Chapter 502: The Jianghu People Who Have Kindness and Vengeance
A Tao was silent, seeming to be thinking.
Zhao Cheng smiled and said: "You have the right to act chivalrously..."
"Get out!" A Tao suddenly shouted.
Zhao Cheng pleaded: "Miss A Tao, in the battle at Mujing Bay, you can live and die together..."
A Tao said: "Consort, if you don't go out and tell me how to take off my clothes, do you still want to look at my body?"
Zhao Cheng was overjoyed and quickly retreated. While returning, he bowed to A Tao and said, "Miss A Tao, I will definitely remember this in my heart. When Zhao Hu wakes up, I will make him obey your words and follow your husband!!"
"Get out quickly, I'm so annoyed!!!"
boom!
Zhao Cheng was driven out by A Tao and closed the door tightly.
Zhao Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and smiled softly at the three people waiting outside.
Zhao Yandao: "Brother, you laugh so cheaply."
"Begging for a beating." Zhao Cheng glared at Zhao Yan, stood with his hands behind his back, and walked forward proudly, saying: "It's such a beautiful time, let's go back and rest!"
"Master!" Suddenly, a black shadow fell from the tree.
Seeing the person coming, Zhao Cheng asked: "Xiao Fei, why are you here suddenly? What's the matter?"
Yuan Fei cupped his fists and said, "I've been waiting in the courtyard for a long time. It's not an urgent matter, but I just encountered something strange and I think I still have to tell the master."
Everyone gathered around, and Zhao Cheng asked: "What's weird?"
Yuan Fei said: "For three consecutive nights, Yan Zheng burned paper money in his yard."
Zhao Cheng said: "What's so strange about this? Don't you have to burn paper money for your ancestors during the New Year?"
Yuan Fei said: "But the custom is to burn paper money to pay homage to the ancestors the night before the Spring Festival. But now the Spring Festival has passed ten days, and Yan Zheng was very sad when he burned the paper money. He even cried loudly after drinking the night before."
Zhao Yan said: "Brother, this is indeed unreasonable. How can anyone cry loudly and bitterly when paying homage to their ancestors?"
Zhao Cheng narrowed his eyes and said, "You mean, a relative of Yan Zheng passed away recently?"
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Elegant manor.
After the academy and the studio moved into the manor, the Yiwen Club was also established in the manor, but the area allocated to the Yiwen Club was much larger than that of the academy and the studio, and together it was ten times the size of the two.
In addition to offices, most of these are the residences of members of the Yiwen Club.
Yan Zheng had a high status in Yiwen Club, so Zhao Cheng assigned him a courtyard.
It was already Haishi, and Yan Zheng was still burning paper money in the yard. He was sitting on the ground, with three wine bottles piled up beside his left leg.
Beside his right leg, in addition to stacks of paper money, there is also draft paper from the Yiwen Club.
Yan Zheng threw the paper money in his hand into the brazier, held up the draft paper and looked at it, with two lines of tears in his eyes.
"Third brother..."
"I haven't heard from you for six years, and suddenly I saw you between the lines, and it was like a yin and a yang!"
"You...your life is miserable!"
Yan Zheng tightly grasped the drafts in his hands. These drafts were information provided by members of the Yiwen Flying Team and internal and external staff of the company. Yan Zheng compiled them, and he judged the situation in all aspects and selected which ones to publish in the "Yiwen Semi-monthly"
released on.
The content of the draft in his hand is the news about the battle of Mujing Bay in Changsui.
There is a name inside, which is why he is burning paper money here.
Yan Xin.
Six years ago, Yan Zheng was depressed due to the double blow of divorcing his wife and failing the exam, and fell seriously ill. His younger brother Yan Xin came to take care of him. After he recovered, Yan Xin said that there was a new Maoshan sect in the world. This sect
He is low-key but powerful. He wants to join him and drags Yan Zheng along with him.
Yan Zheng believed that the so-called martial arts sects were thieves and bandits. He was not willing to be reduced to a gangster and wanted to continue studying to gain fame. He forbade Yan Xin from becoming a bandit and locked Yan Xin at home.
Unexpectedly, Yan Xin not only ran away, but also left a letter and took away his deceased elder brother's only son with him. Yan Zheng was so angry that he fell seriously ill again.
In the past six years, Yan Zheng heard some things about the Mushan Sect, but there was no news about Yan Xin.
But I didn't expect that when I heard the news about my brother again, it would be like this.
Helplessness, anger, guilt...
Countless negative emotions came to mind, and Yan Zheng drank heavily from the wine bottle, wishing he could get drunk.
But when I think of the interesting career of Yiwen Club and the promising imperial examination in the future, I don't dare to die drunk.
For several days in a row, I was wandering in this tangle.
Can't sleep at night.
"Brother, I have burned money for you every year. You should have saved a lot of savings now, right?"
"The third brother is also going down, you have to take good care of him!"
"Although he is disobedient, he is a loyal person. I..."
The flames in the brazier in front of me suddenly jumped, and the paper money burned to ashes floated.
But there was no wind or snow at this time, and Yan Zheng was a little confused. Could it be that the ghosts of his eldest brother and younger brother came to collect money?
Suddenly, a black shadow fell down.
Yan Zheng was startled. He leaned back a few times and exclaimed: "Who?!"
The person who came was a man wrapped in a cotton coat. He walked quickly to the brazier and raised his head.
"Second uncle."
Yan Zheng was stunned, leaned forward, and carefully looked at the face of the person in front of him.
"Yilun?"
"It's me, second uncle."
Yan Zheng was so shocked that he quickly climbed up to Yan Yilun, held his face, and said: "Yilun, it's really you! Six years, six years, you have grown up!"
Yan Yilun held Yan Zheng's hand and smiled with tears in his eyes: "Second uncle, you are much older."
Yan Zheng sighed, looked at the brazier, and said: "The dead are gone, but the living are like this. Seeing that my eldest brother and third brother have passed away, but I have not yet been able to obtain merit, my life... has been wasted."
Yan Yilun looked around and said: "Second uncle, although you have not obtained the honors, but you can live in such a courtyard in the Yiwen Club, with your current status in the Yiwen Club, you are already better than those who have obtained the honors but cannot display their talents.
That’s a lot!”
Yan Zheng asked: "Yilun, your third uncle is in the Maoshan sect, can he... get married and have children?"
Yan Yilun shook his head and asked: "Second uncle, where are you?"
Yan Zheng also shook his head and said: "Besides studying, I have no interest in anything else. If the Yiwen Club hadn't invited me to work and rekindled my confidence in life, I would have had no interest in anything else in this world except for my obsession with the imperial examination.
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With that said, Yan Zheng patted Yan Yilun on the shoulder and said, "Yilun, you are the only incense in the Yan family!"
Yan Yilun suddenly knelt down, picked up the paper money and burned it, saying: "Incense and other things are not important to me, but the third uncle's revenge must be avenged!"
"Yilun?" Yan Zheng looked at this eldest nephew in surprise, and then realized that he had changed a lot.
His eyes were full of anger.
"Second uncle, don't be surprised. Six years ago, I joined the Mushan sect with my third uncle, and became a disciple of two highly respected seniors, and learned a lot of skills."
"I am no longer the young man who listened to you reading all day long. I am now a man in the world of Jianghu who must repay kindness and take revenge."
"I regard my third uncle as my father, and my two masters as my second father. But all three of them... were harmed and lost their lives."
"This hatred is irreconcilable!"
Yan Zheng asked: "Do you know who the enemy is?"
Yan Yilun clenched his fists and clenched his fists, and the sound almost came out from between his teeth.