"Actually..." Ouyang Rong hesitated slightly and reminded: "It's better not to understand him too deeply."

"Why is this?"

"It's okay." Ouyang Rong shook his head.

Yuan Huaimin suddenly realized: "I understand. Ouyang Changshi thinks that Prince Xunyang's family is in danger and will not be welcomed by His Majesty. Is it better for me to stay away while waiting for the junior officials?"

"Yeah." Ouyang Rong hummed lightly, without explaining, and ignored the topic.

After all, you can't say that after you get used to it, the little princess will one day hand you a bowl of water floating in the human small intestine to quench your thirst?

After little rest, Ouyang Rong continued on his journey with Yuan Huaimin, who wanted to be lazy.

The group continued to visit and explore, drawing and mapping.

However, the chat they just had while resting by the spring brought Ouyang Rong and Yuan Huaimin closer together. Yuan Huaimin started to open up the conversation, but Ouyang Rong closed it again.

Finally, towards evening, under Ouyang Rong's strict requirements, the talkative Yuan Huaimin finally completed the painting as required.

Ouyang Rong took a long breath, rolled up the sketch and put it in his sleeve.

He waved his hand and signaled the group to return to Xunyang City.

On the way back, in the carriage, Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and rested his mind. From time to time, he put his palms into his sleeves and touched the scroll.

Yuan Huaimin opened the curtains of his car and frequently looked at a tall building by the river in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ouyang Rong opened his eyes and said: "Let's send Yuan Sima back first. We just pass by Xingzifang. Where does Yuan Sima live?"

Yuan Huaimin coughed: "No need, I'm going to Chaisangfang as well. I'm on my way."

Ouyang Rong thought for a while and nodded: "Hanshe usually doesn't make late-night snacks at night."

"That's not the case. Why does Ouyang Changshi look at me like this?" Old Yuan Huaimin's face turned red, he was in a hurry, pointed out the window, and explained:

"There will be a pipa performance by Miss Qin in the Xunyang Tower these two nights. I must go and join in the fun."

Ouyang Rong asked casually: "Miss Qin?"

"Ouyang Changshi doesn't know?"

"I don't understand." Ouyang Rong shook his head honestly.

When Yuan Huaimin twisted his beard, he kept countless family treasures:

"Xunyang Tower is the largest Qin Tower and Chu Pavilion in Jiangzhou. Miss Qin's real name is Qin Siyu. She was once a lady, but her family fell into decline, so she was forced to play the piano in the palace. She is the top Qinghan person in Xunyang Tower

, both talented and talented, both moral and artistic!”

"Oh, courtesan."

"What kind of famous prostitute? Miss Qin is a Qinghuan, do Qinghuan understand?"

Ouyang Rong nodded: "Oh, a higher-end courtesan or courtesan?"

"What an oiran! Ouyang Changshi, don't talk nonsense." Yuan Huaimin corrected: "Qing courtiers only show off their skills but not their bodies."

Ouyang Rong swallowed his words and glanced at Yuan Huaimin's flushed face. He was a little doubtful that if he continued to speak, Yuanda Sima would attack him, even though he usually looked timid.

However, literati always have some strange stubbornness.

"I understand, Yuan Sima actually likes this tune."

Yuan Huaimin had a straight face:

"Who said that the relationship between men and women can only be based on lust? I am not very interested in women anymore and only appreciate the music of the piano.

"Miss Qin is a master of pipa music. Her music sounds like fairy music. All the listeners are full of praise for her, and celebrities in Xunyang are vying to make friends with her."

Ouyang Rong said with a smile: "Okay, and you said you are not a celebrity?"

Yuan Huaimin was stunned, probably not expecting Ouyang Rong's strange focus, and shook his head speechlessly:

"In addition to appreciation, I just want to find inspiration. After all, there is a unique poem waiting to be written."

At this time, the carriage stopped in front of the Huaiye Lane mansion.

Ouyang Rong ordered the charioteer to continue sending people to Xunyang Tower.

Before getting out of the car, he patted Yuan Huaimin on the shoulder seriously:

"Okay, Yuan Sima, come on...wait a minute." Ouyang Rong turned around and said, "Your salary is not enough to eat, so how can you listen to music?"

Yuan Huaimin scratched his neck, as if he had received the most serious insult of the day. His face turned red and he spoke sternly:

"The voice of a close friend is as high as the mountains and as long as the rivers are long, and the heart cares for you... Talk about copper coins and other tacky things! There is a difference between the warmth of a close friend and the cold things of money. Ouyang Changshi should not use himself to judge others."

Ouyang Rong's expression remained unchanged and he wiped the saliva from his face with his hand. He was not angry at all and nodded:

"Okay, I'm being tacky. Let's go now. Yuanda Sima goes to meet his confidant. If you have any inspiration, remember to write it down in a small notebook. Don't forget it when you drink."

Yuan Huaimin denied it flatly: "What kind of little book? I don't have such a thing."

Ouyang Rong smiled and got out of the car.

Yuan Huaimin suddenly lowered his head and saw three pieces of broken silver on the robe under his seat. He grabbed it and found that it was still warm. He was stunned for a moment, raised his head and shouted:

"Ouyang Changshi, you lost your money..."

But at this moment, a casual voice belonging to Weak Guan Changshi came from outside the carriage, interrupting him:

"Today you will be busy painting with me. The common people have forced me to give you a little bit of money to polish my brushes. Please accept it from the Yuan Dynasty celebrities."

In the carriage, Yuan Huaimin suddenly fell silent.

…

Late at night, in Yinbingzhai’s study.

Solitary lamps reflect each other.

Ouyang Rong unfolded the scroll he had painted during the day and nodded slightly.

He picked up his pen to make notes, turned his face to focus, and continued to revise and improve the plan. After working for about an hour, he put down his pen and

"about there……"

Ouyang Rong stacked the survey scroll with a dense stack of manuscripts and threw them on the table. It seemed like he was done.

He leaned back, took a long breath, turned to look out the window at the Xunyang night and murmured:

"Counting the days, it should be here soon."

The next day, afternoon.

Jiangzhou lobby.

Ouyang Rong was burying his head in the papers as usual, when Yan Liulang's figure suddenly broke in and brought him a piece of news.
Chapter completed!