opposite Ouyang Rong.

Ouyang Rong coughed and asked:

"Why are you here?"

Rong Zhen asked back: "I am taking a walk. What are you talking about with her in the middle of the night? A couple of lonely man and widow."

"Is it insomnia to walk? No wonder your tent didn't turn off."

Rong Zhen looked at him sideways: "Do you know I am not sleeping?"

"Um."

"You didn't sleep either."

"right."

"Then why don't you come to me? Isn't you asking me to sleep? I'm saying, "I'm saying, don't you say anything to me?"

Ouyang Rong thought for a while, "Yes."

Rong Zhen immediately said, "You said."

Ouyang Rong tentatively said:

"Good night?"

“…”

Rong Zhen's face became cold and he didn't want to pay attention to him anymore.

Ouyang Rong immediately looked serious:

"I will never forget the Lantern Festival with you, but now there is still half a year before Lantern Festival."

"Um."

After Rong Zhen responded, he silently took out a long piano.

Ouyang Rong looked familiar, as if it was left by the old musician.

She was kept with her a piano and Ouyang Rong a pipa.

Rong Zhen whispered:

"It's too late to be too late, I can't be angry with you. I'm playing the sword technique."

Before Ouyang Rong could react, a piano sounded.

Ouyang Rong calmed down.

Rong Zhen plays the piano seriously.

The fire fell on her little face, her little nose was quite a coincidental, and her side face was a bit delicate and beautiful.

Ouyang Rong sat upright, and his attention seemed to be all on the piano music.

But her eyes fell on her face, which was playing the piano seriously.

The melodious voice spread to the camp, and a hint of sobbing.

Just a song.

Rong Zhen asked softly: "How?"

She found that Ouyang Rong was staring at her face.

"Why are you staring at me? Did Koto listen?"

"I heard it."

"How about it?"

"It's okay, you do it again, I'll think about it."

"Okay, you listen carefully."

Rong Zhen never got tired of it and played it again.

The sound of the piano spread around again, and there were two lonely figures along the bonfire.

After the song again.

Rong Zhen put down the piano and looked forward to asking: "How?"

The fire was facing away, and Rong Zhen couldn't see his expression clearly.

I saw the young man in Confucian clothes nodded:

"I'm almost feeling it, can I come back?"

Rong Zhen frowned slightly: "Is it because I forgot the details and the bullet was wrong?"

After saying that, prepare to play again.

Ouyang Rong waved his hand: "Wait, maybe it's the wrong position."

"What's the meaning?"

Ouyang Rong signaled Rong Zhen to stand up, and he also stood up, getting closer, and at the same time reached out and gave her a good point of fingering.

The fingering method was wrong, Rong Zhen's face turned slightly red, but he was serious and lowered his head and studied coldly.

Ouyang Rong's guidance is reasonable and well-founded. Although Rong Zhen mastered the piano music, the fingering method is indeed a problem.

She listened very seriously.

Before he knew it, Ouyang Rong's arm wrapped around Rong Zhen's petite body.

The moment the girl in the palace clothes reacted, she was already in his arms.

"you……"

Ouyang Rong suddenly hugged her and sat down. Rong Zhen sat in his arms.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

At this moment, Rong Zhen was sitting with his back to Ouyang Rong, and his graceful curves were completely in line with his arms.

Ouyang Rong felt her popularity.

Rong Zhen also felt his nice breathing sound, and his ears were itchy and hot.

"Ouyang Lianghan, you, if you don't study the piano well, what do you think? You can relax, let go."

Ouyang Rong shook his head calmly: "Shh, keep talking."

Rong Zhen was so embarrassed that she wanted to break free, but she couldn't move. His hands bent and handcuffed her waist, his arms remained motionless, and his attitude was firm.

She felt hot and someone was blowing the air beside her ears, itchy and hot.

"Just just popped it like this, but I didn't understand the sword technique just now. I'll listen closer."

Ouyang Rong whispered in her ear.

Rong Zhen's reaction became weak for a while.

She lowered her head and asked softly:

"Did you learn it, stupid guy."

Ouyang Rong shook his head, his tone was not depressed, and said truthfully:

"No, for some reason, I actually know the piano music, but I haven't understood the sword technique yet after listening to it. Maybe I haven't realized the true meaning of the sword technique [Emperor Wen]."

Rong Zhen was a little worried and said:

"What should I do? By the way, this piano music is not the original sword technique, but has been improved by the old musician. I really need to understand the true meaning. I was the same at the beginning, but I didn't learn it several times. The old musician said that I was attached to the appearance. People who were attached to the appearance could not see the true meaning of [Emperor Wen] from his piano music. Later... Later, I said that I had broken the appearance and realized the true meaning. Lianghan, do you also want to break the appearance?"

"So that's the case, that's an explanation. Maybe it's going to take an opportunity."

Ouyang Rong smiled and looked calm.

"You are still smiling." Rong Zhen looked back and found that his face was not angry, and he was a little disappointed. He forgot to break free from this extremely shameful posture for a moment.

"Stop laughing, hurry up and think of a solution. Why are you so stupid? If you don't learn it, then you can go to Luoyang with me. You are not allowed to go to find the embroiderer. Without the sword technique, you don't have enough cultivation, and it will be a risk if you pass."

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "It's okay, you can continue playing first."

Rong Zhen asked curiously: "Do you have any feelings?"

Ouyang Rong said honestly:

"No... I didn't understand the sword intent, but other feelings were there. For me, the important thing was not to understand the true meaning." He looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and then looked at the beauty in his arms: "At least the most important thing at this moment is not this."

Rong Zhen was quiet for a while, and a trembling voice came: "Then, what is that?"

"What matters is that you played."
To be continued...