The green tree village is close to the edge, and the green mountain Guo is oblique outside.

In April, when the spring is bright and bright, the mountains and rivers are clear, the surging Yao River, the rolling Siming Mountain, the green fields, the quiet villages, the farmers rushing to the fields, a pleasant pastoral picture.

Huang Zongxi took his son Huang Baijia out of the house, and was about to go to the field to check the crops, but before he got on the sedan chair, he saw two teenagers standing outside the door, with a humble expression, as if they were waiting for someone.

"My nephew has seen my uncle and my third brother."

Seeing Huang Zongxi come out, Huang Junsen and Wang Heyao hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

"Thirteen Lang, why are you here? This is the eldest man of the Wangfuzi's family. ”

Huang Zongxi nodded, a scholar from ten miles and eight towns, he knew seventy-seven-eighty-eight.

"The students have seen Mr. Lizhou and Huang Sange."

Wang Heyao stepped forward and respectfully respected.

The famous Huang Zongxi in history, a remnant of the late Ming Dynasty, has gray hair, although he is over the age of six, he is still in good spirits, without the slightest old age.

And the son Huang Baijia next to him is in his early thirties, with a straight figure, very energetic, and a bit of a martial arts practitioner.

"Thirteen, do you have something?"

Huang Zongxi was a little surprised. These two teenagers came to the Huang family specifically, there must be something.

"Thirteen Lang, tell me quickly, we still have to go to the field!"

Huang Baijia was a little impatient. A few little kids, what can be the matter, it's just troublesome. There are a lot of things in the field, so many tenants are waiting for them, how can they waste their saliva here.

"Uncle, we are here for Zheng Siming's matter. I also hope that my uncle will look at the face of the Zheng family's loyalty and save Zheng Siming's life. ”

Huang Junsen's face was slightly red, and he plucked up the courage to say.

He is in the school on weekdays, and he can only see this uncle during the New Year's festival and when he sacrifices to the clan, and the relationship is not as close as Wang and Yao imagined.

Huang Zongxi glanced at this distant nephew, and his eyes stayed on Wang Heyao's body, smiled bitterly, and was silent.

"Thirteen Lang, don't you know the situation of our Huang family? The Huang family can't stand the toss, hurry up, hurry up! ”

Huang Zongxi didn't speak, and his son Huang Baijia was pale and unceremonious.

Yuyao County, such a palm-sized place, what happened in the morning will be known to the whole county before the evening. Yesterday, my father talked to him about it, no need to ask, these people are here for the Zheng family's affairs.

"Third Brother Huang, I heard that you are compiling "The Biography of Mr. Wang Zhengnan", which describes Mr. Wang Zhengnan's boxing skills. As for the deputy commander-in-chief of the governor's office, Mr. Wang, because of his participation in the anti-Qing Dynasty and the restoration of the Ming Dynasty, lived in seclusion in the countryside after the defeat, and ate food for life to clarify his aspirations. As his personal disciple, you learned the inner family boxing, but did not pass it on to the world, I am afraid it is also because of the situation of the Huang family. Are you cowering like this, like a martial artist? ”

Wang Heyao smiled coldly and reprimanded Huang Baijia.

He vaguely remembered that Huang Baijia seemed to have participated in the revision of the "History of the Ming Dynasty" in history, although there was intimidation from the Qing court, but his own integrity was not good, which was a public opinion.

After the failure of the Qing Dynasty, Huang Zongxi returned to his hometown, lectured in Baiyunzhuang in the west of Ningbo, and met Wang Zhengnan, and the two became friends.

Wang Zhengnan lived in seclusion in Yuyao, and his life was extremely strict, and the essence of the inner family boxing was only awarded to Huang Zongxi's son Huang Baijia, but Huang Baijia did not spread it and became a swan song.

What he did, frightened birds, is hard to describe.

Wang Heyao's cold words were in his eyes, and Huang Baijia was angry, and he came out.

"Wang Heyao, you ....... What, are your fox friends making waves again? ”

"Heyao!"

Huang Junsen hurriedly pulled Wang Heyao.

The two of them are here to beg for help, so they are cold, isn't this a mistake?

"My hair was shaved, my backbone was broken, and I didn't even dare to practice martial arts. My fox friends still have blood and courage. ”

After Wang Heyao finished speaking, he took a deep look.

"Mr. Lizhou, about Zheng Siming, the student has some heartfelt words, I wonder if you have time to listen to the student?"

He wants to see if this historical remnant of the late Ming Dynasty and the righteous man who resisted the Qing Dynasty has exhausted his ambition and is in fear?

Huang Zongxi glanced at Wang Heyao in surprise, and shook his head lightly after a moment.

"The Zheng family is a loyal person. Time has changed, and the old man is only afraid that he will not be able to do anything......"

Huang Zongxi's helplessness was in his eyes, and Wang Heyao was slightly disappointed.

Under high pressure, everyone is timid, not to mention the withering of time.

Huang Zongxi is by no means the impassioned man with lofty ideals who raised the banner in Siming Mountain when he was young.

"Mr. Lizhou, the gentleman moves with the times, although tens of millions of people go to me. Not to mention the wind in the southwest and southeast. Mr. saving a Zheng family is just a gesture, and Yu Yao's descendants can watch it. This move will be recorded in the Yuyao County Chronicles, Mr. Detail. ”

Wang Heyao patiently explained and made a final effort.

To grovel and beg for help, he thought he couldn't do it.

"Wang Heyao, what kind of bullshit are you playing!"

Huang Zongxi was silent, and Huang Baijia stepped forward and directly pushed the two of them.

"Let's go, don't spray feces all over here, if you want to save people and save yourself, don't bother our Huang family!"

Huang Baijia pushed Wang Heyao's chest and shoulders, Wang Heyao's heart was on fire, he grabbed Huang Baijia's arm, stumbled under his feet, and fell Huang Baijia to the ground.

Everyone was stunned, including Huang Zongxi, who raised their heads in surprise and looked at Wang Helong.

After a moment, Huang Baijia, who was red-faced, stood up and rushed straight to Wang Heyao.

"You kid is looking for death!"

Huang Baijia is a master of internal boxing, and Wang Heyao can only dodge with his reaction and protect the vital parts. He took a few hits, but the skin was rough and thick, and it was fine. In hand-to-hand combat, he highlighted dangerous moves from time to time, attacking the vital points of the human body, although Huang Baijia punched him many times, he couldn't knock him down for a while.

"That's it!"

After looking at it for a while, seeing that Wang Heyao retreated again and again, but he was tightly protected, Huang Zongxi frowned and said softly.

Huang Baijia angrily retracted his fists and feet and took a few steps back.

Wang Heyao moved his arms, straightened his clothes, sneered, looked at Huang Zongxi, and bowed solemnly.

"Mr. Lizhou, human life is at stake, please ask Mr. to help, the students are unforgettable!"

"Wang Heyao, you hurry up and give me ......"

Huang Baijia's face was red, his face was red, his momentum was violent, and halfway through his words, he was stared at by Huang Zongxi's angry gaze, his heart was pounding, and his words were stuck in his throat.

Huang Zongxi retracted his gaze, turned his head, looked at Wang Heyao, and nodded slightly.

"Wang Jialang, let's go in and talk."

Huang Zongxi turned around and entered the house, Huang Baijia glanced at Wang Heyao and Huang Junsen angrily, and followed in.

Although the area of the Huangfu is not small, it is very simple, the courtyard is covered with green trees, the unknown flowers in the indoor altar are blooming, and there are books everywhere.

The literary network is tight, the grass and trees are soldiers, the text is in prison, cautious, can only be poor, bury your head in the sand, pretend to be deaf and dumb, and cut yourself off from the world.

Several people sat down in the hall, and the servants served tea, but Huang Baijia was not present, and only Huang Zongxi and Wang Heyao and other three people were left in the hall.

"Wang Jialang, Zheng Siming's matter, the old man also heard about it. The Zheng family has a big business, they don't come forward, and the old man is a scholar, and he can't help him. ”

Huang Zongxi looked at Wang Heyao and picked up the teacup.

The Zheng family is a wealthy family, Zheng Siming's grandfather Zheng Zhiyin was a judge of Shanxi in the former dynasty, and his uncle Zheng Zunqian and Zheng Zunjian were all important ministers under the control of King Lu.

"Human life is at stake, Mr. Lizhou is a great Confucian in the sea, as long as Mr. comes forward, the Yuyao County Order will definitely give Mr. a face, and Zheng Siming can be spared. How to say, the Yuyao County Order is also a Han person, and he will not be killed until he has to. ”

Wang Heyao was not slow or slow, and spoke slowly.

Zheng Siming is locked up in the county jail, and he doesn't know when his head will fall to the ground. He also had no choice but to come to him, a celebrity, for help.

Ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, nothing more than a favor. This is not the rule of law in later generations, and there is no pressure from public opinion, so I hope it can be done.

"Wang Jialang, why do you have to save Zheng Siming?"

Huang Zongxi stroked his long beard and looked at Wang Heyao.

The benevolence of this young man impressed him.

"Sir, Zheng Siming is not only a loyal queen, but also my friend. For the sake of friends, the sword mountain and the sea of fire will also break through, even if you lose your life, you will not hesitate to do it! ”

Wang Heyao looked at Huang Zongxi and whispered.

"When Mr. was young, he ran around the rivers and lakes, gathered in Siming Mountain and erected flags, and was heroic and dry. Could it be that now you are pessimistic and disappointed, respectfully and respectfully obedient to the people? ”

This old gentleman is wise and stubborn, and it is much more difficult to do than the ideological and political work of those recruits.

"Shunmin?"

Huang Zongxi smiled bitterly, he didn't answer Wang Heyao, but gave Huang Junsen an "eviction order".

"Thirteen Lang, you go out first, my uncle has something to say to the eldest man of the Wang family."

Huang Junsen glanced at Huang Zongxi in surprise and hurriedly retired.

Could it be that Lao Wang has a divine mouth, and saying it can really deceive people's hearts, even his uncle is not immune?

"Wang Jialang, why do you have to save Zheng Siming? You have to tell the truth. ”

Huang Junsen went out, only Huang Zongxi and Wang Heyao were left in the hall, and Huang Zongxi smiled slightly and spoke.

"The righteousness of friends, the love of brothers, although thousands of people have gone to me. What else is the reason for this? ”

Wang Heyao was slightly stunned and blurted out.

"Wang Jialang, if my expectations are good, you should know why Zheng Siming was arrested."

Huang Zongxi's eyes were blazing, and he looked Wang Heyao up and down.

"You have good kung fu and different ambitions, if my expectations are good, those eagle dogs in Yuyao City were killed by you."

Huang Zongxi is also a master of fighting, just now Wang Heyao and his son did it, he can see it clearly, Wang Heyao is a killer move, and his ability to resist beatings is extremely strong, which makes him secretly frightened.

"Sir, I'll tell you the truth, I took off the heads on the city gate, and I killed those officers and soldiers!"

Wang Heyao did not hide it and said softly.

"You're alone?"

Huang Zongxi raised his head in surprise and met Wang Heyao's gaze.

"I used some means, it was a sneak attack, and opened the city gate from the inside. So, the students are the culprits. ”

Wang Heyao is still neither humble nor arrogant.

The reason why he "confessed and was lenient" was also because he knew what kind of person Huang Zongxi was in history. The remnants of the late Ming Dynasty, at least, will not be so undisciplined and sell themselves for glory.

"Virtuous nephew, when the murder happened, the old man thought it was a few of you young people together, but he didn't expect that you were the only one."

Huang Zongxi retracted his surprise, looked at Wang Heyao's gaze, and became kind.

"You don't have to worry either. The old man inquired, although Zheng Siming was arrested and tortured, but the young man was hard-boned, did not confess, and did not involve anyone. There is no room for mitigation in this case. ”

Wang Heyao nodded and put his mind at ease.

Huang Zongxi is well-known and has his own connections and channels. He said that Zheng Siming was fine, and Zheng Siming must be fine.

The children of the Zheng family, his friends, are really tough guys, they did not disappoint him, but also moved him.