At dawn, it started drizzling.

In the field, light fog rose, like a illusion and reality. As soon as the sky was dawn, farmers were busy among the ridges of the fields, wearing straw raincoats and straw hats. There was a bit of freedom and freedom in this field that seemed like a fairyland. The loud singing lingers in the sky, and the green mountains in the distance were faintly hidden, which was particularly moving.

"In a few days, it will be Qingming Festival!"

Zheng Shi'an hugged Zheng Yanqing and sat in the car, with one leg hanging aside, looking at the poetic and beautiful scenery, and suddenly said.

He was wearing a straw raincoat and a straw straw hat, which looked a bit like a hermit.

The bumpy night weakened his resentment a lot. At the drizzle of dawn, he was pulled out of the oil tent by Zheng Yanqing.

The straw raincoats and straw raincoats were all given by Zheng Weishan.

Yan Qing felt more and more that Zheng Weishan was very unusual.

Now his grandparents and grandchildren are escorted back to Xingyang; to put it bluntly, they are escorted back to Xingyang, which is the same as the prisoner. However, Zheng Weishan's attitude towards Zheng Shi'an is still respectful, and he has not been neglected at all because of the change in Zheng Shi'an's identity. Fortunately, Zheng Weishan sent someone to notify Li Ji last night, so Dou Wei came forward to testify, which allowed Zheng Yanqing to clear his grievances. This kind of kindness alone is enough to make Yan Qing look at him with admiration.

No matter what his intention is, this person is definitely worthy of friendship.

Hearing Zheng Shi'an's grandson talking, Zheng Weishan rode on the horse and felt aroused in his heart.

He urged his horse to go forward, and walked in parallel with the oil caravan, and said with a smile: "When you have such a scenery, why not write a poem to meet the landscape."

Zheng Yanqing laughed when he heard this!

He looked at the drizzle and the already blurred world in the rain and fog, and pondered without saying a word.

After a moment, he whispered: "Peach and plum blossoms laugh during the Qingming Festival, and the wild fields and the deserted tombs are filled with sorrow.

Thunder shocks the world, dragons and snakes hibernate, and rain stole the grass and trees in the suburbs are soft.

People beg for sacrifice to my noble concubines and wives, and the scholars are willing to burn them to death.

The wise and foolish know who is, and they are all full of weeds.

After leaving Luoyang, Yan Qing seemed to have lost many concerns.

After he recited the poem, he let out a long sigh and looked at Zheng Weishan, "Uncle Zheng, how about this poem?"

Zheng Weishan's face changed, and he looked at Yan Qing with a complicated look, and said nothing for a long time. People begged to sacrifice to me for my concubine and wife, and the scholar was willing to burn him to death... Unjust marquis! Only this sentence is enough to show Yan Qing's integrity and pride in his heart, this is a true famous scholar!

During the Qingming Festival, the spring thunder awakens everything.

The spring rain makes the earth lush grass and the peaches and plums bloom. But in the deserted fields, it is the cemetery of the dead. The dead are sleeping underground, making the living even more sad. The four sentences of the beginning are just on the theme of Qingming Festival.

In ancient times, a Qi man went to the cemetery every day to steal food for others to pay homage to his relatives. He went home with a greasy mouth and bragged to others, without dignity. But there is another kind of person in this world, just like Jie Zitui in the Spring and Autumn Period, after helping Duke Wen of Jin to establish the country, he would rather live in seclusion in the mountains, even if Duke Wen of Jin set fire to the mountain, he would rather bow his head.

In fact, no matter whether it is wise or stupid, it is inevitable in the end, and it is just a hill of weeds. But people must have dignity when they live!

Zheng Yanqing used this poem to express his attitude: is a dignified death or a humble life?

Zheng Weishan knew that Yan Qing was not very talented, and just asked him to write poems, but he just started to think about it to avoid being too lonely on the road.

But he knew that Yan Qing had actually done it, and it was more in line with his experience as the attractions.

Although I am a slave, I will live with dignity and will not waver my tail to anyone. Even if I die, I will never bow my head.

Yan Qinggang experienced an injustice, and he used this poem to express his state of mind at this moment.

At a young age, he actually has such sentiment?

Zheng Weishan couldn't help but suck his hands and exclaimed immediately, "Yan Qing's talent is incomparable to Cao Zijian."

Cao Zijian was Cao Zhi, the son of Cao Cao. He was collectively known as San Cao, together with his father Cao Cao and his brother Cao Pi, and founded An Wenfeng.

Zheng Weishan used Cao Zhi's words to celebrate, which has a deeper meaning.

Xie Lingyun, a poet of the Southern Dynasty, once said: The world is talented and one stone is the only one stone, and Zi Jian has eight dou, and I have one dou, and the world is divided into one dou.

What the implication is that Yan Qing has compared to Cao Zhi with this poem, and will definitely be the leader in the literary world in the future. Although Zheng Weishan is a martial artist, he was born in the Zheng family and had a low vision. He was able to praise him like this, which shows how high his evaluation of Yan Qing was.

Zheng Yanqing couldn't understand what Zheng Weishan said, so he just smiled faintly.

But in Zheng Weishan's eyes, his smile became more mysterious and more famous in morale... This is called self-confidence!

"Young brother, there is Wan'an Mountain in front of you, and you can see the beautiful scenery of Wan'an Stone Forest.

I remember there was a wine shop on the mountain, which was a unique taste... Why not just let me be the organizer and ask the housekeeper and the young brother to have a rest?"

From calling him first name to calling him a young brother, it also represents a change in Zheng Weishan's attitude.

Zheng Shian looked at Yan Qing proudly and hugged him hard, "In this way, you will spend money on your good deeds!"

"Young brother, I still have a reluctance to ask."

"Uncle Zheng, please speak."

"I'll take a break in the restaurant later. Can you ask my young brother to copy the poem just now for me?"

Zheng Yanqing looked at Zheng Shi'an, then nodded and said, "As long as Uncle Zheng doesn't dislike the ugly writing of me, I'll write it out."

"Hahaha, young brother, if you say your words are ugly, then there is no one in the world who can write."

As he spoke, Zheng Weishan ordered to his entourage: "Chang Wan'an Mountain, I'll invite everyone to drink and wait until the rain stops before embarking on the road."

The entourages did not know why Zheng Weishan was so polite to Zheng Shi'an's grandson.

But Zheng Weishan was a master and the Zheng family. The entourages were happy to drink, so they agreed in unison.

The oil caravan suddenly turned around at the corner of Guan Road, heading towards the foggy Wan'an Mountain...

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Yan Shigu took Xu Shiji and Zheng Hongyi to chase Zheng Yanqing's grandparents and grandchildren.

But Zheng Renji still couldn't calm down, so he sat in the study room, looking at the rest of the book desk, and refused to speak for a long time.

Mrs. Cui was frightened, but she didn't dare to speak.

He could only hold his daughter, sit aside, and accompany Jung In-ki.

I thought I was just killing a slave, but I didn’t expect that it caused so many changes. Is that slave still a slave?

"What a pity, what a pity!"

Zheng Renji looked at Yan Qing's remnant writings and shook his head repeatedly.

Mrs. Cui couldn't help asking, "Master, what a pity?"

"This article has not been written, otherwise it will definitely become the foundation of calligraphy for all the people in the world. Since the Eight Methods of Yong's Characters appeared, no one has been able to write such articles systematically. Such good words, such good articles... It's a pity, it's a pity!"

When Zheng Renji thought of such a good article, he actually destroyed it, he couldn't help but feel extremely upset.

But he didn't know what to say, and after a moment he whispered: "Madam, go and have someone go and send Cui Daolin and his son on the way."

"ah?"

Mrs. Cui was shocked and blurted out: "Why?"

"If they don't die, you may not be able to get rid of it."

"Really, to kill them?"

Zheng Renji's face was cold, "If they don't die, then you can go back to Zhengzhou."

In other words, if you want to protect Cui Daolin and his son, I have to leave you and let you go back to your hometown in Zhengzhou. Mrs. Cui's heart was cold. She couldn't help but take a breath, but she didn't expect that things would turn out like this.

"Someone will always be unlucky, you can choose."

Mrs. Choi didn't dare to ask why anymore, put her daughter beside Jung In-ki, stood up and said, "I'll go and send them on the way now."

Jung In-ki closed her eyes and showed a look of fatigue.

How should this matter end?

Zheng Renji knew that no matter whether he liked Zheng Shi'an or not, he would now invite Zheng Shi'an back and re-appoint the position of steward. But the question is, can Zheng Shi'an agree? If Zheng Shi'an does not agree, he will have no choice. After all, Zheng Shi'an is not just a steward of the Zheng family, but he adopted a grandson, but he was also the one who even the emperor and the crown prince was paying attention to... Therefore, he had to take the lead and kill Cui Daolin and his son to calm down Zheng Shi'an's resentment.

As for Cui Daolin and his son, the whole family is slave!

Even though the father and son are loyal to Jung In-ki, Jung In-ki has no choice.

Could it be that if Mr. Choi Daolin and his son have not killed him? Mrs. Choi has worked with him over the years, and it is difficult for Zheng Renji to make up his mind to divorce Mrs. Choi. Besides, this wife is not allowed to divorce just by saying that she can. After all, there is a Qinghe Cui family behind Mrs. Choi. He is not willing to let Zheng Renji offend the Cui family.

The rain fell down the ridge, crackling and slight crackling.

When Zheng Renji was considering how to appease Zheng Shi'an's grandson, a train of horses came outside the gate of Zheng's mansion.

After being tossed all night, the door looked outside curiously and saw dozens of guards approaching, surrounding a carriage in the middle. Immediately after the curtain of the carriage was lifted, an old man with white hair and beard walked down bravely.

"Master!"

The door saw the old man clearly and couldn't help but be shocked.

What day is this, and why is the master here?

The old man who walked out of the car turned out to be the head of Anyuantang's family, Dashi Zheng. He saw that he was full of red face, but after getting off the car, he was not in a hurry to go in. Behind him, two more people walked out of the car. One was an old man and the other was a middle-aged man.

After getting off the car, the old man smiled and said, "It made me so hard that I was so hard. Brother Zheng is indeed stronger and stronger. He is worthy of being the head of Anyuantang. He is ten years older than me, but if you say that you have such a body, I can't compare with Brother Zheng."

Master Zheng smiled and bowed, "Young brother is polite!"

As he spoke, he and the old man walked hand in hand into the door. The middle-aged man followed behind, looking relaxed.

He was wearing a blue shirt and a pair of black boots, but he looked a little old. He wore a hat on his head and a jade belt on his waist. He looked strange and beautiful. He had a unique and extraordinary temperament in his every move and gesture, and a warm smile on his face.
To be continued...