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As Luo Niang couldn't help but rush forward, clenching Ouyang Rong's cuffs.

The pipa played the pipa and landed on the floor, making a crisp sound.

The sound of the pipa also came to an abrupt end.

When Ouyang Rong just listened to the pipa, he lowered his eyes and stared at the cuffs stained with wine.

At this moment, he heard the pipa girl crying again, and she clenched her sleeves. He shook his head and sighed:

"So it's been so long... It's been three years since I was exiled to Longcheng to now, it's like a blink of an eye."

Luo Niang burst into tears, tainting her face, and nodded heavily:

"Well! I have also found a little adult for three years."

Ouyang Rong raised his head and looked at this lonely crying face with tears in his eyes.

He smiled and said:

"I didn't expect that my wife has been looking for her, from north to south, from bustling Kyoto to remote areas... I am honored to be able to become the sustenance in her heart when her wife wanders around in a foreign land."

The young man in Confucian shirt kept smiling and turned to look at the bright moon outside the window:

“What I did over the past three years is worth it.”

He raised his other hand that was not held, stretched out towards Luo Niang's round face with blood, stretched out to the middle of the way, paused his palm and put it down again.

Ouyang Rong glanced at Pei Shisanniang, who lowered his head and took out his handkerchief, stepped forward tacitly, hugged the pipa girl, and wiped her tears.

Ouyang Rong raised his glass and drank it alone, his eyes continued to look out the window of the bright moon, murmuring silently in his mouth, not knowing what he was talking to himself.

When Luo Niang saw the young man in Confucian clothes behaved like this, she seemed to recall the figure of a gentleman who was upright and squint at the night banquet in Luoyang.

A gentleman keeps his integrity as always.

Her rosy eyes were filled with tears. At this moment, she was like beads with broken threads, rolling more and more, and her face was filled with tears.

Luo Niang covered her face with her hands, her shoulders trembled, and her crying became more and more violent.

Hu Fu, Yuan Huaimin, Yi Qianqiu and others were also infected and drooled their eyes and drooled.

At this moment, I heard someone's murmur coming from beside me.

"I've woken up in the underground palace... I've finished a round of research... I've been going back... but it's not a waste of this trip... How many more years did I have when I was young... I won't waste... I won't waste..."

Some intermittent vague words were hard to listen to, and everyone looked around and thought they were literary words.

Yan Liulang was also confused when he got the closest Ye Weilai.

Ouyang Rong suddenly turned around, pointed his finger at Jiang Shangyue, and said loudly to Luo Niang:

"We are both people who fall into the world, why do we have to know each other when we meet each other? It is fate to see each other. Luo Niang, if we are separated, we will not be despaired in this life. There is no need to be depressed. When the night is late, you can look at the river water and the bright moon. They are all on the river water and under the bright moon, and there is no regret."

Luo Niang slowly looked up, stared at the gentle smile of the young man in Confucian clothes, and murmured to herself:

"We are both people who have fallen into the world... Why do we have to know each other when we meet... At the same time... we are falling into the world..."

She took a deep breath and nodded vigorously:

"Yes, they are both people who are in the world. Like my family, the little adult is also a person who has fallen. From Luoyang to Longcheng County, and from Jiangzhou's chief secretary to idle Sima, the little adult has never been smooth sailing, but the little adult is indomitable, and has been burning in adversity. He has become more and more courageous in the face. He is always reborn again and again..."

Speaking of this, Luo Niang was very excited and stared straight at the young man in front of her:

"Little lord, I have no success in search of you in Longcheng. I left Jiangzhou with my husband's house and went to Qiantang. I heard halfway through that the saint ordered the Great Buddha of Jiangzhou to move to the city. As the chief minister, you were the only one who stood up and refused to obey the order. You were exiled to Sima, Jiangzhou. The officialdom in Xunyang fell sharply and was in a frustrated situation. At that time, I wanted to see you very much and say something to you."

Ouyang Rong asked: "What are you talking about?"

"My little adult, you are not alone. There are many people like me in the world standing behind you and looking at you. You are just walking in the front, but you are never alone. You are Ouyang Rong Lianghan, the gentleman in the hearts of all the people in the world. If you are not afraid, you are not afraid, you are not afraid!"

Luo Niang's eyes were filled with tears. Under the orange light, her eyes were shining brightly at Ouyang Rong.

Hu Fu, Yuan Huaimin, Ye Weilai, Yi Qianqiu and others all looked at Ouyang Rong when they heard this. They immediately looked at each other and smiled.

After experiencing so much, Luo Niang's words may not be their voice.

In the eyes of everyone, Ouyang Rong sat next to the lamp, silent for a long time, only one word:

"Thank you."

Luo Niang wiped her tears and said with a smile on her face:

"Now, I don't need to tell others about it. The little adults can get out by themselves. Those storms, the sky and the earth are broken, and the little adults seem to be nothing. Since I met the little adults, it's all like this."

Ouyang Rong shook his head seriously, his voice a little loud:

"No, someone has already said these words for his wife."

Luo Niang asked: "Who is it?"

"you."

Luo Niang retelled with everyone’s confusion:

"us?"

Ouyang Rong looked around and said in a very light voice:

“Yes, ‘you’.”

After saying that, the young man picked up his glass and began to tilt his head to drink.

Everyone saw that he was moving a little intensely, and the wine kept flowing down from the corner of his mouth, wetting his chest.

Everyone was a little confused, but they still had a tacit understanding of drinking.

Pei Shisanniang and Ye Weilai added cups to him again and again.

Luo Niang stared at the young man in Confucian shirt who was proud and arrogant.

Ouyang Rong put down his empty wine glass again and wiped his mouth hard.

He smiled in spring breeze:

"Can the two pipa songs written by the lady first?"

"Yes...yes, of course, I can. Which song I listen to first by the little adult."

The young man waved it casually, unconventional:

"First "Teacher's Talk" and then "Inscription on Chrysanthemums".

"good!"

Luo Niang picked up the pipa, hugged it in her arms, lowered her head, and her whole body seemed to be hidden behind the pipa.

She inserted the pluck into the string, tried to calm down her breathing, and slowly began to play.

Everyone saw that the woman gently put her fingers together, slowly twisted them, wiped them, and picked them.

I first played "The Master's Talk", and then played "Inscription on Chrysanthemums".

Yuan Huaimin's face was hazy, and his palm slowly slapped his knees, followed the rhythm and became addicted to it.

Others on the field, even those who don’t understand the pipa, are attracted by this pipa.

But immediately, they discovered something strange about Ouyang Rong.

Drinking wine one after another.

At this moment, they seemed to be a little drunk. They saw the young man in Confucian clothes smiling, with drunken eyes, looking around and smiling at them, as if intoxicated by the sound of the pipa.

Everyone was infected and started to drink and toast him one by one.

Perhaps because I felt the atmosphere at the table, the sound of the pipa became more and more sonorous and thrilling.

"Haha." Ouyang Rong put down his wine glass, lowered his head and wiped his mouth, as if he had a few laughs.

No one knew that while drinking in his mouth, faces flashed in front of his eyes.

In addition to the faces of Luo Niang, Yan Liulang, Ye Weilai, Yuan Huaimin and others in front of him, there are also familiar and long-lasting faces mixed with them.

There are Ashan, Liu's mother, Aqing, Huang Xuan, Huang Feihong's, and even... embroiderer's.

Faces passed by in front of your eyes, like a sudden glance.

"you……"

He talked to himself, as if he was thinking again. At this moment, Ouyang Rong suddenly remembered what the old musician, Rong Zhen had mentioned casually.

It's about [Emperor Wen].

[Emperor Wen] was forged by the first "Emper Wen" of the Dasu Dynasty. The original purpose was to welcome the prosperous era after the unification.

That year, Dasui ended the three hundred years of fighting for the Northern and Southern Dynasties. A rising unification dynasty was unstoppable. He was used to seeing the world with the scattered warriors and swords. Under the general trend of the people's minds, everyone was looking forward to the arrival of a new prosperous era. This was a grand vision and the most simple expectation.

The form of [Emperor Wen] is also a musical instrument, tailor-made for the prosperous era.

The first generation of [Emperor Wen] sword technique is also a song, which is the "sound of prosperity" in my imagination!

But at the end, the expected prosperous era has been delayed.

Waiting and waiting... from Dasui to Daqian and then to Dazhou.

[Emperor Wen] handed over the hands of Emperor Sui Wen, Emperor Sui Crazy Emperor, Emperor Qian Taizong, Emperor Qian Gaozong and the current saints in turn.

Suichu, the vision of prosperity in the hearts of the people of Qianchu seems to be getting further and further.

Perhaps it was because it did not usher in that prosperous era, or perhaps it was because its spirituality was too strong, [Emperor Wen] was more "willful" than other tripod swords.
To be continued...