In fact, Du Ruhui and Sun Simiao didn't pay much attention to the content.

What surprised them was Yan Qing's words. It is not the same as the popular Erwang calligraphy, but the line is based on the pen of the seal, which changed the thin and hard Qingxuan pen that was popular in the Sui Dynasty, and turned into a plump and majestic, broad brushwork. Just look at the magnificent, strong and awe-inspiring regular scripts, although they are still a little immature, but they are enough to shock the three of them. Zhang Zhongjian is better, Sun Simiao and Du Ruhui look at Yanqing like monsters.

This is a font that has never appeared in ancient times, although it does not have the beauty of the Wei and Jin dynasties, but it exudes a majestic atmosphere.

Is this really a child's book?

Or is it the work of this little child?

"Please also send this letter to Duoduo."

Zheng Yanqing didn't notice the eyes of the others, and handed the letter that had not yet dried to the white knight.

The white knight took the letter in surprise and carefully put it in his arms. Then he arched his hand, "Yanqing Gongzi take care!" ”

After speaking, he turned over his horse and led people to beat the horse and whip away.

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

The ghost made a god write a word, and the whole person seemed to lose his spirit at once. He didn't know why he wrote that "Fortune Operator", but after reading "Farewell Fu" sent by Duoduo, he had a desire to vent.

"Yanqing!"

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

"Huh?"

"What kind of book did you just use?"

Zheng Yanqing was stunned at first, and then came to his senses. It's not good to scream! What he used just now was the Yanti calligraphy he had learned in his previous life. And now, the founder of Yan Ti calligraphy, Mr. Yan Zhenqing, was not born at all. In other words, he was the first to use Yan style calligraphy...... How to answer? Yan Qing didn't know what to do for a while.

"Ruyan, you don't want to be like this, but you frighten the children."

Seeing Du Ruhui's black face showing fanaticism, a pair of eyes widened. And Zheng Yanqing felt even more overwhelmed. Sun Simiao couldn't help but stepped forward to stop Du Ruhui, then squatted down, and asked Wen Yan: "Yanqing, tell me, who taught you the style of writing you used just now?" ”

Sun Simiao would not believe that such a majestic book would be from the hand of Yan Qing.

In his mind, it is not surprising that Zheng Yanqing was born in the Zheng family and can read and write. The slang song he did just now, Sun Simiao didn't pay much attention to it. Like Du Ruhui, Sun Simiao is concerned about the style of books used by Yanqing, where does it come from?

Zheng Shi'an frowned on the side, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Sun, my grandson has not yet gone to school, and no one has taught him." ”

Zheng Yanqing sighed in his heart and secretly screamed: It's broken!

Sure enough, Sun Simiao, who had always seemed very calm, began to get excited after hearing Zheng Shi'an's words.

"Steward Zheng, you mean that no one taught Yanqing to write?"

"Yanqing is only seven years old now, and he hasn't had time to go to school yet. This time I went to Luoyang, just to worship under Mr. Yan. ”

"How is this possible?" Sun Simiao exclaimed.

Zheng Shi'an said: "This child likes to write since he was a child, and when he was in Xingyang, he was afraid of wasting paper and ink, so he practiced on the sand. It wasn't clear what he was doing...... Yanqing, are you practicing calligraphy? ”

"Oh yes!"

Zheng Yanqing stiffened his head and nodded in acknowledgement.

Zheng Shi'an's words made him unable to find an excuse to shirk. His life in Anyuan Hall is most familiar to Zheng Shi'an. At this time, telling a lie is easy for Zheng Shi'an to see, and if he doesn't get it right, it will be self-defeating.

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

Yan Qing thought for a while and replied softly: "Mother Xu taught me to read and write, and later when I was helping the eldest master clean his room, I saw a few calligraphy...... At first, I learned to copy Liu Xiong's stele and stone scriptures, and later imitated the funeral post and the Yatou Bay sticker, 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 a sword, and I gained a little. So I tried to incorporate some sword intent into my writing...... I just don't know if it's right or wrong. ”

Liu Xiong's stele and stone scripture are written by Cai Yong, a great Confucian in the Eastern Han Dynasty.

The funeral post was made by Wang Xizhi, and the duck head pill paste was the heirloom of Wang Xianzhi. In Zheng Dashi's study, there are indeed these tablets, and Zheng Shi'an has also seen them. But he never expected that these tablets would become Zheng Yanqing's shields.

Sun Simiao was surprised again and again, "This is not a prodigy, who can deserve it?" ”

If this is not a prodigy, who can be worthy of the word 'prodigy'. As for Zhang Zhongjian, his blue eyes flashed brightly.

He nodded again and again and praised: "True prodigy, true prodigy!"

No wonder in Yanqing's book style, the pen is strong, like Jing Qing pressing the sword, and Fan Hao embracing the shield. Like King Kong's disgust, the wrestler swings his fist, it actually comes from the dancing sword, it is really powerful, it is really powerful...... I have been practicing martial arts for 30 years, but I didn't know that there was such a mystery. ”

Zhang Zhongjian's praise made Yan Qing's face red.

Du Ruhui suddenly grabbed Yan Qing's hand, "Yan Qing, why don't you leave a note for me, and figure it out when I go back?" ”

"How can you be so rude?"

Sun Simiao hurriedly reproached, and said in a deep voice: "Such a wonderful article, it should be shared, how can you monopolize it alone?" ”

"That's right, that's right, share it."

Zhang Zhongjian also nodded again and again in agreement.

Zheng Yanqing scratched his head and said with a wry smile: "The kid only felt something in his heart for a while, and he could write that kind of text."

If I were to write again at this time, I was afraid that it would be difficult to do what I had just done. ”

Sun Simiao said: "What Yan Qing said is extremely true, since this is the case, it is better for us to go together." I can't tell you when I felt it? ”

It seems that these three people will not give up if they don't get the copybook.

Yan Qing had the intention to shirk, but he didn't know how to refuse.

"Yanqing, since Mr. Sun has spoken, you might as well agree. If it really doesn't work, we can rest in Yanshi for a while. ”

Zheng Shi'an knew that this was a good opportunity for Zheng Yanqing to make a name for himself.

The three people in front of him, although they are all white, are not small. Zhang Zhongjian is the son of Zhang Jiling and has a close relationship with the Chang'an magnates; Sun Simiao has the reputation of a holy child, and even Yang Jian has great respect for him. As for Du Ruhui, although he is not famous and famous, he is also the son of an official eunuch, so he may be able to help Zheng Yanqing with something.

In short, none of these three can be offended!

Zheng Yanqing was helpless, so he had to nod and agree.

Sun Simiao and the three of them were suddenly overjoyed, and they also became a lot affectionate to Zheng Shi'an's ancestors and grandchildren.

Zhang Zhongjian is going to Chang'an, and Du Ruhui's hometown is also in Guanzhong. And Sun Simiao was going to enter Sichuan and go to Mount Emei, passing by Guanzhong. The three of them have to make a detour to Luoyang, and Zheng Shi'an's ancestors and grandsons can be regarded as the same road. After the two sides discussed, the teams were simply merged.

At this time, the sky was already bright, and everyone packed their bags and set off.

Zheng Yanqing sat in the car, thinking about countermeasures.

When the convoy rounded Shouyang Mountain, it suddenly heard a faint singing sound, accompanied by a burst of drum music.

"Stop!"

Zheng Yanqing listened attentively and suddenly changed color.

He shouted, stepped out of the carriage, stood on the wheel, and looked up.

The song echoes in the mountains for a long time.

The glow is like a slight, colorful and gorgeous. A round of red light comes out of the mountains, which is particularly spectacular. Vaguely, Yan Qing saw a figure swaying on the top of the mountain in the distance. Although the distance was far away and he couldn't really see it, he knew that Duoduo was there.

Because, that song is the "Fortune Operator" he did before.

I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. It is said that Sijun does not see you, and drinks the water of the Yangtze River.

When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart will be like my heart and live up to my love......

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

"Grandpa......"

Zheng Shi'an's face was gloomy, and he shouted: "Can't afford to hurry? ”

The convoy marched slowly to the sound of songs.

Zheng Yanqing gritted his teeth, suddenly beat his chest with his hand, and waved his hand towards the figure on the mountain.

He believed that Duoduo would be able to see it.

I only hope that your heart is like my heart, and I will live up to my love!

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