Yuan Zhiheng was expected to enter Beijing, but unfortunately there was a shocking case in the capital. It was about the prince and the Yun family, the Yun family was convicted, and the prince was implicated and deposed as King Gong and imprisoned in the East Palace. The day before the Yun family was imprisoned, a fire broke out in the Yun house, and more than 60 members of the Yun family died overnight.

This incident shocked the government and the opposition, and it was said that the head of the Yun family was afraid of his sin and committed suicide, and he lit the fire to atone for his sins; Some people say that the Yun family has been powerful in the capital for many years, and they have offended too many people, and they have been taken advantage of by others to take revenge.

In any case, if such a thing happened, Yuan Zhiheng's original promotion to Beijing was put on hold.

The so-called time is also fate, Yuan Zhiheng himself is not in a hurry, he only dutifully manages his own one-third of an acre. The rest of the time is to travel with his wife and children, eat tea and listen to music, and the days are very timid.

In the summer of this year, Yuan Zhiheng took his daughter to the hospital on the outskirts of the city.

The old doctor hugged Sister Ci'er on his lap and fed her candy, and chatted with Yuan Zhiheng with a match.

After a long period of contact, the withdrawn old man and the unruly Yuan Zhiheng became inseparable friends.

The little sister was writhing in the old doctor's arms, and she couldn't settle down. The old doctor carried her around the room until she came to a picture scroll of lotus flowers, and when Sister Ci'er looked at the painting with big eyes, she actually pointed at it with her little finger and giggled.

"It turns out that Sister Ci likes to paint, and when she grows up, she will definitely be a talented girl with all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting." The old doctor laughed heartily.

Yuan Zhiheng was also surprised, unconsciously stepped forward to look at the lotus picture, looked at it for a long time, and couldn't help but sigh at the expressiveness of this painting, the lotus gods, the colors are all lifelike, if it is not for an extra piece of paper, it seems to grow out of the lake.

"The brushstrokes of this painting seem to be familiar." Yuan Zhiheng said to himself.

The old doctor laughed, and the Dao man laughed, how could the person who painted the painting know him.

Speaking of the person who painted the painting, the old doctor seemed to think it was very interesting, so he asked the medicine boy to make a pot of tea and chatted with Yuan Zhiheng.

As early as two months ago, the temple monk in the Guanyin Temple at the west end of the medical house picked up a poor descendant at the door. The reason why this posterior is pitiful is that he was penniless and injured on his face, and he fainted at the gate of the temple with hunger.

The monk was nosy, and he sent him to the hospital, begging him to treat his injuries. Fortunately, he was also a man in his later life, whether he scraped the bones and peeled the skin and removed the flesh, he never shouted.

When the old doctor said that when he scraped the bones, peeled the skin and removed the meat, Yuan Zhiheng hurriedly covered Sister Ci'er's ears, and the old doctor sneered and said Sister Ci'er often comes to my medical center, what scene have you never seen?

"Is that man you are talking about really hurt so badly?" Yuan Zhiheng asked inadvertently.

The old doctor is indeed powerful, but there are knife wounds on the outside, but there are burns on the inside...... It's really rare.

Yuan Zhiheng listened thoughtfully, and the old doctor continued to say that after his injuries were healed, he began to go to the lake to draw lotus flowers, and at first he drew on hemp paper. He was painted well on the outskirts of the city, and some of the more elegant ones were also bought in two words. Gradually, the later generations gathered enough pen and ink paint, and the lotus painted was even more unusual.

Painting lotus in later life is like a true face. This matter spread ten, ten, hundreds, and spread in the suburbs of the city and nearby counties, and everyone rushed to buy it.

Later, he chose the best one he drew and gave it to the old doctor to thank him for saving his life. He also built a thatched hut next to the Guanyin Nunnery, and in addition to selling paintings on weekdays, he also did some work of selling divination and writing letters with people, and he settled down here.

I don't know why Yuan Zhiheng felt that this lotus picture, the more he looked at it, the more he felt a sense of déjà vu.

When the old doctor gave Sister Ci a medicinal bath, he saw a medicine bag tied to her waist. Yuan Zhiheng hugged her and left the medicine house, followed what the old doctor said, and arrived in front of the thatched house.

The door of the hut was wide open, but it was poorly furnished but there was no one.

Yuan Zhiheng entered the house and saw some paper rolls scattered on the ground, picked them up and looked at them, in addition to the lotus with different postures, there were still some poems.

This person's painting is a must, and the handwriting is also excellent, vigorous and powerful, and there is a hidden edge. Yuan Zhiheng looked at them one by one and didn't feel very appreciative.

Sister Ci'er faced the room full of paper rolls, and she also felt funny, so she even picked up one and held it in her arms, and refused to put it down when she was about to come. Yuan Zhiheng was helpless, so he took out a small silver ingot from his sleeve and put it on the table, which was considered to have bought his painting.

When I returned to the mansion, I met the old clerk who came to ask for resignation, and the clerk was old and wanted to resign, and Yuan Zhiheng also knew it early in the morning. Yuan Zhiheng personally sent him out of the gate of the government and came back to discuss the new clerical candidates with several fellow intellectuals.

Counsel comes and goes, this man is really not easy to choose. The so-called documents, if they are brilliant people, they must not lose their character and temperament, and they are difficult to find for a while.

Since the discussion could not reach a result, Yuan Zhiheng continued to tease his youngest daughter and used a grass dragonfly to tease the painting from her hand.

"My lord, this painting is really a masterpiece...... This poetry is also ......," a fellow acquaintance couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the painting in Yuan's hand.

"I wonder who is the person who painted and wrote the poem?" The rest of the crowd also came to see and couldn't help asking.

Gao Cai, Yuan Zhiheng had an idea, and said that this person is the candidate for the new document.

Tongzhi Yu was ordered by Yuan Zhiheng and came to the outskirts of the city that day. V3 Academy

Yuan Zhiheng hugged Sister Ci back to Yuan's mansion and invited a framing craftsman to frame the first lotus picture selected by Sister Ci. Diancui came in and saw this painting, and couldn't help but look at it twice.

Yuan Zhiheng told her about this strange thing, Diancui hugged Sister Ci'er and sniffed deeply on her body, the smell of frankincense and medicinal incense is the exclusive taste of Sister Ci'er, which is very good.

"I heard that most talented people are arrogant and arrogant, and I don't think it's appropriate for the prince to ask Lord Yu to invite this gentleman." Diancui said with a smile.

"Madame mean I should go myself?" Yuan Zhiheng looked at the painting, and the idea of inviting him to do the paperwork became even stronger.

"Madame is right, I should go myself." Yuan Zhiheng said with a smile, with the birth of Sister Ci'er, he became more and more lenient, and his temperament gradually eased a lot, and he was also willing to do such things as Corporal Lixian.

Then to the outskirts of the city, Yuan Zhiheng led the horse, bypassing the ridge of the ridge, a few buffaloes in the ridge were not afraid of seeing the living, and were driven into the pond next door by the owner, the edge of the pond was full of elm trees, mulberry trees, black and bright mulberry seeds were full of branches. Yuan Zhiheng picked a few bunches and put them in his mouth, but they were sweet and sour, and he thought that when he came back, he would buy some with the villagers and give them some cui to eat.

After walking for another mile, I saw Lord Xu on the edge of the ridge, poking his head out and talking to a young man.

The man was lying upside down on the back of a buffalo, with a wicker in his mouth, half-squinting, and answering him without a word.

It seems that this man is the gentleman who painted lotus flowers.

Yuan Zhiheng saw that he could still do some kung fu, lying on the back of the buffalo, the buffalo walked back and forth to drink water and eat willow leaves, he didn't move, naturally he was pregnant with kung fu.

A foreigner who is talented in poetry and painting and knows kung fu, Yuan Zhiheng suddenly realized that this person is not so simple, and it may not be a good thing to ask himself to be a clerk.

"Your Excellency, you're here too?" Xu saw that his prefect was also here, and he was immediately overjoyed, through the conversation, he felt that the conversation of this descendant was becoming more and more extraordinary, and his reaction ability was also very strong, and at a certain moment, Lord Xu felt that he felt very similar to Lord Yuan.

Yuan Zhiheng nodded slightly, tied the horse rope in his hand to the crooked neck willow tree, walked up to the ridge, and looked at the young man lying on the back of the ox.

"Can Lord Xu avoid it," the young man said suddenly.

"Okay, you can talk to our adults," Lord Xu passed by Yuan Zhiheng, and did not forget to whisper: "My lord, this son of Qing Yunqing is definitely a talent, you must keep him!" ”

Yuan Zhiheng was noncommittal, and when he left, he suddenly spoke: "Mr. Qing knows this official?" ”

"I saw Mr.'s painting today, and the official was very convinced, and it happened that the government lacked a document, and Mr. was willing to give in." Yuan Zhiheng did not beat around the bush and directly explained his intentions.

The young man was silent for a long time, and suddenly he spun and jumped off the back of the ox, and stood in the pond, not afraid that the water would wet his clothes.

"If you can make Lord Yuan worship, Qing will have no regrets in this life." Qingyun didn't salute when he saw Yuan Zhiheng, but just stood there, the wind rose in the pond, and there were ripples on the water.

"You ......" Yuan Zhiheng only felt that this person was indeed familiar, and a name was about to come out in his mind, but his face and his voice were ......

Yuan Zhiheng suddenly remembered that the old doctor had said that when he came, his face was burned......

"Yunqing Gongzi!" Yuan Zhiheng was extremely surprised in his heart, and exclaimed in surprise, but he tried to keep his voice as low as possible.

Yunqing, Yunqing, Qingyun.

Qingyun's face was indifferent because he was injured, but his eyes seemed to have thousands of words, turned into vast pain, and finally became silent.

"You know it's me, does Lord Yuan still dare to use it?" Qingyun said softly, and then stopped looking at Yuan Zhiheng.

His whole family was killed, and in the end, his father and brother fought to the death, and he saved a remnant of his life and escaped from the capital. The world is so big, he has a deep blood feud, and he went all the way south alone until he came to Hangzhou Mansion.

In the past, he and Yuan Zhiheng did not deal with each other, and the two of them were very outstanding at the same time, but Yuan Zhiheng pressed him everywhere, and he once had the feeling of "both Yu and Liang". Now, he has nowhere else to go, and the first thing that comes to his mind is to come to him.

But he didn't know if he Yuan Zhiheng would take him in, or if he would dare to take him in. In the past two months in Hangzhou Mansion, he has become more and more aware that Yuan Zhiheng is indeed a rare genius in a century, who reads well and governs the world in a good way. How......

For a long time, Yuan Zhiheng was silent, and Qingyun smiled self-deprecatingly: "It seems that Hangzhou is not a place for me, I will leave in a few days, Brother Yuan will not rush to kill them all." ”

Now that he is guilty, everyone wants to take him to ask the second prince for a reward, but he knows that he will not do it if he is as proud as Yuan Zhiheng.

"I want to know, was the Yun family wronged before?" Yuan Zhiheng suddenly spoke.

Qingyun trembled, this thing had been buried in his heart for two months, and the tragic situation of that day had been haunting his mind, he could see it as long as he closed his eyes. Now someone asked him if the Yun family had been wronged.

"Naturally, he was wronged! My Yun family will not do such a rebellious thing even if they die, and sixty lives will be unjustly killed, I ......" Qingyun's eyes were bloodshot at this time, and they were full of hatred.

"If you follow me, I don't dare to guarantee that I will avenge your Yun family." Yuan Zhiheng said calmly again.