Guarding the strong son, Hu Zhengyuan's eyes were basically swollen like walnuts, and when Wu Xian went in, he looked very sad. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Although he knew that asking questions at this time seemed to be very uncaring for Hu Zhengyuan's emotions, Wu Xian still had to ask, after all, this matter was probably the last wish of Qiangzi.

These days, Hadron has been doing all kinds of frightening behaviors in all kinds of pain and struggle.

According to the doctor's meaning, he has really never seen this situation before, and Qiangzi is almost a poisonous person now.

Although the little thing like Pixiu has tried its best to absorb the toxins on the hadron, in order not to destroy the delicate balance of various snake venoms in his body, the little things can only leave some residual poison more or less, lest one toxin take the upper hand and suppress the other snake venom and take Hadron's life by the way.

The more you go later, the more you have to control it carefully, but the little things are getting more and more tired, and the manpower is sometimes even more than an unknown little thing?

Of course, these martial sages don't know, all they can see is that Qiangzi has been in a coma, often talking nonsense, and occasionally all kinds of behaviors are out of control, which is simply heart-wrenching, he is still a child!

The more he thought about Wu Xian, the more guilty he felt, what he hoped most now was that the Jiangnan Mansion Treasury case that let the Hu family die unjustly would not have anything to do with his father, although Wu Xian also felt that the hope was so slim.

"Yuan'er, I found out a little bit in Qiangzi's original room, and I want to inquire about something." Wu Xian said.

Looking at Wu Xian's eyes, there was some resentment and sadness, Hu Zhengyuan always couldn't forget the picture he saw when he broke into Wu Xian's room that night, but unfortunately Wu Xian didn't know all this.

Trying to calm down his emotions, Hu Zhengyuan reluctantly smiled: "Childe, you ask!" ”

Not noticing anything unusual, Wu Xian said the awkward message he found in the strong son's room, and when he heard this, Hu Zhengyuan's expression became more and more sad.

Qiangzi is her last relative in this world, and Hu Zhengyuan, who originally had deep expectations for Wu Xian, has become unconverted after seeing the passionate scene of Wu Xian and Lan Qi'er.

"If according to my analysis, Qiangzi's sentence must have something to refer to, and the key person must be the person who teaches the art teacher, does Qiangzi have any important teachers?" Wu Xian asked.

Stunned for a while, Hu Zhengyuan's mind was always calm, when she listened to Wu Xian talk about the message found in the strong son's room just now, she was still distracted, and Wu Xian suddenly asked like this, and she didn't react for a while.

"Yuan'er? Did you hear me? Wu Xian asked again.

"Oh? Oh, Qiangzi and I were both handed over by the same teacher, and one of them was a Jinshi of Jiangnan Enke Zhengde for three years, and he usually didn't have too close contact with his father.

However, before my father was killed, he made up for the position of Zhengbapin Xuezheng in Jiangnan Province, and we haven't seen each other for a long time. Hu Zhengyuan replied.

It stands to reason that this person must be Hu Zhengqiang and Hu Zhengyuan's common art teacher, but what this person teaches is the four books and five classics, poems and songs of the sisters and brothers, and it has nothing to do with the so-called art.

A little disappointed, he didn't find a mentor, he found a mentor first, and Wu Xian had a little hope.

If Qiangzi also received the basic education with Hu Zhengyuan, then naturally the common teacher can only be regarded as a preacher and a teacher who solves doubts.

Such a person is inevitably too eye-catching, and at this time he is still a scholar in Jiangnan Province, and it was before Hu Zhending was unjustly beheaded to show the public, it seems that this matter should not have much to do with this person.

According to ancient sayings, Confucianism has six arts, namely etiquette, music, archery, royalty, calligraphy, and mathematics.

According to Hu Zhending's knowledge, there is no need to ask outsiders for help, he himself is a Confucian scholar, and the so-called etiquette is naturally ripe, teaching children without pretending to others.

The Hu family is a scholarly family, and it shouldn't have much to do with archery and royalty, so there are only music, books, and the three arts of mathematics left, but the so-called number does not seem to be a very important discipline in Dazheng, and it is mostly mixed in the Four Books and Five Classics.

And the number has been in decline for a long time, and the possibility is very small, the key is the so-called number of arts, there is no contemporary everyone, and most of the professors are fur, saying that the art teacher does not seem to be too credible.

Then the answer was about to come out, Wu Xian looked at Hu Zhengyuan's guqin and pipa, confirmed his guess more and more in his heart, and asked, "Who taught your rhythm?" ”

This is the most likely situation that Wu Xian thought of after eliminating many distractions, obviously, it is also the closest to the truth, someone said, if you don't have clues, then when you eliminate all irrelevant problems, in the end, even if it is unbelievable, it must be the answer to the question.

Well, now the problem is set on a very small scale, and although it may seem unreliable, contemporary music has not produced anyone who has reached the pinnacle for hundreds of years.

However, this situation is the only one left after eliminating all factors, but it seems more and more like the truth of the facts, perhaps the key person mentioned by Hadron is this person.

Looking at Wu Xian's rather wide eyes, flashing a glimmer of knowledge, Hu Zhengyuan said without thinking: "The first musician in Jiangnan, Geng Hao, is my music teacher, but Qiangzi has not learned a musical instrument. ”

Hearing the first half of Hu Zhengyuan's words, Wu Xian was very excited, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, Wu Xian was obviously a little entangled, is this person or not the person who can entrust everything?

The most important thing is that Geng Hao, Wu Xian has not heard of it, but there is something related to this, Wu Xian knows one, that is, when he first arrived in Suzhou, he was provoked by the harmonica performance, claiming to instruct himself, but he has not moved - Geng Lao.

"Is this Geng Hao a tall and thin old man with a goate beard, usually arrogant, but a little funny?" Wu Xian hurriedly asked.

"Childe actually knows Mr. Geng Hao?" Hu Zhengyuan was surprised.

This sentence made Wu Xian also very surprised, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect that there was nowhere to find it when he stepped on the iron shoes, and it didn't take any effort to get it, and the art teacher turned out to be him.

Of course, everything is speculation now, but since you have acquaintances, maybe it doesn't hurt to try, even if you can't get evidence, but at least you can recall the calm demeanor of the next generation of Zhongliang Hu a little through Geng Lao.

Nodding, now the awkward message involving the key person is finally a bit eyebrow-raising, and the old question has a direction to answer, but the new question is coming again.

Geng Hao, where is the old man Geng now?

"Do you know where Mr. Geng Haogeng's house is?" Wu Xian asked.