In fact, Du Ruhui and Sun Simiao did not pay much attention to the content.

What they were surprised was the words written by Yan Qing. They were not very similar to the calligraphy of the Two Wangs that were popular nowadays. Instead, they were written with seal and pens. They changed the thin, hard, clear and mysterious brush strokes that were popular in the Sui Dynasty, and turned into plump and vigorous brushstrokes with broad structures. Only looking at the regular script with magnificent momentum, vigorous and magnificent bones, although they were a little immature, they were enough to shock the three of them. Zhang Zhongjian was better, and Sun Simiao and Du Ruhui looked at Yan Qing like monsters.

This is a font that has never appeared in ancient times. Although it is not as mysterious as the Wei and Jin Dynasties, it exudes a magnificent atmosphere.

Is this really a child's book?

Or, it was done by this child?

"Please also, please pass this letter to Duoduo."

Zheng Yanqing did not notice the eyes of others and handed the letters that had not dried up to the white knight.

The white knight took the letter in surprise and put it in his arms carefully. Then he bowed, "Prince Yan Qing, take care of him!"

After saying that, he turned over and left with his horse and whipped the horse.

After seeing off the white knight, Zheng Yanqing was a little excited...

He wrote a poem like a devil, and he seemed to have lost his energy. He didn't know why he wrote that poem "Bu Suanzi". But after reading the "Farewell Fu" sent by Duoduo, he had a thought of venting.

"Yanqing!"

Just when Zheng Yanqing wanted to return to the carriage, Du Ruhui came to him and grabbed his arm.

"ah?"

"What style of calligraphy did you use just now?"

Zheng Yanqing was stunned at first, and then woke up and secretly shouted "Not good"! He just used Yan style calligraphy he learned in his previous life. Now, Mr. Yan Zhenqing, the founder of Yan style calligraphy, has not been born at all. In other words, he is the first person to use Yan style calligraphy... How should I answer? Yan Qing didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Ruhui, don't want this, but you scared the child."

Seeing Du Ruhui's black face showing a fanatical look, his eyes widened. Zheng Yanqing felt even more at a loss. Sun Simiao couldn't help but step forward to stop Du Ruhui, then squatted down and asked warmly: "Yanqing, tell me, who taught you the style of calligraphy you just used?"

Even if Sun Simiao was killed, he would not believe that such a majestic style of calligraphy would be written by himself.

In his opinion, Zheng Yanqing was born in the Zheng family and it was not surprising that he could read and write. Sun Simiao didn't care much about the slang he just made. Like Du Ruhui, Sun Simiao was concerned about the style of calligraphy used by Yan Qing. Where did it come from?

Zheng Shian frowned and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Sun, my grandson has not yet been taught, and no one has taught him."

Zheng Yanqing's heart skipped a beat and she cried inwardly: It's bad!

Sure enough, Sun Simiao, who had always seemed very calm, began to be excited after hearing what Zheng Shian said.

"Butler Zheng, are you saying that no one taught Yan Qing to write?"

"Yan Qing is only seven years old now and has not had time to go to school. This time he went to Luoyang, he was going to worship Mr. Yan."

"How is this possible?" Sun Simiao exclaimed.

Zheng Shi'an said: "This child has loved writing since he was a child. When he was in Xingyang, he was afraid of wasting paper and ink, so he practiced on the sand. I didn't know what he was doing... Yan Qing, are you practicing calligraphy?"

"Oh, yes!"

Zheng Yanqing gritted his teeth and nodded to admit it.

Zheng Shi'an's words made him unable to make excuses. The most familiar person to his life in Anyuantang was Zheng Shi'an. At this time, lying was easily seen by Zheng Shi'an, and if he didn't do it well, he would backfire.

"But I don't remember, I taught you to read."

Yan Qing thought for a while and replied softly: "Ma Xu taught me how to read. Later, when I was helping the master clean the room, I saw several copybooks... At the beginning, I learned to copy Liu Xiong Monument and Stone Sutra, and later I imitated the Sangluan Post and Yatou Bay Post, but I always felt that it was not satisfactory. Two years ago, I practiced martial arts with Duoduo, and once I saw her dancing with her sword, I gained a little. So I tried to incorporate some sword intent into my writing... I didn't know if it was right."

The Liu Xiong Stele and Stone Sutra were written by Cai Yong, a great scholar in the Eastern Han Dynasty.

The Sangluan Tie was made by Wang Xizhi, and the duck head pill was a treasure of Wang Xianzhi's past. There were indeed these steles and calligraphy in Zheng Dashi's study, and Zheng Shi'an had seen them. But he never expected that these steles and calligraphy would become Zheng Yanqing's shield.

Sun Simiao praised him repeatedly, "This is not a child prodigy, who can do it?"

If this is not a child prodigy, who can afford to be the word "child prodigy". As for Zhang Zhongjian, his blue eyes are shining brightly.

He nodded repeatedly and praised: "A real child prodigy, a real child prodigy!

No wonder Yan Qing's calligraphy style has a strong pen tip, just like Jing Qing pressing the sword, Fan Kuai holding the shield, like Vajra's eyes, and the strong man swings his fists, and he actually came from the sword dancing. It's really amazing, it's really amazing... I have been practicing martial arts for thirty years, but I don't know that it's so mysterious."

Zhang Zhongjian's praise made Yan Qing blush.

Du Ruhui suddenly grabbed Yan Qing's hand, "Yan Qing, why don't you leave a post for me and wait until I go back to understand it?"

"Ruhui, how can you be so rude?"

Sun Simiao quickly blamed and said in a deep voice: "Such a wonderful article should be shared, how can you monopolize it?"

"Yes, yes, just share it."

Zhang Zhongjian nodded repeatedly and expressed his agreement.

Zheng Yanqing scratched his head and smiled bitterly: "It was only for a moment that he could write that kind of text.

If I asked me to write again at this time, I would be afraid it would be as difficult as it was just now."

Sun Simiao said: "Yan Qing said very well. Since this is the case, it is better for us to walk together. I can't say when I will feel it?"

It seems that these three people will never give up until they get the copybook.

Yan Qing wanted to refuse, but he didn't know how to refuse.

"Yan Qing, since Mr. Sun spoke, you might as well agree. If it really doesn't work, we can rest in Yanshi for a day."

Zheng Shi'an knew that this was a good opportunity for Zheng Yanqing to become famous.

Although the three people in front of him were all white, they were not small. Zhang Zhongjian was the son of Zhang Jiling and had a close relationship with the powerful and nobles in Chang'an; Sun Simiao was known as a saint, and even Yang Jian respected him extremely. As for Du Ruhui, although he was famous and had no fame, he was also a child of an official, so he might be able to help Zheng Yanqing.

Anyway, none of these three people can be offended!

Zheng Yanqing had no choice but to nod and agreed.

Sun Simiao and the other two were overjoyed and became much more intimate with Zheng Shi'an's grandson.

Zhang Zhongjian was going to Chang'an, Du Ruhui's hometown was also in Guanzhong. Sun Simiao was going to enter the river and go to Mount Emei, and just passed by Guanzhong. The three of them had to detour Luoyang, and they were also on the same route with Zheng Shi'an's grandson. After the two sides discussed, they simply merged the convoys together.

At this time, it was already dawn, and everyone packed their luggage and set off.

Zheng Yanqing sat in the car, thinking about countermeasures.

When the convoy was bypassing Shouyang Mountain, he suddenly heard a faint singing voice accompanied by a drum music.

"parking!"

Zheng Yanqing listened with his ears and suddenly changed color.

He shouted, walked out of the carriage, stood on the shaft, and looked up.

The singing echoes in the mountains for a long time.

The rays of light are as bright as the paint, colorful and gorgeous. A red sun emerges from the mountains, which is particularly spectacular. In a vague way, Yan Qing saw a shadow shaking on the mountain top in the distance. Although the distance is far away and it is not very real, he knows that Duoduo is there.

Because the song was exactly what he had done before, "Bu Suanzi".

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...

Zheng Yanqing wanted to jump out of the car, but Zheng Shi'an grabbed his arm tightly, "Yanqing, you can't get over now!"

"grandfather……"

Zheng Shi'an's face was gloomy and shouted sternly: "Can't you get off Cheng Zhuang Road?"

The convoy was moving slowly in the singing.

Zheng Yanqing gritted his teeth and suddenly pounded his chest with his hands, bowing to the shadowy figure on the hill.

He believed that Duoduo would definitely see it.

I just hope that your heart is like my heart and will never let down my lovesickness!
Chapter completed!