Ouyang Rong hid in the dark, his eyes quickly swept across the door, but Yi Qianqiu was nowhere to be seen.

Ouyang Rong bypassed the group of soldiers, climbed over the wall and entered Chengtian Temple, searching for the traces of Xiu Niang.

First we went to the familiar hall for seeking signatures.

No one was seen.

Thinking of something, Ouyang Rong didn't care about getting angry and rushed to the Zen Master's Academy.

Sure enough, I saw Pei Shisanniang at the door of a Buddhist temple.

"Where's the embroiderer?"

"Master?" Pei Sanniang was surprised: "The embroiderer is inside. She wanted to worship Buddha in the afternoon, so I came with her."

Ouyang Rong didn't finish listening and rushed directly into the door. At this time, Zhao Qingxiu had already walked out of the meditation room. She seemed to have heard his call and came to greet him.

"Ah," Zhao Qingxiu said weakly.

"Are you okay?"

Ouyang Rong grabbed her hand and looked around, but there was no figure of Yi Qianqiu.

In the Zen courtyard, there was a middle-aged Zen master sitting upright, tilting his head and looking at him.

Ouyang Rong ignored this person and did not find Fang Juxiu, so he withdrew his gaze.

"Yeah."

Zhao Qingxiu covered her eyes with the ribbon, shook her head slightly, and groped Ouyang Rong's body with her hands as usual. Her face was a little happy, and she was about to write on his chest, but she encountered a hard object. She was curious and touched the strange piano in his arms.

box.

Ouyang Rong moved away in time, holding the piano case with one hand, and holding the embroiderer with the other hand as he walked out of the yard, leaving behind the middle-aged Zen master.

He asked Pei Sanniang seriously:

"Thirteenth Niang, have you received the message from Rokuro?"

The latter was stunned: "What news?"

It seems that it has not been received yet and is still on the way. The person who sent the letter is not as fast as him and did not find Pei Shisanniang.

Ouyang Rong breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately, his eyebrows furrowed and he looked around.

Didn't he come here for the embroiderer? Then why did Yi Qianqiu come here?

"Go back first, Thirteenth Mother, and take the embroiderer to your home first."

He pondered for a moment and made a decision.

"Yes, young master." Pei Shisanniang nodded hurriedly.

He sent the embroiderer back to Pei Shisanniang's low luxury carriage.

"Take the back door of the temple." Ouyang Rong got into the car together and prepared to leave quickly. Halfway through, he suddenly remembered something and turned around to tell the groom: "Stop at the square in front."

After a while, far away from the courtyard where Yuan Huaimin lived, the carriage stopped and Ouyang Rong got out of the car.

The carriage is parked and waiting.

Ouyang Rong frowned and hurried to Yuan Huaimin's yard.

As soon as he got closer, he saw that the door of Yuan Huaimin's courtyard was open, and Li Yu was hiding at the door with a panicked look on his face, looking inside the door in fear.

"What's going on inside? Why are you standing outside?"

Ouyang Rong asked.

His footsteps approached quietly. When Li Yu heard the voice, Ouyang Rong was already standing behind him. Li Yu was startled on the spot:

"Master Ouyang, you..."

Before Li Yu could finish speaking, Ouyang Rong heard the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling coming from the yard.

"Ah——! I was wrong, Qiuniang, please spare your life, don't smoke, don't smoke... Don't touch these branches and sticks, don't step on them, they are not mine, they really are not mine! They belong to Brother Li Yu, those calligraphy and paintings are

It's mine, please don't step on it, please! It's over, it's over, I really can't afford to pay..."

Yuan Huaimin was wailing and begging for mercy.

Ouyang Rong looked slightly startled.

Go to the door and take a look inside and outside.

The courtyard was in a mess. Yi Qianqiu was holding a riding crop, grabbing Yuan Huaimin's back collar, dragging him to the open space in the center of the courtyard, and throwing it away. She made a fierce face, raised the whip, and whipped hard while beating.

After smashing the treasured music, chess, calligraphy and paintings in Yuan Huaimin's house, and at the same time, there were many broken straight branches lying at his feet, Yi Qianqiu's chest heaved violently.

"Yuan Huaimin, I haven't seen you for several years, but you're still such a loser! Are you worthy of the name of Jingzhao Yuanshi?"

Her face was filled with anger, and her voice was as cold as ice.

This scene made Ouyang Rong unstoppable.

He looked closely and saw that Yi Qianqiu had already taken off the silver evil tiger mask, and saw that this woman had a relatively ordinary appearance, with a face of national peace and prosperity, but her eyebrows were very thick, very heroic, and quite unforgettable.

She has a female body and a male appearance. Judging from her brows and wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, she is about thirty years old, similar to Yuan Huaimin.

However, the face of this woman, Li Baoer, who loves to read the Book of Changes and is slightly proficient in the art of fortune-telling, said that this woman has a tiger face and will definitely suffer from evil stars.

Ouyang Rong raised his feet and entered the hospital. Yi Qianqiu looked back and cast her gaze. Before she could see the person clearly, she already spoke impatiently:

"Tell you bastards to go away, are you deaf? How about I bring a stick to smooth the flow for you?"

However, after seeing the appearance of the visitor, she slowly stopped talking and tilted her head to look at the young man holding the piano.

After a while, her eyes gradually moved down and fell on the long piano case in his arms.

"Lianghan! Lianghan, please leave quickly and don't come in. She is still angry. I...I will deal with it..."

"Cope with it? Ha."

"ah--!"

Yi Qianqiu sneered and whipped out his whip. Yuan Huaimin raised his head, covered his buttocks, and sucked out the cool air in the courtyard.

She held the two ends of the whip with both hands and straightened it step by step. When Yuan Huaimin calmed down, she turned her head and asked lightly:

"Prince Ouyang? Why did you come to see this piece of trash? Oh, you also came to him to drink and brag. If you are near red, you will be red, and if you are near ink, you will be black. Wherever he goes, he has many friends."

"Commander Yi, have you finished smoking? I still have something to ask Brother Huaimin."

Ouyang Rong asked softly. Before Yi Qianqiu could speak, he walked into the courtyard with a calm expression and happened to stand in front of Yuan Huaimin who fell to the ground.

The latter subconsciously got up and huddled behind Ouyang Rong, as if grasping the last straw, but still persuaded:

"Brother Lianghan, please don't come in here. You're so loyal..."

With outsiders present, Yi Qianqiu temporarily stopped whipping him and squinted his eyes to look at the young governor who dared to come in to protect his people.

Ouyang Rong took out a copy of "Peach Blossom Spring" from his sleeve and handed it to Yuan Huaimin, who was still in shock.

The latter looked down and was stunned.

"I'm here to return Tao Qian's original work. Brother Huaimin lent it to me to look at, but I almost forgot to return it. By the way, I asked Brother Huaimin for advice on piano skills."

Yi Qianqiu's eyes moved away from the piano case and fell on the "Peach Blossom Spring" scroll. His brows gradually furrowed, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and glanced at Yuan Huaimin who accepted the original copy of "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring" angrily.

He suddenly understood why Yuan Huaimin asked for leave today.

If I don't take this leave, I might be caught out by this woman when I pick him up in the afternoon and beaten in public, which would be very embarrassing. Now I'm fine, I just made a fool of myself in the yard at home.

However, Ouyang Rong remembered that Yuan Huaimin seemed to be alone, unmarried, and not even a concubine.

"Don't you want to introduce me?"

Ouyang Rong turned around and asked Yuan Huaimin with a smile on his lips.

"She...she is..."

"Oh."

Yuan Huaimin was about to speak, but Yi Qianqiu suddenly sneered, made a crisp "pop" sound, and whipped the side to the side, as if to try his hand.

Yuan Huaimin immediately shut up, lowered his head to consider, and did not dare to look at her.

Facing Ouyang Rong's gaze, he was dejected, as if he was too embarrassed to see anyone.

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Chapter completed!