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Chapter Eleven My Heart is Like a King's Heart (Continued 1)

After such an episode, the atmosphere between both sides became lively.

Zheng Shi'an invited Zhang Zhongjian and others to the camp to have a drink, but Zhang Zhongjian, Sun Simiao and Du Ruhui were not polite.

Everyone drank happily until late at night.

Zhang Zhongjian and others said goodbye and left, while Zheng Shi'an walked into the car and woke up Zheng Yanqing who was already asleep.

"Grandpa, what are you doing!"

"Yan Qing, what you said to Du Ruhui today... I mean, why are you talking lies? When did the eldest son mention him? You have never even met Mr. Yan Shigu, how can you know Mr. Yan's evaluation?"

In a daze, Zheng Yanqing said softly: "Don't bully the young man, he is in poverty today, how can he know that he will not be successful tomorrow?"

"ah?"

Zheng Shian was stunned and did not ask any further questions.

Yan Qing crawled on his legs and fell asleep deeply. However, Zheng Shi'an was excited and looked at Yan Qing with complex eyes.

Don’t bully the young man and be poor!

Yanqing, Yanqing, are you talking about Du Ruhui or yourself?

For a moment, Zheng Shian felt confused and at a loss. He had a premonition that the little grandson in front of him would not follow the path he arranged... Maybe Yan Qing would have an amazing future?

No, he is still a low-key family now, and for his future, he needs to be resolved as soon as possible.

When Zheng Shian thought of this, he fell into deep thought.

As dawn approaches, a shimmer of white light appears in the sky.

The bonfires in both camps have been extinguished, and everyone is in a sweet dream.

Just then, a rapid sound of horse hooves came.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of a gong woke Zheng Shi'an and Yan Qing from their sleep.

"What happened to do good?"

Outside the carriage, Zheng Weishan replied: "I don't know, it's the sound of the gong on Zhang Zhongjian's side."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Zhongjian shouted loudly: "Who is the one? If you don't stop, you will be shooting an arrow!"

"Don't do it, don't do it!"

The horse Xi Yuyu neighed and echoed in the sky at dawn. Immediately afterwards, someone shouted: "I dare to ask, is it the camp of Zheng's Anyuantang?"

Looking for us?

Zheng Shi'an took Zheng Yanqing's hand and walked out of the carriage. Standing on the shaft, he raised his eyes and saw more than ten war horses parked in front of him. The knights on the horse were all wearing white clothes, with white square scarfs on his head, and even holding bright swords in his hands.

Zheng Shi'an frowned and signaled Zheng Weishan to answer.

"I am Zheng Weishan, Anyuantang. How dare I ask which friend comes to visit?"

The white knight on the horse turned his head and said to the camp of the Zheng family's convoy: "Do you dare to ask Zheng Yanqing, can you be inside?"

Looking for Yanqing?

This time, not only Zheng Shi'an, but Zheng Yanqing also found it strange.

He didn't know these men in white, and since he was a child, he had never walked out of Xingyang. How could anyone know him?

But judging by the tone, the other party had no malicious intentions.

So Yan Qing took a step forward, "I am Zheng Yanqing, who are you?"

The knight immediately glanced at Yan Qing, then slammed the saddle and walked forward. Zheng Weishan and others immediately showed a look of vigilance. On the other hand, Zhang Zhongjian, Sun Simiao and others also rushed over and watched the white-clothed knight walk to Yan Qing in confusion.

"My lady has something to hand it over to Mr. Yan Qing."

"I am!"

The white knight nodded, took out a small bag from his arms, and handed it to Yan Qing's hand.

Wrapped in white cloth, there are handwritings on it. Inside the package, there is a strand of black hair, an jade handle, and a dagger with a green shark leather scabbard. Yan Qing recognized it at a glance that the dagger was a green bead dagger carried by Duoduo.

He couldn't help but exclaim, and he quickly called the knight and asked softly: "Duoduo, is she okay? Have she left anything?"

"Miss, it's not easy to show up now.

There is a message on the package. You can take a closer look at it... I will not disturb you anymore. Mr. Yan Qing, say goodbye."

"Slow down!"

Zheng Yanqing grabbed the white knight's arm.

But the knight's arm was like a swimming fish. He obviously grabbed it, but he broke free from Zheng Yanqing's hand strangely.

"Young Master Yan Qing, is there anything else?"

"You wait!"

Zheng Yanqing turned around, Zheng Shi'an had already ordered people to light a torch and walked to him. As the torch was shining, he saw that the white cloth was densely written with beautiful small calligraphy: It is not necessarily the case that the Qin and Wu were separated from the country, and Yan and Song were separated from thousands of miles away. Or the spring moss began to grow, and the autumn wind suddenly rose. Therefore, the walking boy was heartbroken and felt sad...

This is the "Farewell Fu" written by Jiang Yan, a famous scholar in the Southern Dynasty. The sentence "The only difference is the only difference" pointed out in it is very famous. Zheng Yanqing's cheeks twitched, and he couldn't help but feel sad. The black hair was cut off by Duoduo.

"Grandpa, do you have a pen?"

Zheng Shi'an was still wondering, could Yan Qing know how to read?

When he saw him writing and drawing, he thought it was a child's trick, but Zheng Shi'an didn't pay attention.

This is "Farewell Fu". He, a child, can understand such things? For the first time, Zheng Shi'an began to face Yan Qing. He felt more and more that Yan Qing was unusual. However, since he hated paper and pen, Zheng Shi'an would not refuse.

Du Ruhui, who was standing beside him suddenly said, "I have a pen here, Yan Qing, what are you going to do?"

He carried the package with him, which contained book, paper and pen.

He placed it on the shaft of the car, handed the brush to Yan Qing, then took out a inkstone and looked at Yan Qing Momo curiously.

Not only Du Ruhui was surprised, but also Sun Simiao and Zhang Zhongjian were curious.

They don’t know who Duoduo is, but they can also guess a clue. However, Duoduo uses a "Farewell Fu" to express the sadness of parting. Is it possible that Zheng Yanqing wants to get along with him? If this is true, this kid is really not simple.

Zheng Yanqing did not think as much as Du Ruhui and others thought.

Holding the black hair in my hand, it seems that there is still the body temperature of the dog. An article "Farewell Fu" has already explained the sadness in my heart when I parted.

No matter what the reason is, Yan Qing knew that Duoduo was already concerned about herself.

When we were together, we didn’t feel anything. We played with each other and even made sarcasm. But after we parted, we realized the warmth of the past. Jiang Yan’s sentence “Those who are sad are only separated” can be said to have fully explained the samadhi.

Alas, if you have pedophiles, just pedophiles, if you have lolicopin, just lolicopin!

Yan Qing pondered for a moment and wrote quickly on the paper.

I live on the head of the Yangtze River, and you live on the tail of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day but don’t see you, so I drink the water of the Yangtze River together.

When will this water stop? When will this hatred be gone? I just hope that your heart is like my heart and will not let down my lovesickness...

A text of "Bu Suanzi" is enough.

Ci, this form, has not yet emerged here. Because it is a lyric of music, it is also called lyrics of music and long and short sentences.

During the Sui and Tang Dynasties, poetry had already taken shape, but it was not finalized.

In the eyes of many people, this is just a kind of slang between the market and is not worth promoting. However, any art form, as long as it appears, has its own space for survival. Of course, among the superiors, lyrics are just paths.

But the question is, how old is Yan Qing?

I am at the head of the Yangtze River, and you are at the tail of the Yangtze River. No one can see you, but you drink all the Yangtze River water. In fact, Duoduo and Yan Qing are breathing under the same sky. Even if they are thousands of miles apart, what is it?

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I had to update the first time in the morning.

I have to go out to do business in the morning and may not come back at noon, so I have to put the first update in the early morning.

The second update is around five o'clock. From this chapter, the heroes of the Sui and Tang Dynasties will appear one after another.
Chapter completed!
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