Chapter 167 A Weird New Fortune (Happy May Day!)
Rainwater drips from the eaves of the blue tiles.

The surroundings of the elegant house seem to be hung with a curtain made of rain.

Looking out from the inside of the house, the whole world is like being shrouded in mist.

There was a closed umbrella leaning against the wall by the door.

And inside the open door, there are two young people with different temperaments gathered around the table.

One is writing, and the other is studying ink and handing the pen.

“Brother Lianghan, did you listen to Miss Xie? In fact, my younger sister may not be very…forget it, but Brother Lianghan’s birthday gift is indeed elegant, and it can be regarded as a heartfelt…”

Su Fu looked at Ouyang Rong who bowed his head and wrote silently, hesitated, swallowed his words, and after he praised, he asked curiously:
“Go back to come, the garden will not return… Go back to come and say? Is this its name? It’s interesting, and the poems have a kind of hidden gentleman’s style…”

Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes calmly and didn’t answer.

But he opened and closed his mouth slightly, as if he was reading something silently.

The five fingers of the right hand pinch the pen like a hook, and the other hand holds the wide sleeve of the writing right hand to block the wet ink on the stained paper.

Ouyang Rong is silently recreating this “Return to Come” according to some long-term and vague memories in his mind.

Fortunately, the dead language is not the same as the dead high mathematics.

The former is a jingle, and it is easy to blurt out from memory.

And the latter is a life-threatening talisman, so I just remember a name, such as the pinching theorem or something, laughing to death, it is definitely not the literal meaning, but I don’t know what it is used for.

Everything I learned before was thrown away to the ends of the earth, just thinking about it gives me a headache.

But having said that, Ouyang Rong has been in this world for so long, and he has deeply discovered that the dynasties, characters and cultural customs of this world are indeed specious from the prosperous Tang Dynasty in the history of the previous life.

Some celebrity events and historical processes have both sides of the world.

For example, the Southern and Northern Dynasties, the five surnames and Qiwang, and the Guanlong nobles in Qing history.

Another example is Tao Yuanming, a famous scholar in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, after he resigned as a county magistrate for 81 days.

But there are some things that are different.

For example, Brother Zheng of the First Emperor thousands of years ago did seek longevity in his later years.

However, he once heard his junior sister let it go, that Emperor Shi Huang did seem to have obtained the “elixir of longevity” in the end, but it was not some elixir Ganoderma lucidum, but the name of the sword that assassinated him with one bite.

A little bit of a hell joke.

However, it can be seen that the source of the deviation between this world and the previous life seems to come from the extraordinary power of pre-Qin Qi practitioners.

In some key historical trends, there are often horizontal interventions and interventions.

These days, Ouyang Rong has a little experience of the ability of these extraordinary powers.

In addition to the outrageous skills of the little junior sister, there is also the bronze mask of Li Daitao’s stiff bronze mask of the fairy Yucheng.

But right now, Immortal Yujin is still alive and dead. The latter is being kept with my junior sister. When I asked her last time, my junior sister said that I need to study it carefully…

Therefore, Ouyang Rong is not quite sure whether the “Return to Come” written by Tao Yuanming in the previous life and this world is the same one.

But didn’t he hear from Master Shandao before that Donglin Temple could no longer find the leftover solitary chapter?

Then, as a person who had memorized the original text by mistake and strayed into this world, what Ouyang Rong wrote was what he wrote.

The final right of interpretation belongs to him. It is estimated that even if he made a typo or something silently, no one will correct him.

While thinking about it, Ouyang Rong had vaguely written more than half of the Fu in his hand, but at this moment, his face froze when he stopped dipping the ink, and his palm stopped on top of the inkstone.

“Yun Wuxin came out of Xiu, and the bird was tired of flying and knew to return… Well, brother Lianghan, what’s wrong with you?”

Su Fu was reading silently while bowing his head curiously. At this moment, he noticed a change in the expression of his friend beside him from the corner of his eye. He turned his head and asked curiously.

“No…it’s fine.”

Ouyang Rong shook his head, looked silently at the left and right halls, then at the direction of the room in the back, and finally looked at the Fu that was about to be completed with a frown.

Immediately, he restrained his face and explained:
“I think of an urgent matter… I will sit down soon, and I am going to say goodbye.”

Ouyang Rong temporarily suppressed the trembling ancient clock in the ancient cloud tower in his mind, which was vaguely restless again.

He quickly finished “Returning to Come” silently, without checking it, he lowered his head and blew on the ink on the paper, and handed it to Su Fu.

“It’s a courtesy, Dalang will help pass it on…”

Su Fu gently put away the rice paper and nodded:
“Okay, although it looks a bit shabby, how about I frame it for you and match it with a landscape painting, so that it looks more elegant and stylish. In fact, there are other guests who give calligraphy as gifts. Brother Lianghan doesn’t have to…”

Su Fu who raised his head stopped talking, and there was no one in front of him.

Outside the door, Ouyang Rong had left with his umbrella without looking back, and waved his hand from behind.

“There is something, let’s go first.”

Su Fu was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at the fruit basket containing grapes on the table, he picked it up and chased outside the door, but Ouyang Rong had disappeared in the distance.

“Strange, didn’t Brother Lianghan say he was going to deliver grapes to Miss Xie? Why did everything fall behind…”

Su Fu muttered speechlessly.

After looking around for a while, shaking his head, he turned and went back to the back room to take care of the teacher.

Su Fu carried a basket of grapes and came to the bedside which smelled of medicine, and smiled at Yuan Xiangshan:
“Teacher, this is Liang Han’s wish.”

Yuan Xiangshan nodded slightly without opening his eyes.

Su Fu was slightly relieved.

Not long after, Yuan Xiangshan seemed a little tired after drinking the medicine. Su Fu rubbed his tired and stiff face, left the room temporarily, and went back to rest.

After Su Family Dalang left, Yuan Xiangshan lay in silence for a while, opened his eyes at a certain moment, stretched out his hand tremblingly to the round-faced Shutong who was waiting by the side, and waved it.

The round-faced book boy leaned forward, “What’s the matter, sir?”

Yuan Xiangshan pursed his blood-stained lips, and his white-haired head resting on the pillow turned towards the inner side of the bed, avoiding the eyes of the book boy, and whispered:
“Go to Dalang’s desk and show the old man the article called “Shi Shuo”.”

“Yes, sir.”

The book boy was taken aback, then turned and left the bedside.

Yuan Xiangshan opened his eyes, his eyes fixed on the bed curtain above, and at a certain moment, he sighed faintly.

I don’t know what to think

……

Ouyang Rong changed his plan, instead of going to the junior sister’s place, he turned around and returned to Meilu Garden with an umbrella.

As soon as he entered the house, he bumped into Ye Weilai in the yard.

The latter was about to turn his back immediately after seeing him, but he turned halfway and turned back.

“Master, what are you doing, what are you doing so fast?”

Ye Weilai clasped her small hands in her sleeves, she chased after her out of curiosity, and was the first to ask questions.

“It’s nothing, I’m going back to the study… wait.”

Ouyang Rong reacted, and said with a straight face:
“Didn’t you let you copy the stickers in the study when I just left? What are you doing now? You thought I couldn’t come back for a while, so you just wandered around here and punished you for writing, all finished?”

“Soon, soon, really soon.”

Ye Weilai’s gray-blue eyes dodged slightly, she tightened her sleeves, and looked down at the toes of the embroidered shoes drawing circles on the floor:
“Nu’er’s brain hurts from writing, so I went out for a walk, and went back to continue writing later.”

This is the follow-up to the last time Ye Weilai violated Ouyang Rong’s arrangement without authorization and turned back to Meilu Garden halfway.

Except for some kind of punishment that the master taught the disobedient little maid.

Ye Weilai was also forced to sign many “unequal treaties”.

Penalty copying fonts, practicing calligraphy is one of them.

Ye Weilai used to stutter even Da Zhou Yayan, let alone literacy.

But to be honest, in fact, she doesn’t need to be able to read and write. As a personal maid, she is as beautiful as a flower and soft as jade.

But whoever told her to have such a special master as Ouyang Rong has extraordinarily high requirements for a maid.

To teach Ye Weilai these things, Ouyang Rong naturally has his own plans.

But Ye Weilai is indeed smart, with a bright mind, and she learns very fast, which is no less than some students in the academy. Ouyang Rong feels even more sorry for this.

Ouyang Rong has always felt that no matter in the past or present, the seeds of reading that he meets, that is, people who study well, come from two types of people.

One category is people who are serious about learning and self-disciplined.

One category is smart, talented players.

And a small-brained person like Ye Weilai is flexible and transparent, so he naturally belongs to the latter.

Because of this, Ouyang Rong couldn’t help frowning slightly when he saw Ye Weilai sneaking out of the study room as if for fun.

Ye Weilai seemed to have very good eyesight. Seeing Ouyang Rong’s expression, she quickly grabbed Ouyang Rong’s sleeve and said:

“Master, Nuer will go back and write. The Yan characters and Yan characters I asked about last morning, after two days of fine writing, Nuer has studied Shuowen Jiezi, and finally knows how to explain it. Go back to the house and tell the master in detail, the master will see if it is right, okay?”

Seeing the flattering look and soft tone on the white-haired maid’s face, Ouyang Rong suddenly felt relieved, sighed, and touched the melon seeds on her cutely attached little head.

He nodded: “No need, my brain hurts from reading, so let’s take a stroll in the garden to relax…I’ll go back to the study first, don’t let other people come in and disturb me.”

“Yes, Master.”

Ye Weilai nodded obediently, with her sleeves erect, watching Ouyang Rong’s back disappear behind the low wall of the gallery.

She let out a long breath, and silently withdrew her hands from her sleeves.

I saw a slender black silk wrapped around the index finger of my right hand.

Ye Weilai twirled lightly with two fingers, straightened the black hair, and took a closer look at it in front of her eyes under the hazy yellow light of the lantern on the porch.

This long hair is black with a little light brown.

“I’m not being lazy… But whose is it… who is secretly getting close to the master, does the master know… I still don’t want to tell my slave…”

Ye Weilai muttered softly.

She didn’t come out to wander around lazily, but was looking for the owner of this strange long hair.

Ye Weilai has been like this for the past two days. She searched all over the maids in Meilu Garden, but she still found nothing. Now that Ah Qing and the others have been eliminated, the investigation seems to have reached a dead end…

Moreover, it is indeed too difficult to find the original owner with only one long hair.

In fact, Ye Weilai didn’t quite know why she cared so much about this long hair, she obviously didn’t have any jealousy for Miss Xie and other girls getting close to their master.

It is also possible that this strange long hair is just a not so complicated story that the owner accidentally attached to his body from the outside.

But Ye Weilai couldn’t let go.

In the past two days, I don’t know how many times I have wrapped this strange black silk around my index finger in the sleeve silently…

Maybe it’s a woman’s sixth sense, similar to the subconscious vigilance of a lioness when she discovers that her exclusive territory may be violated.

Ye Weilai always felt that the origin of this long hair was not simple.

Some of the reasons behind it…may not be simple.

……

Ouyang Rong didn’t know about her maid’s keen sixth sense and wild thoughts.

As soon as he returned to the study, he turned his back and locked the door.

Ouyang Rong glanced at Ye Weilai’s rather immature but sharp handwriting on the desk, and sat back on the teacher’s chair.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and began to sink into immersion. Soon, he felt that his consciousness was like a desert traveler with one leg stuck in quicksand, slowly sinking into the lake of his heart.

Ouyang Rong flew to the radiant clouds again, and stepped into the simple and simple tower that opened the door automatically.

Still the same old three.

Round and smooth small wooden fish.

A row of blue-gold fonts: [Merits: 280 eight]

There is also an ancient bronze clock.

It’s just that at this moment, the blessing clock hanging in the center of the empty white mist space is trembling after a long absence.

Thick mist poured out continuously.

This time, Ouyang Rong flew to the blessing clock, stretched out his right hand, just touched the body of the clock with his fingertips, and immediately a strange message penetrated into his heart like a loach.

“Is it worth three thousand merits again… Could it be that this new blessing is still life-saving?”

Ouyang Rong frowned slightly and couldn’t help murmuring.

He still hasn’t fully ascertained the whereabouts of the blessing that was exchanged for the [-] merit points in Yunshui Pavilion last time, but based on his previous experience, he vaguely guessed that it happened without him knowing the details.

And it is most likely related to the unarmed swordsman of the Liu family who ambushed in Beitian Jiyangyuan of Donglin Temple on the day of the ribbon-cutting ceremony… The blessing seems to have saved his life.

“I don’t know why the assassin didn’t make a move in the end.”

Ouyang Rong shook his head lightly, and his eyes returned to the trembling ancient bronze clock in front of him.

Right now, there is another blessing worth three thousand merit points.

“What is it this time… Hey, what is this?”

After getting closer this time, Ouyang Rong suddenly saw that the torrent of purple mist pouring out of the blessing clock was faintly mixed with some other things, or colors.

The huge purple mist gushed out, faintly mixed with some pink-colored mist.

After seeing it, Ouyang Rong reached out and gently parted the torrent of purple mist.

This strange scene is even more obvious:

Just like the purple waterfall hanging upside down in the air, there are blossoming peach petals flowing down with the water.

It seems to have discovered something different from before.

Ouyang Rong looked strange and tilted his head to look at it.

“Is this new, or is there actually something similar to this before, but it’s just a similar hue and covered by the raging purple air?”

Ouyang Rong nodded, the combination of this purple color and the light pink color really looks very distinct.

“However, what’s the use of this thing? Does it indicate a difference, a different type of blessing?”

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and put his hands on his hands, rubbed his chin with his tiger’s mouth, and muttered for a long time.

It’s a pity that I didn’t find this kind of strangeness in the previous few times, so I don’t have the experience to sum up, so I can refer to it for judgment.

Not long after, Ouyang Rong gave up and let out a long breath.

As for whether to exchange…

He turned his head and glanced at the blue-gold font in the air.

Immediately close your eyes.

The heartstrings seem to be mobilized.

“Little life is more important…Three thousand merit points, it’s not bad, it didn’t fall below the [-] line.”

While Ouyang Rong was muttering, the blue-gold font on the top of the little wooden fish suddenly turned into a hazy swimming carp, and it went straight to the restless ancient clock that was faintly emitting two-color mist.

clang–!
Accompanied by a familiar voice of Hong Zhong Da Lu.

The purple mist mixed with a touch of pink splashed in all directions, and for a moment, it filled the entire space in the ancient pagoda.

After Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and opened them again, all the visions from the previous second had disappeared without a trace.

The ancient bronze clock remained motionless.

The blue-gold light group bounced back to the original place and returned to its original state:

[Merit: Eleven thousand 280 eight]

Ouyang Rong turned his eyes and glanced lightly.

He stood in the tower that had returned to silence, and after a while, he turned and left the tower. Before he left, his face showed a thoughtful expression:

“Also, how did this new fortune be triggered…”

Happy Labor day!Ahem, it seems that the monthly ticket is doubled at the beginning of the month (whispering)

(End of this chapter)