The joy of the reunion of the deceased and the longing for the teacher dissipated like smoke at this moment.

The Qingtian prefect, who was honest and honest in front of the people of Huaiyang City and did not smile, broke the defense in an instant.

He rolled his eyes, pursed his lips and said, "Little old man, don't spoil the atmosphere so much." ”

"Originally, I missed you a lot, but when you mention this, I'm annoyed."

"Hahahaha!" The disciple's disrespect did not make Xie Qian angry, but laughed loudly.

Xie Qian, who was originally sitting cross-legged, raised his right leg and put his arm up, and there was no trace of Confucian temperament.

"You kid, now you are the prefect of a city, and the old man saw that you were old and serious, but I didn't expect you to be so unruly."

Chen Yuming, who was in the same posture, untied the collar of his official robe, as if he had untied some kind of shackles, and his temperament changed, as Xie Qian said, uninhibited.

After Chen Yuming let out a sigh, he pursed his lips and said:

"Don't mention it, it is said that being an official must be sensitive to words and deeds, and being a good official is even more strict with oneself, every day I pretend to be uncomfortable outside, that is, when I go home, that is, in front of your old man, I can be myself again."

"This broken official, I really don't want to be a day anymore! Little old man, how good you said I would be a Confucian with you! I must have had a stubborn brain disease at that time, and I had convulsions before I left the official career! ”

For his unruly student, Xie Qian likes it very much, and his eyes are full of relief to see him in front of him as before, as for the complaints that followed, he was directly ignored by Xie Qian, and praised him:

"Yes, you can say this, I don't have much heart."

After receiving the praise of his teacher, Chen Yuming grinned, stretched out his hand to stroke his two-inch-long beard, very proud, and the complaint just now was left behind by him.

Then, he frowned and complained: "Little old man, the disciple can be regarded as a famous person in Huaiyang City, you don't come to say anything in advance, the disciple can take you to browse the spring of Huaiyang!" ”

"Tonight, you didn't let people go to the disciple when you came, just your thin body and bones, waiting for the disciple for three hours in the cold wind of this night, the disciple's heart is really uncomfortable."

Skinny body bones?

Xie Qian's face darkened, and he waved his hand and said: "I arrived two days ago, I wanted to stay overnight and go north to Beijing, but I didn't expect to meet a person, so I stayed so far." ”

Hearing this, Chen Yuming's face became displeased, and the little old man had been here for three days, so he remembered him.

That's it, after all, he paid by mistake, and he is no longer the little old man's favorite disciple.

Speaking of business, Xie Qian anxiously took out the original post from his arms, handed it to Chen Yuming and asked:

"There is a calligrapher in Huaiyang City, do you know?"

The original sticker was revealed under the candlelight, and the wonderful calligraphy of the skinny body made Chen Yuming marvel:

"Wonderful, good words, wonderful good words, enough to leave a strong color in the long river of history, I can't imagine that my divine revelation has produced a calligraphy master who can be immortal."

"This 'smoke lock pond willow' is the absolute five elements, the artistic conception is ethereal and elegant, and this pair is enough to leave a name in the history of the poetry world! Hey, little old man, there are really people who have absolutely stumped your countless poetic talents! ”

"Everyone in calligraphy, poetry is unparalleled, who is this person, so powerful?"

In the next moment, Chen Yuming remembered the question of his mentor just now, and couldn't help frowning:

"Little old man, I have been in this Huaiyang City for three years, and I have never seen this word. Isn't it a hermit who happened to be passing by, right? ”

"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Xie Qian's face was full of determination, and after telling the ins and outs, he pointed to the original post and said: "That Zhang Xiuran, the son of the Zhang family, clearly sent someone to tell the old man that the person who wrote this post was in Huaiyang City, and said that he would tell the old man the whereabouts of this person, but the old man waited for two days but did not get a reply, so he came to look for you." ”

A solemn look appeared in Chen Yuming's eyes, he pointed to the north, and asked:

"That Zhang?"

After receiving the nod of affirmation from his teacher, Chen Yuming frowned, remembered some things, and said:

"That kid is not a fuel-efficient lamp, although he is a concubine, his ability is not small, and he retreats bravely from the rapids, and he has come to Huaiyang City to avoid disasters for more than a year, and the city is quite deep."

"Yes, the incident of the Drunken Fragrance Pavilion that day made the old man look at him with admiration." Xie Qian also stroked his snow-white beard with approval.

In the next moment, Xie Qian rolled his eyes dissatisfied, "Don't interrupt, you can help the old man inquire about it." ”

"I can stay for two days at most, and I hope to talk to that person before I leave."

Seeing the expectation in his teacher's eyes, Chen Yuming responded without hesitation.

"Okay, don't worry, as long as he stays in Huaiyang City, even if I can't find it in two days, I will definitely send the news to you to Kyoto before the spring release list."

After receiving the exact assurance, Xie Qian smiled heartily.

Then.

Chen Yuming, who was sharp-witted, flashed a bright light in his mind, he patted his thigh, sat up straight, and said with a solemn face:

"Suffered!"

"What's wrong?" Xie Qian looked at Chen Yuming's solemn and serious appearance, and couldn't help frowning and asking.

Chen Yuming quickly explained to Xie Qian: "My son Shan Dan of Yangzhou Shan Changshi is elegant and kind on the surface, but in fact, he will repay him, and he has used some means to get the name of the four great talents of Huaiyang. ”

"And Guan Zizai, the son of Guan Sima in Jiangzhou, although he writes a good article, he is a poetry straw bag, and he can't recite poems against it, so it is absolutely impossible to write a good pair."

"Not to mention Zhang Xiuran, everyone who knows a little bit about Zhang's inside story understands it."

"According to what happened that night, Master, that person must have come from a humble background and was a ghostwriter for others."

After hearing this, Xie Qian's body was also shocked, he couldn't help leaning forward, supporting the case with both hands and worrying: "You mean, then everyone will be retaliated against by Shan Dan?" ”

Chen Yuming nodded, not waiting for Xie Qian to continue speaking.

The sound of hurried footsteps came, and Chen Chuyue walked briskly with three plates of side dishes and a bowl of noodle soup.

"Old Xie, grandpa, you eat first, and there are still two dishes being prepared later."

The two glanced at each other, and a smile of mutual understanding leaked out of a happy conversation.

However, when Chen Yuming looked at the familiar three chives on the soup noodles, the corners of his mouth twitched, his beard trembled, and he said in a trembling voice: "Your aunt hasn't fallen asleep yet?" ”

Chen Chuyue looked at Grandpa's reaction like this, and said with a smile: "A-Niang said, you haven't seen Xie Lao for many years, and you have been busy with government affairs these days, so it is okay to drink some wine to relax and relax." ”

Suddenly, Chen Yuming straightened his waist, squeezed his eyebrows at Xie Qian proudly, and said, "If you have a wife like this, what more can you ask for!" ”

Xie Qian, who is also afraid of guilt, turned his face black into ashes!

……

Early the next morning.

Inside the Huaiyang City Prison.

Li Si, a drunken jailer, yawned and staggered in the corridor of the prison where there was no light and only a few dim oil lamps.

Everywhere he passed, the prisoners in the cell all huddled up tremblingly, for fear of being noticed by Li Si.

When Li Si walked to Chen Zhi's cell, looking at the situation in the cell, he rubbed his eyes vigorously from a hangover.

"Good guys, what a terrible fight these two guys had!"