Song Yun hurriedly put away the paper that had been transcribed and waited for the ink to dry, so he quickly put it away, kicked it into his arms, picked up the danqing that was piled aside by himself, and hurriedly stroked the dust on it with his sleeve.

This danqing was originally spotless, but it was just thrown away by himself like this, but it was a lot dirty, and if it was discovered by Song Renju, this matter would be even more unclear.

Thinking about it, Song Yun was about to put away the scroll in front of him, but he didn't know why, he was a little reluctant, Song Yun looked at the woman in the painting greedily, and couldn't help but reach out and gently stroked the fair cheeks of the woman in the painting.

I had never seen such a beautiful woman, wearing a white light sarla skirt, sitting on a stone chair in the shade, draped in green silk, the breeze blowing, and her hair gently rose with the breeze.

Ten fingers slender, caressing the strings, a smile between the corners of the mouth, as if singing the April day in the world, in front of the gurgling water, gently wriggling, small bridges flowing water, sunset West Mountain.

I don't know if it's the peerless shuangjiao of the woman in this painting or the tenderness of the painter, it only makes people feel that this danqing is lifelike, and there is a sound of silk and bamboo in the ears.

I only feel that there is a kind of contrast between the person in the painting and the person in the painting, and the meaning of the secret promise.

Thinking about it, Song Yun didn't say anything, gently rolled up the danqing again, stepped on the chair, stood on tiptoe, and put the danqing back on the shelf.

Cautiously walked down from above, patted the dust on his hands and body, thought about it, and was about to walk towards the outside of the mansion, now he is not in a hurry to go to Song Zi to ask for someone, he has more important things to do.

Thinking about it, he went to the stable, took his Bao'er out, rode Bao'er out of the Tingwei Mansion, and went all the way to the west, looking for the most famous old scholar within a hundred miles - Ouyang Jie.

This old gentleman can pinch and calculate, and the whole person is also very mysterious, but especially the seven-string guqin, it is around the beam for three days, and the aftermath is lingering, Song Yun admires him even more, I remember that in my previous life, I wanted to learn from him many times, but I was rejected.

He has only one closed disciple, surnamed Chu Mingxing, and the relationship with Song Yun is a bit of love and killing, and the two of them get together on weekdays to fight and fight the piano.

His own skills are all stolen from fighting the piano with Chu Xing, Ouyang Jie also turns a blind eye to this, and occasionally when he is in a good mood, he will step forward to give some pointers, so Song Yun can be regarded as half of his closed disciple.

I haven't come to this silk bamboo pavilion for more than three months, and I just turned over and dismounted, and walked into the yard with my left foot, and I heard "Oh! This voice is familiar to Song Yun, it is the sound of pulling the strings heavily, it seems that the old gentleman and Chu Xing already know about their arrival.

This Chu Xing is still so naïve, and now he is such a big person, he is still so naïve.

In the previous life, fortunately, these two people lived in seclusion, and they were not heard from after they entered the palace, so they were saved from death, and it was also guilty, it was because they were too cowardly to give others the opportunity to hurt the closest people around them.

"Come on, fight again." Suddenly, a man's voice floated from a distance, and suddenly a guqin flew from the air and flew in the direction of Song Yun.

Song Yun was startled by the sudden voice and hurriedly reached out to pick it up.

Sure enough, under Song Yun's precise hand, the guqin successfully fell to the ground, only to hear a click, the qin was broken in half, Song Yun hurriedly leaned down, a distressed face.

"You stinky boy, don't practice the piano well, and throw the piano around?" Before Song Yun could attack, the voice of the old gentleman speaking was heard not far away, followed by Chu Xing's wail.

"Master, I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again...... It hurts, it hurts! Looking in the direction, I saw that the old gentleman was stretching out his hand and twisting Chu Xing's ears vigorously.

Song Yun watched from the side, and couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth with a touch of arc, and laughed out loud, Chu Xing rolled his eyes at Song Yun violently, and the old gentleman twisted it even harder, and Chu Xing screamed in pain.

"Little junior sister, you are still watching there, hurry up and help me intercede." In Chu Xing's opinion, although Song Yun did not formally learn art, he had long regarded her as his little junior sister.

At this time, Song Yun was a little embarrassed, and it was not to help him intercede, nor was it to intercede, but it was quite embarrassing, but fortunately, the old gentleman at this time let go of his hand in time.

Seeing that Chu Xing's right ear had been pinched red, the old gentleman was still angry, he stretched out his foot and kicked Chu Xing's buttocks, and Chu Xing directly ran out a few feet away.

"If you can't fix the piano before tonight, you won't be allowed to eat dinner!" Old Mr. Ouyang said angrily.

"Ah...... Hey, it's the master's ......" Chu Xing responded extremely reluctantly, Song Yun snickered on the side, and Old Mr. Ouyang turned his head and looked at Song Yun.

"I don't know what the princess is doing here?" Ouyang Jie asked respectfully, on the surface, it seemed to be very respectful, but Song Yun knew him best.

How could a person who didn't bend his waist for five buckets of rice care about his titular future concubine? But Song Yun couldn't help but admire a little, the west of the city is secluded and far away, suitable for learning the piano to spend time, but I didn't expect this old gentleman to even know the news that he was going to marry Qin Shihao, and he really didn't go out to know the world!

"Master, Yun'er came today to ask for something." Song Yun said, then took out the paper he had just transcribed from his arms, handed it to Ouyang Jie in front of him with both hands, and then said, "I don't know if the master knows what kind of sign this is." ”

The old gentleman took the paper and studied it carefully, and Chu Xing in front of him began to sarcastically mock Song Yun: "Why do you want to marry such a thing?" If you want to marry him, don't call me senior brother after you marry him. ”

"You don't talk about it." Song Yun said and used his hand as he seemed to have no intention, but in fact, he stretched out his elbow and slammed towards Chu Xing on the side.

Chu Xing was so stunned by himself that he almost vomited blood, coughed vigorously, stretched out his hand and rubbed it, and looked at Song Yun with a resentful expression.

"This is the symbol of the Chen State in the north, the eagle's head to the west is the subordinate, and the eagle's head to the east is the important ministers of the Chen State or the emperor's relatives." After the old gentleman finished speaking, he refolded the paper and handed it to Song Yun, without saying a word of superfluous words.

Listening to the old gentleman's words, Song Yun looked at the piece of paper in his hand, and the eagle's head was facing east, could it be that Song Renju had always lived in his heart was the daughter of the dignitaries of the Chen State?

Song Yun couldn't help but smack his tongue a little, he didn't expect that Song Renju, who had a dog-legged face, still had a heart of treason, after all, he heard that he had been at odds with Chen for more than ten years, and there were many wars, especially in the north of the border between the two countries, which was even more poor and remote, and the weather was cold.

And Qin Jingnan was going to be assigned to the north by Qin Shihao, it seemed that he wanted Qin Jingnan to go and never return.