It was a little guy in soapy clothes, Yang Shouwen looked at the other party a little familiar, so he asked uncertainly: "You are Ma Sixteen?" ”

"Yang Zizi actually remembers sixteen!"

Ma Sixteen looked very happy and grinned, "Yang Zizi has been absent for a few months, and his bearing has become more and more extraordinary. If it hadn't been for Changshi asking me to come over, Sixteen would never have dared to recognize each other when he met him on the street. ”

"Are you under Uncle Guan now?"

"Yes, County Lieutenant Yang went to Xingyang, and the old army also left Changping.

Sixteen is the person of the county lieutenant, and Li Xianzun is inevitably wary of Sixteen, and he is not very happy all day. It happened that Changshi was going to come to Jixian County, so I had the courage to go over and ask. Changshi is a person who misses old love, so he brought me here to be a white straight. ”

"Then you're out of luck!"

Yang Shouwen smiled and joked, and Ma Sixteen waved his hand politely.

They came to a gazebo on the side of the road, only to see that there was already wine and food inside, and Guan Hu was also standing in the gazebo.

"Uncle Tiger, didn't you say you don't need to send it?"

"Ha, you said you didn't have to send it, but I didn't agree...... Besides, I don't have any close people in Youzhou, and if you go to Xingyang, we don't know when we will meet again. I'm also your uncle, and I should give you a ride. ”

After speaking, he pulled Yang Shouwen into the pavilion.

A servant stepped forward and poured wine for the three men.

Guan Hu pulled Yang Shouwen for a while, reluctant to give up.

"Uncle Guan, it's time for the little nephew to go."

Guan Hu's eyes were red, and he took Yang Shouwen's hand and said, "Son, be more careful when you get there, don't be as willful as in Changping." If you're not happy. I'll be back! This is your home. Don't forget. ”

Yang Shouwen's eyes were also red.

Changping, Youzhou......

Although the memory of more than ten years is vague. But there are still too many memories.

Tiger Valley Mountain, Little Maitreya Temple, Yangwei Lake...... Yang Shouwen took a deep breath and tried to calm his emotions. He looked at the rough man in front of him and was very moved. Guan Hu really regards him as a junior and a relative.

It's just that his identity as a secret agent is destined to not be able to get too much friendship.

Even if he has begun to get rid of it now, but a spy for a day, a spy for life...... Uncle Tiger: Actually. It's lonely.

In my head, there was a flash of inspiration.

"Uncle Guan, do you have pen and paper?"

"Huh?"

Guan Hu was stunned for a moment and turned his head to look.

The servant hurriedly said, "Please wait a while, the villain will fetch it." ”

He rushed out of the gazebo, stopped a caravan by the official road, asked for pen, ink, paper, and inkstones, and sent them to the gazebo.

"Son, what are you doing?"

Guan Hu looked at Yang Shouwen in surprise, a little incomprehensible.

Yang Shouwen said: "Let's go to Xingyang." There will be a period later. The little nephew suddenly sighed in his heart and thought of a poem. I would like to give it to Uncle Guan. ”

"My son can also write poetry?"

Guan Hu showed surprise and said with a smile: "Although your father is literate, he can't write any poems. I didn't expect you to have such elegant bones, son, you must have inherited your mother's talent. Come on, come on, quickly write poems, and let the uncle appreciate it. ”

The servant, polished the ink, and sent the pen to Yang Shouwen.

At this time, the people of the caravan also stopped, looking curiously at the people in the pavilion.

Yang Shouwen looked at the drizzle outside the hall, and after a moment of silence, he picked up a pen and wrote the words 'Uncle' on the white paper.

"Good word!"

Inheriting the culture of the Wei and Jin dynasties, since entering the Tang Dynasty, the literary style has flourished.

In the front, there are the four heroes of the early Tang Dynasty who are dazzling, and then there is Chen Ziang's long-lasting thoughts of heaven and earth.

The evolution of poetry, from the early days of brilliant rhetoric, to the present, is in an extremely mysterious period. With the arrival of Kaiyuan, the Tang Dynasty kicked off, and Tang poetry will radiate dazzling brilliance and become a bright pearl in Chinese civilization.

Guan Hu has no elegant bones, but he can distinguish the good and bad words.

He couldn't help but admire, and was surprised in his heart: Can Yang Jizi still write so well?

He couldn't help but look at Yang Shouwen, and suddenly had more expectations in his heart.

I saw that after Yang Shouwen wrote the three words 'don't care about uncle', he groaned again, and then picked up the pen to write.

"Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and daylight, warm wind blowing geese and rain.

Don't worry about the road ahead, no one in the world knows you. ”

After Yang Shouwen finished writing, he threw his pen aside and picked up a glass of wine, "Uncle Guan, there will be a period later." ”

With that, he drank it all, then put down his glass, turned and walked out of the gazebo. Absjida was already waiting outside the pavilion, Yang Shouwen took the reins, turned over on his horse, and then waved towards the pavilion, Hai Dongqing spread his wings and glided, landing on his shoulder.

Yang Shouwen wore a white robe, with a big collar and big sleeves, and his clothes were flying.

He took the reins, gave up his hand again with Guan Hu on the horse, and then urged the horse, and with a deep cry in his mouth, Jin Zixi hissed, and went away in the drizzle. Behind him, Absjida also rode on horseback, leading two Turkic horses, and followed closely.

The two of them and the four horses gradually disappeared into the rain and mist, and they could no longer see clearly.

Guan Hu picked up the piece of paper and read softly: "Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and daylight, warm winds blowing geese and rain. Don't worry about the future, who in the world doesn't know you? ”

Suddenly, Guan Hu only felt that his nose was a little sore, and his eyes were even more full of tears.

He laughed and muttered to himself: "Don't worry about the future, who in the world doesn't know you?" Son, with your poem, it's worth it to care about the tiger, it's worth it! ”

As he spoke, he laughed, tears streaming down his cheeks.

There was so much misery in his heart, but no one could understand it.

Who would have thought that there was such a kid today who would become his confidant.

Guan Hu walked two steps quickly and came to the outside of the pavilion.

He raised his eyes and looked, but he couldn't see the backs of Yang Shouwen and the others, only his mouth squirmed slightly, and the smile on his face became thicker and thicker.

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That night, Zhang Renyan was in the study, looking at the poems that his family had printed from Guan Hu.

He scratched his head and wandered around the room.

After a long time, Zhang Renqing sat down again, recited "Don't Care About Uncle" again, and then spread out the paper and pondered.

Minister Zhang Ren Qi played the sage: Now there is Yang Shouwen, the son of Yang Chenglie, the governor of Changping County, alias Yang Jizi who returned from Saibei. As far as the minister knows, Yang Jizi is strong in martial arts, and has made many meritorious achievements in the Battle of Changping, and even attacked the rebel camp at night and captured Sumire Fogon alive.

Yang Chenglie, the son-in-law of the Zheng family in Xingyang, and the brother-in-law of Zheng Lingzhi, the captain of Henan.

Somehow he has been incognito in Youzhou for more than ten years, although his reputation is not obvious, he is talented.

Today, Yang Zizi went south, and Xiaoluantai made up for the tiger in the Ten Miles of Sadness and Joy Pavilion, and wrote a poem, which was very talented.

The minister has questions: In the battle of Changping, the county Cheng Li Shishi has no merit, why did he temporarily receive the Changping County Order?

Yang Chenglie's military achievements are outstanding, but no one cares? Yang Zizi has the merit of capturing the flag, and he has captured Jin Jin Folgon, why is there no reward in the imperial court?

Today, Hebei Road is in the midst of a period of prosperity, and people of insight in the world are not interested in this.

However, meritorious people cannot be rewarded, and talented people cannot be used. If everyone in the world is cold, it is not good for the saints......

The minister is a saint, please also investigate this matter thoroughly.

Zhang Renqing finished writing the letter, then put it into a bamboo tube, lit it with fire paint and sealed it, and then took out the seal and stamped it.

"Someone!"

He stood up and let out a deep sigh.

Outside the house, a servant had been waiting, and when he heard Zhang Ren's voice, he hurriedly bowed in.

"Immediately send this letter to Luoyang and report it to the saint."

"Yes."

The servant hurried away with the letterbox, while Zhang Renyan returned to the table, picked up the rubbed poem, and recited it in a low voice.

"With such a good poem, how can it be cheaper to manage the tiger?"

Zhang Renyan sighed softly, put down the poem, and walked to the door to talk to himself.

Outside, the light rain had stopped, but the Milky Way was shining and the moonlight was shining...... Looks like tomorrow is going to be a good day! (To be continued......)