Ouyang Rong listened carefully and breathed a sigh of relief:

"It should be another time to look through the book. It's okay. Please don't worry, Miss Qin."

"Looking through the book?" She looked curious.

"Well, how should I put it, it's just... it's a certain state of cultivation. Anyway, it's okay. I'll go take a look. Thank you for your hard work, Miss Qin."

"Easy to do."

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Miss Qin, Ouyang Rong hugged the piano case and immediately went to the elegant boudoir of his junior sister.

There was silence in the boudoir. He raised his hand and pushed open the courtyard door.

"Stop, I drove this road and planted this tree. I want to pass by and leave some money to buy ink!"

A familiar female voice sounded carelessly.

Ouyang Rong's raised foot paused in mid-air.

The door of the main house was locked, and there was no one in the yard in front of him.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and took a look.

Sure enough, there was a figure of a little girl wearing a Confucian dress at her feet. The little Mo Jing, whom she hadn't seen for many days, was sitting on the threshold, shaking her legs and reaching out to make begging gestures.

Ouyang Rong thought for a moment, picked up her collar, and walked into the yard without squinting.

"Oh, let me go, my Taoist robe is about to be torn off by you, you are so rude...ah, indecent, Ouyang Lianghan, how dare you, you are still outside Xie Yatou's house, others are quietly closing the door,

You, it’s useless for you to be handsome, wuwuwu..."

Ouyang Rong placed the struggling little figure who would rather die than surrender on the stone table, adjusted her sitting position, pointed to the main room, and asked in a low voice:

"What's going on inside?"

Miao Si raised her hand to straighten the messy collar. As Ouyang Rong's face approached, she crossed her arms and leaned back with a wary look on her face. Then she turned her back and straightened the wrinkled skirt, like a quilt.

The delicate little lady who attempted indecent assault.

When Ouyang Rong saw this, the corner of his mouth twitched.

At this time, from the corner of his eye, he happened to see a piano stand in a corner of the boudoir, so he immediately walked over with the piano case in his arms.

He put down the long piano-shaped wooden box, put his palms on the box, and sat down.

Ever since, there was a man with a sword standing quietly outside the house where Xie Lingjiang was "retreating and reading books".

After a while, his eyes turned to the little girl in Confucian attire who turned around after finishing her clothes.

"You, what are you looking at?"

"I'm asking you, how is little junior sister doing now."

"Who are you? I don't know you. I don't know you at all. Look at my memory. Oops, my head hurts so much. I seem to have forgotten everything."

Miao Si tilted his head and said.

Apparently he was resentful of someone's attitude of leaving her alone in Xie Lingjiang's place for days and ignoring her.

Ouyang Rong smiled, nodded, and said "Okay", then took out a Han Lei ink ingot from his sleeve and placed it on the piano table.

"You, what are you doing? Don't even think about bribing this fairy!"

Ouyang Rong shook his finger:

"No, no, no, it's not for the female fairy. I picked it up from the corner of a cabinet in my study. It's not from me, and I don't know who dropped it. If the female fairy knows you and remembers something, remember to tell me.

, after all, our main goal is to find someone who has lost his money, and it must be returned to its original owner."

Miao Si's expression changed slightly, she walked around in place with her hands behind her back, and then walked over silently, looking around for a while, and she walked to the piano table like a little girl.

Finally, a "swish" sound.

The piano stage in front of Ouyang Rong was empty.

A little girl in Confucian attire ran away happily with her short legs holding an ingot of Han Lei in her arms:

"I remember. We know each other. We are familiar with her. I will hand it over to her for you."

Unfortunately, the next second, a blue [Arc] appeared in front of her.

Block the way.

The small body holding the contour ink sticks was frozen in place, unable to move forward.

Ouyang Rong leisurely walked over, grabbed it, and put the ink ingot and him again on the piano stand in front of him.

The two people, one big and one small, started staring at each other.

Before Ouyang Rong could ask again, Miao Si shrank his head, whispered, and explained everything:

"Ouyang Lianghan, Xie Yatou is fine. It's just that the opportunity came and I was reading books in the house. If nothing happens, there is a high chance that I will be promoted to a sixth-grade sage this time. This realm of Confucianism is very interesting..."

Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows and was about to speak.

At this moment, the door of the main room was pushed open from the inside.

Ouyang Rong and Miao Si looked up instantly.

I saw a pretty girl in red dress inside the door of the main house, carrying a book and walking out with her hands behind her back.

Her expression was calm:

"Big brother."

Ouyang Rong rubbed his eyes and suddenly felt that this beautiful figure in red clothes was a little familiar and yet... a little strange.

Familiar because it was obviously no different from when we met the day before yesterday.

What's strange is the pristine eyes and the smooth and clean skirt, which cannot be blown by the wind.

If I had to describe this familiar yet strange feeling, it would be like the first time the two met at Donglin Temple in Dagushan.

Moreover, Ouyang Rong discovered that the junior sister was wearing a bright red dress, but she gave off a sense of calm, her whole aura was restrained and as deep as an abyss.

If the junior sister was like a fiery red peony before, then now she is a quiet and elegant lotus.

But you can watch it from a distance and don’t play with it.

It has a faintly noble and holy aura.

"Little... little junior sister?"

The girl in red dress took a few steps and threw the scroll in her hand. The scroll was as light as a feather. It was blown up by a breeze rising from the ground and just flew into Ouyang Rong's arms.

Ouyang Rong caught it quickly with quick eyes and hands.

There was a wind that turned over the book, causing the yellowed pages of the book to rattle.

At the same time, in the quiet courtyard, amid the sound of books being turned, a faint female voice sounded:

"Senior Brother, I will never read the book again."

"What's the explanation?"

"Act first and know later. Knowing is difficult and doing is easy."

"good."
Chapter completed!