"Thank you for your hard work this time, Rong. How is Cheng'er? Did you cooperate with you well in Xunyang City?"

Rong Zhen didn't answer, didn't look at Lin Cheng, and turned around to greet the old musician:

"Old sir, I haven't seen you for a long time. I thought I would never see you again after you left the palace."

"Hey, weren't we still captured by Miss Song?"

The old musician chuckled and waved his hand,

Although he was obviously embarrassed, he looked optimistic. He didn't look like he was being supervised all the way to Jiangnan by the white-eyed old woman.

Seeing Rong Zhen's reaction, the old woman rolled her eyes at her disciple, and then replied angrily:

"It's you who is the coward.

"You've already left the palace, but you still stay in the city of Luoyang and don't leave. Are you so afraid of His Majesty? Are you afraid that if you go too far, you won't be able to quibble if you are caught?

"Oh, aren't you just waiting for me to come to your door? I'm not ashamed at all to say that."

Under the strange gazes of the juniors, the old musician looked as usual, as if he was not talking about his cowardice.

"Didn't I keep a student in the palace? He has talent, and with his piano skills, he has a chance to surpass the old man." He sighed.

"died."

The old woman with white eyes replied calmly: "Your Majesty doesn't like that I'm not as sensible as you."

After a pause, she said in a meaningful tone: "Your Majesty doesn't like it, no matter how talented you are, it's useless."

The old musician sighed again, and after a while, he said something somewhat incomprehensible:

"Well, I hope your Majesty will like this Rong Nu Shi."

The old woman rolled her eyes and said with a straight face: "Of course Your Majesty likes Rong Yatou, and besides, Rong Yatou is also sensible, so you don't have to worry about it."

"good."

The old musician smiled.

After a while, while Grandma Song was reminiscing and discussing with everyone, the old musician broke away from the crowd, walked to one side alone, and looked at the lights of Xunyang City in the distance in the hazy fog.

He suddenly turned around and asked the cold girl beside him in palace attire an incomprehensible question:

"I heard that there is a pipa master in Xunyang Tower, the most famous building in Xunyang City. I wonder if Rong Nu Shi has heard her pipa playing?"

Rong Zhen was slightly startled and shook his head.

"without."

Wei Shaoqi was listening around, and Wang Lengran couldn't help but frown. He didn't understand why this old musician with a vaguely aloof status would ask such a trivial matter.

Aunt Song, Rong Zhen, Lin Cheng and others did not change their expressions, they were used to it.

Rong Zhen hesitated for a moment and said softly: "But I know a colleague with whom I have a good relationship. He should have heard of it. He has recently been obsessed with poetry and music, and he has done some research..."

"Anyone who can understand and appreciate pipa must not be a common person. Well, let me introduce you to it later... When I come to Xunyang this time, I have to see the pipa by the Xunyang River."

The old musician said with a smile, and Rong Zhen nodded seriously.

"My surname is Yu, don't forget the mission of this trip. You are the one who knows the most about sword wielding people in the palace. This time you must catch all the bugs in Xunyang City."

Aunt Song snorted coldly.

The old musician didn't know whether he heard it or not. He stretched his neck and looked at the misty lights of Xunyang City in the distance.

Mother Song turned her head and looked at her disciple, and suddenly said loudly:

"Cheng'er, along the way, I have heard many people scolding you and praising Ouyang Lianghan, but I feel that you are the good one, Cheng'er, and you are really sharing your Majesty's worries."

Nanny Song threw the Buddhist beads in her hand forward and fell into Lin Cheng's arms.

The latter was stunned and looked down at the beads.

Nanny Song's voice was a bit shrill: "Take it, Your Majesty will reward you, you can kill it once."

Lin Cheng tried his best to suppress his ecstatic expression, faced north and made a pilgrimage, kowtowing again and again:

"Thank you Lord for your kindness, I have nothing to repay..."

Everyone looked sideways.

Wang Lengran rubbed his hands and came forward, and asked in a trembling voice:

"Deputy Supervisor Song, the giant Buddha is almost completed. Where is your majesty's Buddha head?"

Aunt Song pointed lightly at the foggy river behind her:

"We are following you. We have to take a detour across the river and then enter the city. Go and pick her up."

Everyone immediately turned their heads and looked intently. They saw the old musician and Nanny Song taking a small boat to the north bank of the river before coming to the south bank. In the hazy morning mist at dawn, there was a huge Buddha head being pulled by several huge carriages.

, the carriage was surrounded by a dense formation of black-armored soldiers...

This group of soldiers and laborers who secretly escorted the Buddha's head were of extremely high quality. They wrapped the horses' hooves with cloth and applied tung oil on their wheels... As they approached, there was not much sound.

Lin Cheng and his party were stunned.

From their perspective across the river at this moment, with a majestic headless Buddha on the north bank that has been suspended as the background, the new Buddha's head that arrived silently seemed to have rolled from the head of the former to the ground on the shore.
Chapter completed!