The tomb of Yang Shouwen's mother was built on the top of Guangwu Mountain.

Qingming is coming, and the peach and apricot are in full bloom.

A drizzle fell from the sky, shrouding Guangwu Mountain in a hazy mist.

It can be seen that the Zheng family attaches great importance to Yang's mother, and judging from the scale of the tomb, it is obviously quite imposing. Next to the tomb, a small pavilion was also built, and there was a stone tablet in the pavilion, on which were written the three words of Pangui Pavilion, which was ancient and majestic.

"When Shijiu Lang was not yet a captain in Henan, he would come to worship every year.

To tell the truth, I can't compare to him as a brother, and I have only worshiped a few times in the past ten years, which is really ashamed. ”

Yang Chenglie did not answer, walked to the tombstone, reached out and stroked gently.

There were no weeds on the grave, apparently someone was cleaning it regularly. He squatted down, as if talking to himself: "Xiwen was the closest to Shijiu Lang when she was alive, and I still remember that she and I brought Shijiu Lang here to climb high and overlook."

Pangui Pavilion, was this pavilion built by Nineteen Lang? ”

Yang Shouwen and Song stood behind Yang Chenglie with solemn expressions.

The Yang family took Yang Rui and Qingnu, holding January in their arms, and stood behind the two. Yang Jasmine and Song Sanlang's family stood on the side, everyone had solemn faces, and looked at the tombstone quietly.

"Yes, you came back with the third sister's coffin that year, and left in a hurry.

After more than ten years without news, Shijuro built this Pangui Pavilion. He said that the third sister must not worry about you, and hopes that you can return as soon as possible. It is windy on this mountain, and building a pavilion can shelter the third sister from the wind and rain, and I believe you will be very happy. ”

Listening to the dialogue between Yang Chenglie and Zheng Jingsi also made Yang Shouwen's sense of the Zheng family better and better.

In the Battle of Changping, after witnessing Lu Yongcheng's ending, Yang Shouwen was a little jealous of those famous nobles. There is no eternal family affection, only eternal interests. Lu Yong became the Lu family with all his heart, but in the end he was completely erased from the family tree by Lu Huaiyi. Even Lu Yongcheng's wife and children. It is said that he was also driven out of the Lu family after the Battle of Changping, and his whereabouts are unknown...... There are also the Lu clansmen of the Baoxiang Pavilion in Changping, and there is no end in the end. But the problem is that they are all fighting for the Lu family, and even paying for their lives.

The Lu family, and even the wealthy family. In Yang Shouwen's mind, it has become synonymous with ruthlessness and unrighteousness.

However, Xingyang Zheng seems to be a little different.

After learning that his family was hiding in Changping, Zheng Lingzhi didn't say a word, and sent 500 soldiers to Changping to take Yang Chenglie's family over. Are there any other factors in this? Yang Shouwen didn't know. But they do it with a very human touch and make people feel very comfortable. Especially looking at the Zheng family's care for his biological mother, it also made him feel good.

The drizzle is silent.

Yang Chenglie squatted down in front of the grave. Incense and candles were lit, and offerings were arranged.

He took out the "Journey to the West" written by Yang Shouwen from the package, stacked it thickly, and lit it one by one in front of the grave.

"Sanniang, this is "Journey to the West" written by my son."

Yang Chenglie's voice was a little choked, as if muttering to himself: "You have spent fifteen years to raise your son from an ignorant child, but I don't know anything. You have been with your son for fifteen years. He's got a lot better than me now...... You see. This is what he wrote after you left. If you have a spirit, taste it.

Don't praise him too much, this stinky boy is already very proud! If you praise him again, maybe his tail will reach to the sky. ”

The manuscript, engulfed in flames. Reduced to ashes.

Yang Shouwen held up an oil-paper umbrella in his hand and stood beside Yang Chenglie.

A small wind blew, and the ashes swirled in the air, and it seemed that Yang Shouwen's mother had received the manuscript.

Beside. Zheng Jingsi looked shocked.

He heard the meaning of Yang Chenglie's words, Yang Shouwen has today's talent and learning, could it be that the third sister is teaching in the dark?

Since the Six Dynasties, people have believed in ghosts and gods, believing that the soul is immortal after death.

Although the sage said that the son is silent and the power is confused, it means that man is not qualified to talk about incomprehensible matters, and it is not to completely erase the theory of ghosts and gods. Zheng Jingsi grew up reading the words of the sage, but after being demoted, he believed in the art of Taoist immortals.

He looked at Yang Shouwen's gaze a little different!

If he still had some doubts about Yang Shouwen's talent before, it undoubtedly came from his inheritance.

But now, the legacy has been found!

Yang Shouwen studied under his mother, and the third sister spent fifteen years to educate him in the netherworld.

Come to think of it, it doesn't seem strange! The third sister is rich and talented, and it is reasonable to teach her son.

The manuscripts were engulfed in flames one by one, and green smoke curled in front of the grave.

"Son, in this situation, I will write a poem, and let your aunt test your talents."

Yang Shouwen was stunned for a moment, and looked around blankly for a while.

On Guangwu Mountain, the peach and apricot bloom, crimson pink and white, embellishment of Guangwu Mountain in this hazy rain and fog, is particularly moving.

However, I remembered my grandfather and my father.

He remembered that his grandfather was warm-hearted, and after he made a righteous move, he was wronged as an assassin.

My father was devoted to his duties, and although he was not very talented, he was always conscientious...... However, after the Battle of Changping, there was no news.

He didn't care what Yang Chenglie was an official, he just felt sorry for his father and grandfather in his heart.

In an instant, Yang Shouwen's heart swelled with infinite grief and indignation, and he couldn't hold back it, called Yang Jasmine, and then handed the oil-paper umbrella to Yang Rui, took out the pen inkstone from the package, polished the ink, dipped the pen, and then lifted the pen on the white marble steps in front of the tombstone, and wrote hard.

Boom, faint thunder came from the sky.

Zheng Jingsi couldn't help but feel curious, so he walked up with an umbrella and read softly in his mouth.

"The festival is clear and the peach and plum smile, and Noda Aratsuka is only worried. The thunder is shocking, the dragon and the snake are stinging, and the rain is soft in the suburbs. ”

He turned his head to look at Zheng Qian, but saw a look of surprise on Zheng Qian's face.

The first four lines of this poem are so consistent with the scenery in front of you.

If Yang Shouwen did it well in advance, Zheng Jingsi or Zheng Qian didn't believe it. It can only be said that this is an improvisation of the situation.

Zheng Jingsi said softly: "My son is anxious and wise, and his talent is extraordinary. ”

And Zheng Qian recited the following verses in a childish voice: "People beg to sacrifice Yu Jiao's concubines, and Shigan burns the unjust marquis!" Who are the wise and foolish? The eyes are fluffy and a mound. ”

Boom, thunder.

The silver snake danced wildly in the dark clouds, and the rain became heavier.

The rain washed the handwriting on the white marble steps into ink marks and flowed down the stone steps.

The fire in front of the grave suddenly seemed to explode, and the ashes danced wildly......

Zheng Jingsi and Zheng Qian looked at each other, and Yang Chenglie looked at Yang Shouwen in horror and didn't say a word.

The rain wet Yang Shouwen's hair bun and clothes, and a few strands of black hair stuck to his face, which set off a kind of unruly atmosphere.

All of them stood quietly in front of the grave.

After knowing for a long time, Yang Chenglie came to his senses and said softly: "Let's come and worship Sanniang, and then go to the pavilion to shelter from the rain." (To be continued......)