His face didn't seem to be surprised, he just took off his felt hat, covered his chest, and turned around.

"What does Mr. Li want from you?"

Yuan Huaimin discovered that Ouyang Rong did not ask him why he had not said anything before, but showed a serious attitude of listening attentively.

"Brother Lianghan, aren't you annoyed that I concealed it before?" he asked curiously.

"Annoyed." Ouyang Rong nodded, his expression unchanged:

"Of course I'm annoyed. I want to bring Dongmei in now and kick your ass hard. Are you satisfied, Brother Huaimin?"

Yuan Huaimin shrank his head and said: "Dongmei is kind in nature, Brother Lianghan must not lead her to harm."

Ouyang Rong twitched the corner of his mouth, said nothing, and looked at Yuan Huaimin silently.

Seeing this, the latter stopped smiling, became serious, and replied:

"I was not familiar with Li Gong and Wang Junzhi before. I was only on good terms with a certain brother of Du Shuqing's clan. When we were young, we had a horse racing together. After Li Zhengyan and others arrived in Jiangzhou, it was Du Shuqing who took the initiative to come to me to reminisce.

"Until one night, when I was undressing and about to go to bed, Du Shuqing suddenly brought someone to my door, saying that he wanted to introduce a friend to me. He had admired my talent for a long time.

"This person is none other than Li Zhengyan, Li Gong.

"Brother Lianghan knows my temperament. I only like to play pipa, poetry and painting, and don't talk about state affairs. It's better to stay away from such a relegated celebrity. In the spirit of doing more, doing less, I wanted to refuse to thank the guest, but I didn't expect that he actually took out a

Things come."

"What?"

"Painting." Yuan Huaimin recalled with eyes wide open: "A familiar painting, a painting by an old man."

"Whose painting?"

"Brother Lianghan, do you still remember the picture of a lady with hairpins that I painted on the oil-paper umbrella for you?"

"Remember."

Ouyang Rong nodded slightly, his memory was very good:

"You later said that this painting technique was taught to you by an eccentric old mural painter you met in Chang'an when you were sober after a temple was destroyed when you were young.

"Judging from the painting skills of this old Taoist priest, he is probably the short-lived painting sage named Wu who appeared when the Second Sage came to court."

When Yuan Huaimin heard this, he sighed.

No more words were spoken.

Ouyang Rong reacted, frowned slightly, and asked:

"So the picture scroll Li Zhengyan took is a picture of a lady with hairpins painted by the old Taoist priest himself? Or is it some kind of Buddhist painting?"

"neither."

Yuan Huaimin shook his head and sighed:

"It's a picture of a peach blossom garden.

"Brother Lianghan, I have only seen Mr. Wu paint Buddhist statues before. I accompanied him to travel to thousands of temples in Chang'an and Luoyang. I thought Mr. Wu was only interested in Buddhist and Taoist paintings, but I never expected that he would actually paint one.

The picture of Peach Blossom Spring comes out.

"And this painting, for some unknown reason, is in Li Zhengyan's hands."

"Picture of Peach Blossom Spring?"

Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows, thought for a while, and asked curiously: "What happened later, why did he bring the painting to look for you?"

Yuan Huaimin shook his head, his expression equally confused:

"He had some strange questions. He asked me about the poems and travel notes of a famous figure in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and asked me if I knew these isolated poems."

Ouyang Rong was immediately alert and asked calmly: "Which famous person from the Eastern Jin Dynasty?"

"Speaking of which, Brother Lianghan should know him."

Yuan Huaimin confessed directly:

"Tao Qian, courtesy name Yuanming."

"oh."

Ouyang Rong smiled softly: "This is quite familiar."

He seemed to ask casually:

"But there are no scribes in Jiangzhou who are not familiar with him. I just didn't expect that Mr. Li also liked Tao Yuanming's articles, but I was surprised. Well, what poems did he ask you about?"

Yuan Huaimin also did not hide:

"A poem called "Return to the Land" and a travelogue called "Peach Blossom Spring".

He recalled it, nodded and said:

"The main reason is that Tao Yuanming was a hermit hundreds of years ago. He later retired to seclusion. Most of his literary works were lost, and not many of them survive in the world.

"Even if there are, they are treasured by wealthy families and Wenhua families in the north and south. I don't know why Mr. Li is suddenly interested in these two lonely works."

Not noticing the slight change in the expression of the young man in the felt hat in front of him, Yuan Huaimin continued to mutter to himself in frustration:

"At that time, I thought that Mr. Li was interested in the articles of a well-known hermit like Tao Qian because he wanted to become a hermit."

Ouyang Rong nodded: "What about now, do you still think so?"

Yuan Huaimin smiled bitterly, sighed, and looked south out the window in the direction of Guizhou:

"Of course I'm getting more confused.

"This is also the reason why I confessed to Lianghan today. There is something strange in it. I am a little afraid. After thinking about it for a long time, it is better to report it to Lianghan."

Ouyang Rong looked at him, nodded slightly, and first asked:

"But there is one thing I don't understand. Tao Yuanming is a famous person in Xunyang. There are so many famous people in Xunyang who know him. Why did Mr. Li come to Brother Huaimin alone, or secretly visit him late at night?"

Yuan Huaimin scratched his head:

"Someone must have said something to him, so he came here specially, and there is indeed nothing wrong with him.

"I do know one of these two solitary poems. I told them without thinking too much at the time."

Ouyang Rong immediately asked: "Which one?"

"It's the travelogue called Peach Blossom Spring."

Yuan Huaimin raised his chin slightly and said with a little pride:

"Although our Yuan family has declined, after all, our ancestors have lived a long life. From the Northern Wei Dynasty to the Qian and Zhou Dynasties, for three to four hundred years, we have many unique literary works in our family. Tao Yuanming's articles are also included, and Peach Blossom Spring is one of them. Remember, I still have it.

It was once my grandfather's favorite and is included in Gaoge.

"It is a treasure of my Yuan clan. No more outsiders have ever viewed it than one hand."

While he was boasting, Yan Liulang was standing at the door with his piano case in his arms. He lowered his head and looked at the piano case.

Just now, the box body seemed to tremble slightly, like a dragonfly flapping its wings.

This movement is fleeting.

The piano case was motionless at this moment, and Yan Liulang, who was guarding the door, continued to stare intently.

Inside the room, Ouyang Rong relaxed his shoulders, and his originally tight body relaxed a little:

"I see. As expected of the Tuoba family of the former Northern Wei Dynasty, he has a rich family background."

he praised.

Yuan Huaimin said embarrassedly: "Brother Lianghan is too praised."

However, the next moment, he saw Ouyang Rong with a calm expression on his face and said:

"Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Spring, um, is it... the one about the story of the Wuling people in Taiyuan of the Jin Dynasty who made a living by fishing and traveled along streams...?"

Yuan Huaimin was stunned for a moment.

The atmosphere inside the house was silent.

This descendant of the Yuan family was stunned:

"How does Brother Lianghan know this? This is an isolated chapter. Who has heard of this, Brother Lianghan?"

Who did you hear it from?

Oh, the first volume of the People's Education Press edition for eighth grade.

Could it be that I have to tell you this matter like Gui Gu Lai Xi? Ouyang Rong thought to himself.

His face remained normal, and he shook his head:

"Brother Huaimin should know that I served as the county magistrate in Longcheng. This was the last place Tao Yuanming served as an official. I have many ancient books left behind, which I obtained by chance."

Yuan Huaimin looked suspicious: "Seriously?"

"if not?"

Ouyang Rong nodded and asked a few questions:
To be continued...