"I'm so drunk that I'm going to sleep, please go... tomorrow morning, you want to... bring me Qin?"

Yan Liulang held his chin, thought for a while in front of the pillar, shook his head and shrugged, turned around and asked: "Mingfu, what does this mean?"

"Awesome... let's go, people are coming."

Ouyang Rong praised him, turned around and left.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Su Dalang's figure not far away in the direction of Juxian Garden.

"Mingfu, I think there seems to be a special space on the pillar next to this. If the beauty really writes to you specially, do you have to leave a reply or something? I've seen this in teahouse dramas, so...

Literary friends and so on, he always has literary talent."

Ouyang Rong nodded: "It makes sense. Liulang is smart and never forgets to remind me."

Yan Liulang touched the back of his head and felt that his Mingfu's tone was a bit strange.

After lingering in the waterside pavilion for a while, the two of them left the pavilion, met Su Dalang, and went to Juxian Garden to drink together.

The dinner was over and everyone returned happily.

The night is getting darker.

Inside the brightly lit waterside pavilion.

"Miss, what does this word mean?"

Cai Shou's face was full of confusion, her little finger pointed to the only ink character on the pavilion pillar in front, and asked Su Guo'er behind her.

"Well, can you still reply like this to a poem? Why is it only one word?"

My lady specially wrote a meaningful poem on the red painted wooden pillar in the pavilion. Next to the pillar where the poem was written, on the other pillar that they specially vacated, there was only one word of reply at the moment.

.

This ink letter hangs high, somewhat alone.

It is in sharp contrast to the pavilion pillar with a large line of Mozi written next to it, and it has a certain charm of being cold at high places.

"six?"

Su Guo'er opened her lips to read. Even though she was full of knowledge and her knowledge was as good as that of some famous scholars, she still looked confused at this moment:

"What do you mean by this word?"

Su Guo'er couldn't help but take a few more glances at Ouyang Lianghan's familiar handwriting.

She left a fragment of a poem casually, and used it to make friends. It was quite subtle, but very elegant... I am drunk and want to sleep, please go away, I will bring you Qin tomorrow... I can only say that I understand everything.

Didn't Ouyang Lianghan understand?

wrong.

Su Guo'er shook her head slightly. This idea seemed absurd and unbelievable to her.

Ouyang Lianghan was born as a Jinshi. He was a famous scholar at Bailudong Academy and studied under the famous Confucian Xie Xun.

And the "Teacher's Talk" not long ago was even more eye-catching, with brilliant literary talent and unstoppable talent.

How could such a person not understand poetry?

Cai Shou, who was next to him, seemed to have thought about it too. He was also puzzled and frowned and muttered:

"The six characters Mr. Ouyang...does it contain some profound meaning? Well, he is worthy of being a scholar and a concubine. He cherishes words like gold, and even his poems are difficult to figure out."

Cai Shou sighed in admiration.

Su Guo'er raised her head, frowned slightly, and murmured:

"Six... refers to the date or the hour. It can't be a piano scale, right? Could it be that I accidentally played the wrong key of the piece I played in the evening and he was keenly aware of it?"

…

It has been two days since I was last invited to a banquet at the Su Mansion.

Ouyang Rong was still busy with water control during the day. As for every night, he slept deeply, but the next morning he was still full of energy. I don't know if it was the psychological effect of relaxation.

In addition, Ouyang Rong also discovered that Ye Weilai was a little strange these days. She seemed to wake up earlier than him every morning, and she could occasionally be seen "nodding" and dozing off during the day.

I don’t know if I didn’t sleep well at night.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but shake his head.

In the evening of that day, Ouyang Rong was blocked again at the gate of the county government office.

This time it was not the servant in green clothes who came back, but Su Dalang himself.

"Why did Dalang leave class so early? The teacher is not in class?" Ouyang Rong was surprised.

"Don't mention the class today! Let's go, Lianghan will come with me."

Su Dalang was not polite. He pulled his friend's sleeve and walked forward, then took Ouyang Rong to the Su Mansion for dinner.

After asking, I found out that it was Uncle Su who caught a big fish during a recent night fishing. He specially made crucian carp soup and asked Su Dalang to invite Ouyang Rong to the banquet as a friend.

Ouyang Rong had no choice but to drag Yan Liulang along again.

The latter is always eating and drinking and having sex for free. Of course, Yan Liulang calls this a heroic act.

A group of people came to Su Mansion.

This time, there was no such thing as being taken to a waterside pavilion by a weird maid and accidentally hitting the sound of the piano. Ouyang Rong and Yan Liulang were directly warmly received by the enthusiastic Master Su, Su Xian.

The night is getting darker.

Su Mansion, a brightly lit main hall.

The evening breeze blew the lanterns on the corridor in the distance, and the lights swayed.

Ouyang Rong and Yan Liulang walked out of the main hall together, came to the corridor, looked around, and called to a maid in a goose-yellow skirt who passed the door.

Yan Liulang clenched his fist to cover his mouth, coughed and said, "Excuse me, how to get to the nearest hut?"

The little maid in a goose-yellow skirt pointed to the east corridor.

They thanked each other and walked along the corridor.

The banquet was only halfway through when Yan Liulang drank too much and took Ouyang Rong, who was sitting next to him, to the latrine and came out to have some air to sober up.

As for why men have to go to the toilet with them, I can only say that it is the same as women going to the toilet together.

"Are you sure this is the path? Why haven't you reached the end yet?"

The Su Mansion was quite big. Ouyang Rong and Yan Liulang walked along the path pointed by the little maid with a baby-faced bun with baby fat for a while, and their faces gradually became confused.

As the two of them looked around, they suddenly saw a pavilion on the right side of the corridor not far ahead, with the word "Drunkard Old Man" on the pavilion plaque.

In the Drunkard Pavilion, a rather familiar figure was sitting.

The stunning little girl has plum blossom makeup on her eyebrows, but instead of the white dress she wore last time, she is now wearing a vermilion Taoist uniform with a green hibiscus crown.

Dressed in pure and elegant Kun Tao clothing, he was sitting alone in the pavilion.

On the corridor, the two of them couldn't help but pause.

Ouyang Rong took a second look and found that this time, the little girl who should be Su Xiaomei was not playing the piano or singing in the pavilion.

She sat alone on the chess table, resting her chin on the back of one hand, lightly twirling a white piece between her curled fingers, and playing chess with her eyes lowered.

But the seat opposite Su Xiaomei was empty.

Left and right hand bet each other?

On the corridor, Ouyang Rong and Yan Liulang kept walking, the latter was in a hurry.

The two passed the pavilion and walked away in silence.

The little girl playing chess in the pavilion seemed to have never noticed them from beginning to end, her eyes lowered.

After half a stick of incense, Ouyang Rong and Yan Liulang went to the toilet and returned.

There was no one inside the pavilion.

The two looked at each other, paused in unison, turned and walked into the pavilion.

In the pavilion, apart from a chessboard with mixed black and white, there is a line of elegant and elegant calligraphy that is still inked on the east side of the pavilion pillar.

"We are both lazy gardeners... we face depression together... Rain and snow days?"

Yan Liulang raised his head and read the remaining poems in his mouth.

A certain young county magistrate looked at it twice and nodded: "Six."

"Ah?" Yan Liulang opened his mouth and turned his head, with a puzzled look on his face: "What did Mingfu call me for?"

"..."

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but glance at Yan Liulang.

After a pause, he shook his head, "It's okay."

There was no explanation for the rich connotations of the word "six" to Rokuro who was seated at his right address.

The two turned their heads and looked at the remaining poems on the pillar again...
Chapter completed!