This handsome young man has the elegance of a scholar and the heroism of a warrior. He gently shakes the folding fan with his right hand, and under his confident smile is an unobstructed aura that seems to penetrate everything he looks at. Perhaps for the long journey, the young master carried an oil-paper umbrella on his back. On its own, this oil-paper umbrella looked very ordinary, but at this time, it integrated with the young master and looked very extraordinary. This young man is not very tall, but he has a tall temperament. This height does not refer to 'posture', but the kind of acumen that can stand high, see far, and be able to see everything. And his fair skin and neat and clean coat make people feel close to him unconsciously.
Yingping patted his sleeves and tried to remove the alcohol smell from his body, but after some attempts, he gave up after finding that he couldn't completely separate it from himself.
Yingping took a step forward towards Young Master Junxiu and kept a certain distance, then bowed slightly and said, "Thank you for your help, Young Master!"
"With a little effort, you are so polite, young master." The handsome young master took back the folding fan and said as a salute.
"I have just seen that the young master can turn a dangerous situation into an invisible one with four ounces of force. This technique is just right, which makes us admire him."
"It's a small skill, not worth mentioning."
"I don't know what your surname is, sir?"
Ying Ping saw that this man had extraordinary moves and always looked calm and calm. He thought that he must not be a mortal, so he thought about making friends with him. However, the sharpness under this young man's kind smile made people want to get closer. But he didn't dare, so he could only ask tentatively.
"We met by chance, young master, why should we stick to the customs?" The handsome young master said the matter in an understatement.
"In that case, I'll say goodbye. We'll see each other again if we have the chance!" Yingping also smiled in return.
The handsome young master smiled and said, "We will meet each other if we are destined."
Yingping got on the ox cart, Ye Changshan took the reins, and the ox cart swayed toward the east gate.
Yingping stared sharply forward, but his thoughts were always behind him, because the person just now gave him such a strange feeling. Although everything happened so coincidentally and naturally, Yingping always felt that this People approach him with purpose. As for that amiable smile and harmless appearance? That's all just disguise.
Yingping couldn't explain what kind of person this was, but his intuition told him that this person was definitely not an ordinary person. An unknown feeling of uneasiness spread from the bottom of his heart, and this feeling of uneasiness seemed a bit familiar... By the way, Wang Shao was shocked! How similar is this sense of uneasiness to the one Wang Shaojing brought to himself? Could it be that something is coming to him?
Thinking of this, Yingping couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency. He raised his hand and patted Ye Changshan's shoulder and said, "Quick! Changshan!"
"What's quick?"
"Quick! Speed up the pace and go up the mountain earlier!"
"good!"
Ye Changshan didn't ask why, he raised his bullwhip and the bullock cart accelerated.
Since you can't see clearly, you should leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible. It's always safe in the mountains. Even if you come against me, you don't dare to make trouble in a humble family, right?
Yingping closed his eyes and sighed softly, then turned around and tried to take another look at the handsome young master - but it was better not to turn around. When he turned around and looked back, Yingping found that the young master was also staring at him!
When he saw himself turning back, the smile on the young master's face became even brighter, and the folding fan in his hand shook even more proudly, as if he was sure that Yingping would turn around and he was waiting quietly.
Yingping felt a chill on his back, and a trace of cold sweat broke out on his neck on the crisp autumn day. He turned back unnaturally and stopped looking at the man, fearing that if he looked at each other for a moment longer, his heart would He will have a thorough insight into it.
At the gate of Fenghao Academy, the handsome young master shook his folding fan and looked at the direction of the oxcart. As the figures became smaller and smaller, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, until finally she lifted the folding fan with a 'swish' sound. Take back.
"Sir, what are you..." The young man came to her with his head lowered and his back hunched over, and asked with some doubts.
"This young master is saving your life!" Mr. Wen He put away his smile and said coldly to the short boy next to him.
"But...but this is a matter assigned by the Pavilion Master." The young man raised his head and stared at Young Master Wenhe.
Young Master Wen He looked down at the young man, and a slightly vulgar face came into view. This face was not particularly ugly, and even if the facial features were separated one by one, it would not be considered 'ugly'. However, when these parts are put together, they appear extremely incongruous, especially the slightly 'pleading' eyes that make people feel inexplicably pitiful and pathetic. Together with the seemingly deformed body, people feel a little bit unreasonable. I feel so distressed that I don't want to look at this person again.
"Pavilion Master, I have my own explanation." Young Master Wenhe turned his eyes away from that face. Sensing the man's worry, she said bluntly: "Don't worry, you are still useful. The Pavilion Master will not kill you because of this matter."
"Then the little man will be relieved."
After getting the assurance, the boy breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he raised his head again and thought of something important——
"Sir, what the Pavilion Master promised..."
"You can't miss a copper coin." Before the man could finish speaking, Mr. Wen He said the answer he wanted.
After receiving such a promise, the boy said no more and silently retreated until he disappeared into the crowd.
Feeling Yinsu's departure, Master Wenhe murmured to himself: "If Yingping really dies, I'm afraid Yunyue Pavilion will be razed to the ground and the thatched cottage will be barren of grass..."
The master of the pavilion is a madman who does things regardless of the consequences and ignores the bottom line, but she is not. Another meaning of her presence beside the pavilion master is to take action in time when the pavilion master gets too excited to prevent the situation from getting out of hand. As for this trip to Chang'an, she knew the importance of this matter and the 'bottom line' of everything, so she chose to follow Yin Su to ensure that things went smoothly and that she would not touch that. Root 'bottom line'.
...
The ox cart stopped at the gate of Taiyuan University. Dr. Zhang, who was lying on the cart, was still in a drunken dream. He was murmuring in his sleep all the way. However, the three young people had their own thoughts along the way, and no one cared about him. What are you talking about.
"Mr. Wen - I did it!"
Suddenly, Zhang Zhengru shouted loudly and sat up from his dream. He also raised his right hand high, and then drank the air with both hands.
This shout startled Yingping and the other two people. They all looked back at Zhang Zhengru at the same time. They saw that Zhang Zhengru drank all the "wine in the cup" and then fell straight backwards.
Yingping and Ye Changshan hurriedly reached out to help, but it was too late.
Seeing that Zhang Zhengru was about to hit the wooden board, but at the moment of impact, the feeling of falling made Zhang Zhengru wake up completely. I saw Zhang Zhengru's old waist straightened up instinctively, and he used his hands to support it in time to stop the fall. Then he straightened up, patted his head vigorously, and then looked suspiciously at the three boys and girls who were staring at him.
"Which of you pushed me?"
Zhang Zhengru looked alert, as if he had discovered the person who wanted to frame him in time. Then he looked around again, as if searching for something lost.
After looking around to make sure he didn't find what he wanted, Zhang Zhengru looked at Yingping and asked seriously: "Where is Mr. Wen?"
"What?" This question made Yingping look confused.
"He was here drinking with me just now!" Zhang Zhengru said decisively, his tone so sure that even Yingping believed what he said.
Yingping looked around and made sure that his master was not around, then looked at Dr. Zhang again and said: "He is not here..."
"impossible!"
Zhang Zhengru suddenly stood up. He stood on the bullock cart and looked around. Then he squatted down and grabbed Yingping's arm and asked, "Mr. Wen, is he gone?"
Yingping bared his teeth, but he didn't expect that this frail-looking little old man could be so strong that his arm hurt from being scratched.
"Hiss - it hurts - hey, hey, hey! Let go, let go...yes, yes, my master just left..."
"Where has he gone?" Hearing Mr. Wen leave, Zhang Zhengru's hands tightened.
"He, he, he...he went back to write a book!"
"Writing a book!? Mr. Wen is going to write a book!?" Zhang Zhengru became more and more excited as he talked, and almost broke Yingping's arm.
"Dr. Zhang, please let go first—let go first!"
It took a lot of effort for Yingping to free his arm from Zhang Zhengru's palm. He quickly shook his poor arm to make sure it was not crushed.
"It's a pity, it's a pity... I just had a drink and a heart-to-heart talk with Mr. Wen, and it was extremely enjoyable..."
Zhang Zhengru jumped off the bullock cart and landed smoothly, but he kept talking nonsense, so much so that Yingping couldn't tell whether he was sober or drunk.
"Where am I?"
"This is the entrance of Taiyuan University"
Zhang Zhengru looked up and made sure he was at the gate of Taiyuan College. Then he raised his legs and walked towards the gate. But halfway there, he seemed to remember something, turned back to the bullock cart, and stretched out his right hand towards Yingping. .
"What?"
Yingping looked at Dr. Zhang in confusion, wondering what he meant, and wondered what kind of trick this old master was up to again?
"Quick! Give it to me!"
"what?"
"That thing!"
Yingping looked at Dr. Zhang in confusion. After all this trouble, he had really forgotten the promised copybook.
"Copybook!"
"Yeah! Yes! I almost forgot about this, hehe... I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Yingping said with a cheeky smile, and then he took out a small stack of paper from his arms. The stack of paper had become wrinkled after being squeezed in his arms. Ying Ping smoothed the stack of paper, pulled out a piece of paper, and handed it to Dr. Zhang.
Zhang Zhengru took the densely written paper with both hands. His eyes were as wide as bells, and then he looked at Yingping in confusion——
"That's it?"
"Hehe... yes, that's it..." Yingping still smiled playfully. Seeing that the old man seemed a little dissatisfied, he quickly added: "If you think it's not enough... should I give you another one?"
After saying that, Yingping took out another card and handed it to Zhang Zhengru.
Zhang Zhengru took the second piece of paper and smoothed it carefully, then gently placed the two pieces of paper on the car, then turned around and raised his palm to wave at Yingping.
"You brat, how dare you lie to me!"
Yingping had just experienced the old man's strength, and he was really scared. He quickly raised his arm, trying to avoid this powerful palm.
"Hey! Hey! Don't! Don't! Listen to my explanation—listen to my explanation—"
"Do you still have the nerve to explain?"
Zhang Zhengru stopped his palm in the air without taking it back, as if he intended to give Yingping a chance to explain.
"These...these are my master's manuscripts!" Yingping found this opportunity to breathe and quickly explained to the furious Zhang Zhengru.
"What!? Manuscript!?"
"Um!"
As soon as he heard the word 'manuscript', Zhang Zhengru immediately took back his raised palm and picked up the two pieces of paper again. He read them carefully and saw a few words on the slightly messy paper that stood out.
'The country is governed by laws... great virtues inspire the world... no need to comb your hair... no distinction between high and low...'
Dr. Zhang shook his head as hard as he could to wake himself up completely. After confirming that he had read correctly, he grabbed Yingping's arm and asked solemnly: "Is this really Mr. Wen's manuscript!?"
"Hiss - Ouch - I can still lie to you -"
"Then give me more!"
"Okay, okay - just let go, I'll give it all to you... I'll give it all to you..."
After Zhang Zhengru heard this, he quickly let go of his hand. Yingping took advantage of this opportunity to quickly withdraw his hand and protect it in front of his chest, for fear that Dr. Zhang would catch him again if he got excited. Compared to himself, the rigid old Confucian scholar in front of him looked more like Wen Junchen's disciple.
"You can't break your promise!"
Seeing that Yingping did not give him the manuscript immediately, Zhang Zhengru stared at Yingping cautiously.
"Take it, take it..."
Yingping handed all the remaining manuscripts to Dr. Zhang, as if sending away a beggar. On the other side, Zhang Zhengru carefully caught the manuscript.
"Are you satisfied?"
Zhang Zhengru neatly stacked the manuscripts as if he had found a treasure, nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice, never wanting to take his eyes off the manuscripts for a moment.
"Okay, then please take your time and watch, we are going back first."
Zhang Zhengru waved his hand without raising his head, signaling Yingping and the others to leave quickly and not to hinder me from reading and appreciating Mr. Wen's manuscript.
Seeing that Zhang Zhengru was no longer entangled with him, Yingping took the bullwhip from Ye Changshan and whipped Forrest Gump on the buttocks, and the bullock cart quickly drove out of the city...
