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Chapter 360 The piano is not a piano, and the painting is not a painting

He didn't seem surprised, he just took off his felt hat, covered his chest, and turned around.

"What does Mr. Li want from you?"

Yuan Huaimin discovered that Ouyang Rong did not ask him why he did not say anything before, but showed a serious attitude of listening attentively.

"Brother Lianghan, aren't you annoyed that I concealed it before?" he asked curiously.

"Annoyed." Ouyang Rong nodded, his expression unchanged:

"Of course I'm annoyed. I want to bring Dongmei in now and kick your ass hard. Are you satisfied, brother Huaimin?"

Yuan Huaimin shrank his head and said, "Dongmei is kind in nature, and Brother Lianghan must not lead her into harm's way."

Ouyang Rong twitched the corner of his mouth, said nothing, and looked at Yuan Huaimin silently.

When the latter saw this, he stopped smiling, his expression became serious, and he replied:

"I was not really familiar with Li Gong and Wang Junzhi before. I was only on good terms with a certain brother of Du Shuqing's clan. When we were young, we had a wild horse ride together. After Li Zhengyan and others arrived in Jiangzhou, it was Du Shuqing who took the initiative to come to me to reminisce.

"Until one night, when I was undressing and about to go to sleep, Du Shuqing suddenly brought someone to my door, saying that he wanted to introduce a friend to me. He had admired my talent for a long time.

"This person is none other than Li Zhengyan and Li Gong.

"Brother Lianghan knows my temperament. I only like pipa poetry and painting, and don't talk about state affairs. It's better to keep a respectful distance from such a relegated celebrity. In the spirit of doing more than doing less, I wanted to refuse to thank the guest, but I didn't expect that he actually took out a Things come."

"What?"

"Painting." Yuan Huaimin recalled with eyes wide open: "A familiar painting, a painting from an old man."

"Whose painting?"

"Brother Lianghan, do you still remember the picture of a lady with hairpins that I painted on the oil-paper umbrella for you?"

"remember."

Ouyang Rong nodded slightly, his memory was very good:
"You later said that this painting technique was taught to you by an eccentric mural painter whom you met when you were young, in Chang'an, when you were sober after breaking down a temple.

"Judging from the painting skills of this old Taoist priest, it is very likely that he was the short-lived painting sage named Wu when the Second Sage came to court."

When Yuan Huaimin heard this, he sighed.

No more talking.

Ouyang Rong reacted, frowned slightly, and asked:
"So the picture scroll Li Zhengyan took is a picture of a lady with hairpins painted by the old Taoist priest himself? Or is it some kind of Buddhist painting?"

"neither."

Yuan Huaimin shook his head and sighed:

"It's a picture of a peach blossom garden.

"Brother Lianghan, I have only seen Mr. Wu paint Buddhist statues before, and I have accompanied him to travel to thousands of temples in Chang'an and Luoyang. I thought Mr. Wu was only interested in Buddhist and Taoist paintings, but I never expected that he would actually paint one. The picture of Peach Blossom Spring comes out.

"And this painting, for some unknown reason, is in the hands of Li Zhengyan."

"Picture of Peach Blossom Spring?"

Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows, thought for a while, and asked curiously: "What happened later, why did he bring the painting to look for you?"

Yuan Huaimin shook his head, his expression equally confused:

"He had some strange questions. He asked me about the poems and travel notes of a famous figure in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and asked me if I knew these isolated articles."

Ouyang Rong was immediately alert and asked calmly: "Which famous person from the Eastern Jin Dynasty?"

"Speaking of which, Brother Lianghan should know him."

Yuan Huaimin confessed directly:
"Tao Qian, courtesy name Yuanming."

"Oh."

Ouyang Rong smiled softly: "This is quite familiar."

He seemed to ask casually:

"But there are no scribes in Jiangzhou who are not familiar with him. I just didn't expect that Mr. Li also liked Tao Yuanming's articles, but I was surprised. Well, what poems and poems did he ask you about?"

Yuan Huaimin also did not hide:
"A poem called "Return to Lai Xi Ci" and a travelogue called "Peach Blossom Spring".

He recalled it, nodded and said:

"The main reason is that Tao Yuanming was a hermit hundreds of years ago. He later retired to seclusion. Most of his literary works were lost and not much remains in the world.

"Even if there are, they are treasured by wealthy families and Wenhua families in the north and south. I don't know why Mr. Li is suddenly interested in these two lonely works."

Not noticing the slight change in the expression of the young man in the felt hat in front of him, Yuan Huaimin continued to mutter to himself in frustration:
"At that time, I thought that Li Gong wanted to become a hermit, so he was interested in the articles of a well-known hermit like Tao Qian."

Ouyang Rong nodded: "What about now, do you still think so."

Yuan Huaimin smiled bitterly, sighed, and looked south out the window in the direction of Guizhou:
“Of course I’m getting more confused.

"This is also the reason why I confessed to Lianghan today. There is something strange in it. I am a little afraid. After thinking about it for a long time, it is better to report it to Lianghan."

Ouyang Rong looked at him, nodded slightly, and first asked:

"But there is one thing I don't understand. Tao Yuanming is a famous person in Xunyang. There are so many famous people in Xunyang who know him. Why did Mr. Li come to Brother Huaimin alone, or secretly visit him late at night?"

Yuan Huaimin scratched his head:
"Someone must have said something to him, so he came here specially, and there is indeed nothing wrong with him.

"I did know one of the two solitary poems. I told them without thinking too much at the time."

Ouyang Rong immediately asked: "Which one?"

"It's the travelogue called Peach Blossom Spring."

Yuan Huaimin raised his chin slightly and said with a little pride:

"Although our Yuan family has declined, our ancestors have lived a long and prosperous life after all. From the Northern Wei Dynasty to the Qian and Zhou Dynasties, for three to four hundred years, we have many unique literary works in our family. Tao Yuanming's articles are also included. The Story of Peach Blossom Spring is one of them. I remember, there were also It is my grandfather's favorite and is included in the high pavilion.

"It is a treasure of my Yuan clan. No more outsiders have ever viewed it than one hand."

While he was boasting, Yan Liulang, who was standing at the door with his piano case in his arms, lowered his head and looked at the piano case.

Just now, the box seemed to tremble slightly, like a dragonfly flapping its wings.
This movement is fleeting.

The piano case was motionless at the moment, and Yan Liulang, who was guarding the door, continued to stare intently.

Inside the room, Ouyang Rong relaxed his shoulders, and his originally tight body relaxed a little:

"I see. As expected of the Tuoba clan of the former Northern Wei Dynasty, he has a rich family background."

he praised.

Yuan Huaimin said sheepishly: "Brother Lianghan is too praised."

However, the next moment, he saw Ouyang Rong with a calm expression on his face and said:
"Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Spring, um, is it... the one about the story of the Wuling people in Taiyuan of Jin Dynasty who made a living by fishing and traveled along streams...?"

Yuan Huaimin was stunned for a moment.

The atmosphere in the room was silent.

This descendant of the Yuan family was stunned:

"How does Brother Lianghan know this? This is a lonely story. Who has heard of this, Brother Lianghan?"

Who did you hear?
Oh, the first volume of the People's Education Press edition for eighth grade.

Could it be that I have to tell you this matter like Gui Gu Lai Xi? Ouyang Rong thought to himself.

His face remained normal, and he shook his head:

"Brother Huaimin should know that I served as the county magistrate in Longcheng. This was the last place Tao Yuanming served as an official. I have many ancient books left behind, which I obtained by chance."

Yuan Huaimin looked suspicious: "Seriously?"

"if not?"

Ouyang Rong nodded and asked a few questions:

"It's not like you accidentally told Mr. Li, and then Mr. Li accidentally told me, right?"

Yuan Huaimin wanted to speak but stopped.

Ouyang Rong suddenly asked:
"Is the Mr. Wu mentioned by Brother Huaimin born in Zhongnan Mountain?"

"Yes, he is from Zhongnan Mountain. The last time I saw him, Mr. Wu said he wanted to go back to the mountains..."

The room fell silent.The two seemed to be thinking.

After a long time, Ouyang Rong took the lead in breaking the silence:
"Then Wang Junzhi is wanted today, but he doesn't run away and comes to you as soon as possible. What does he want?"

Yuan Huaimin was silent for a moment and replied:
"I was introduced to the Juhua Poetry Club before, and I got to know Her Royal Highness the Little Princess. We had some friendship. Recently, he asked me about Tao Yuanming's other solitary poems, especially the poem about returning home..."

"How did you answer?"

"I don't know, how else can I answer?"

Yuan Huaimin said distressedly.

Ouyang Rong stood up again, walked to the door, and asked calmly before going out:
"I have one last question, how did Brother Huaimin guess that after he left your place, he would go to Prince Xunyang's Mansion."

Yuan Huaimin hesitated and said:

"As a matter of friendship, I advised him to run away and beware of being arrested by the court, but he drank tea as leisurely as if he were strolling in the garden, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and told me that today was a good day, so there was no reason to run away."

The tone is quite helpless:

"He said he wanted to do something important. He came to Xunyang City and was waiting for today...

"He also promised me that soon, as the Sima of Jiangzhou, I will have real power. From now on, the Yuan clan will no longer be a small clan in Jingzhao, and my name, Yuan Huaimin, will definitely be included in the family tree. Forefront.”

"So Brother Huaimin is moved?"

"No, actually... I don't care about this. From the beginning to the end, it's just because of friendship, I help you as much as you can."

"I understand."

Ouyang Rong nodded, put on his felt hat again, turned around and walked out of the main room.

Yanrokuro, who was waiting outside the door, followed him.

Just before the two were about to walk out of the courtyard, a shout suddenly came from behind:
"Brother Lianghan."

"Huh?" Ouyang Rong paused slightly.

"I am ignorant and slow to care about national affairs... Will what Mr. Li and Brother Du do in Guizhou this time affect many, many people more seriously than Cai Qin in Hongzhou?"

Ouyang Rong nodded: "Some people will die."

"Are we in Jiangzhou also bearing the brunt?"

"Ah."

Yuan Huaimin was silent for a while and said seriously:

"I'm worried that I might have done something bad unintentionally...

"Can Lianghan report what I told you today to the court? But can you not mention my name and find an excuse? Mainly report the weird paintings and travel notes."

Ouyang Rong asked with a smile: "Brother Huaimin is so timid?"

Yuan Huaimin sighed: "Brother Lianghan still understands me."

"also."

Ouyang Rong turned around, took a deep look at Yuan Huaimin, and suddenly said:
"Brother Huaimin's name was chosen correctly. It was quite good to get it. He lives up to his name. Speaking of which, it's quite suitable for inclusion in the family tree."

Yuan Huaimin had a bitter look on his face and waved his hand:

"Brother Lianghan, please spare me. Don't make fun of me."

After a pause, he pointed to the piano case in Yan Liulang's hand:
"I'm in a mood suddenly. Can you stay here and let me play?"

Ouyang Rong said without turning his head:
"Next time, this piano will be useful to me today."

After leaving Yuan Huaimin's yard, Ouyang Rong suppressed his smile, remained silent all the way, and boarded the carriage.

"Mingfu, where are we going now?"

Yan Liulang asked, holding the piano case.

"Prince Xunyang's Mansion."

Ouyang Rong sat in the carriage, closed his eyes and thought, and answered.

Yan Liulang was about to respond, but was stunned for a moment, glanced at the bright sun, and asked worriedly:

"Mingfu, let's go directly in broad daylight. It's not good, there are so many people and it's distracting."

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "It's like this now, it's okay, go ahead, it doesn't matter anymore."

"Okay." Yan Liulang nodded.

Ouyang Rong suddenly said:
"Wait, don't go together, I'll go by myself.

"Liu Lang, you go back to Huaiye Lane and wait. If Wei Lai has something to report, you have to come and tell me as soon as possible."

"The Ming government is saying that there are changes in General Qin's military government..."

Yan Liulang shut up and nodded vigorously:

"Yes, Mingfu."

The carriage continued on.

Yan Liulang left midway.

Only the coachman and someone in the carriage were left with their eyes closed.

Ouyang Rong said to himself:
"The Taoist priests of Mount Zhongnan... The most famous thing in Mount Zhongnan is the Louguan Taoist sect, a prominent sect in the world. Is there any origin?

"What is the relationship between this Taoist Wu and the Taoist priest from Zhongnan Mountain who Li Zhengyan mentioned casually when he left, who said that there is king energy in the southeast? Or is it just a coincidence...

"In addition, Wu Taoist appeared during the Second Saints' reign and entered the palace to paint. At that time, Gaozong was still there and Qiantong was still there, so he was regarded as a minister of the Qian Dynasty...

"Speaking of which, it seems that when he retired to seclusion and disappeared, it was at the time when Gaozong passed away, when the imperial guard deposed the emperor, and when he came to rule the dynasty."

He suddenly remembered what his junior sister had mentioned about the North and South Taoist sects, and concluded:
"It is said that Bei Lou Guan is related to the Southern San Qing Dynasty. The Lou Guan Taoist sect entrenched in Guanzhong is more prominent than the Southern San Qing Tao sect. It is good at stargazing and fortune-telling. At the end of the Sui Dynasty, he helped the Long Li family and became the state religion of Daqian.

"Since the change from Qian to Zhou, Taoism has been suppressed by Her Majesty the Queen, who worships Buddhism, and the Louguan Taoist sect should be the first to bear the brunt...

"So Li Zhengyan happened to be holding high the banner of Kuang Fu Li Gan. Could it be that he was secretly supported by the Louguan Taoist sect? Did they reveal that there is a kingly spirit in the southeast?"

After thinking this, Ouyang Rong took a deep breath:

"What is known so far is that the Peach Blossom Spring painting should have been given to Li Zhengyan by the long-lost Taoist Wu or his party.

"What's the use?
"Does it serve as a token of the meeting? But what is the connection between Kuang and Li Qian this time and the descendants of the Northern Wei royal family 300 years ago? Does Wang Qi refer to Yuan Huaimin?
"That's not right. The Royal Family of the Northern Wei Dynasty has been living for many years. In addition to Buddhists all over the world, they still remember the good things of the Tuoba family who worshiped Buddhism and built temples in the past. The people of the world and the five surnames and seven hopes have long forgotten about it. Orthodoxy is even Not as good as Wei Zhou.

"Why did Li Zhengyan come to him specifically and ask for the purpose of the original copy of Peach Blossom Spring that happened to be collected by Yuan Huaimin's family... I can understand why he asked for the poem about returning home. Please ask for Peach Blossom Spring...

"Both of them seem to be equally important? But the Sword Art shouldn't be repeated twice, right?

"If this is the case, Wang Junzhi has repeatedly asked what the original story of Peach Blossom Spring was from Yuan Huaimin's mouth."

After an analysis, Ouyang Rong's logic temporarily fell into a dead end.

At this time, he remembered that the day he left Prince Xunyang's Mansion with Li Zhengyan, who had been rejected. On the way, Li Zhengyan seemed to have casually mentioned Tao Yuanming and compared himself with it with a smile.

At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.

Ouyang Rong rubbed his face:
"Tao Yuanming, Tao Yuanming, it doesn't matter if you are another famous person in the past, but you are the legendary sword master who created the Hanshi Sword Technique.

"Right now, it seems that Li Zhengyan and the others are probably aware of this identity, and I wonder if they were prompted by an expert to look for him.

“The search for sword tactics must be related to the tripod sword.

"Could it be that it was the legendary lost mouth during the Southern and Northern Dynasties... Hanshi?"

Ouyang Rong murmured: "Peach Blossom Spring..."

After a long silence, he nodded:

"As for what Li Zhengyan identifies as the King of Jiangzhou, it's obvious from Wang Jun's words and deeds..."

Ouyang Rong opened the curtain, looked at Xiushui Fang in the distance, and suddenly said:
"Hurry up the car."

"Yes."

The horseman quickly raised his whip and the wheels rolled towards the Prince Xunyang's Mansion.

　Kavin, I'm sorry for being late... I probably won't be able to make it to 2 o'clock on time at night, woo woo hoo (or[-])

　　
　
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