Chapter 11: My Heart is Like Yours (Continued 2) Second Update

  In fact, Du Ruju and Sun Simiao did not pay much attention to the content.

  What they were amazed at was the writing under Yan Qing's brush. Unlike the popular Erwang calligraphy of the time, it used a seal script style, changing from the thin, hard, and elegant pen strokes that were popular during the Sui dynasty to a rich, bold, and powerful style with wide and expansive strokes. Just looking at those majestic and powerful regular script characters, although they still seemed a bit immature, was enough to shock the three men. Zhang Zhongjian was slightly better off, while Sun Simiao and Du Ruhui looked at Yan Qing as if he were a monster.

  This is a font that has never appeared since ancient times. Although it doesn't have the clear and mysterious beauty of Wei and Jin, it reveals a majestic atmosphere.

  Is this really written by a little kid?

  Or was it from this little kid's hand?

  "Also, I would like to ask you, sir, to pass this letter on to Dodo."

  Zheng Yankuang didn't notice other people's gaze and handed over the letter with wet ink to the white-clothed knight.

  The white-clad knight took over the letter in surprise, carefully putting it into his bosom. Then he bowed his head and said, "Please take care of yourself, Gongzi Yanqing!"

  Having said that, he turned over and mounted his horse, leading his men to gallop away with a flourish of their whips.

  Seeing off the white-robed knight, Zheng Yanqing felt somewhat disheartened...

  The devil works in mysterious ways. He wrote a poem, and suddenly he seemed to have lost his spirit. He didn't know why he had written that poem "Divination", it was just after reading the "Farewell Fu" sent by Duoduo, he had an urge to vent.

  "Hurray!"

  Just as Zheng Yance was about to return to his carriage, Du Ruhui suddenly appeared in front of him and grabbed his arm.

  "Huh?"

  "What font did you use just now?"

  Zheng Yanqing was taken aback for a moment, then came to his senses. He secretly cried out that something was wrong! What he had just used was the Yan-style calligraphy he had learned in his previous life. However, the creator of Yan-style calligraphy, Mr. Yan Zhenqing, had not yet been born at this time. In other words, he was the first person to use Yan-style calligraphy... How should he respond? Yanqing didn't know what to do for a moment.

  "Don't be like this, you're scaring the little kids."

  Du Ruhui's dark face revealed a frenzied expression, his eyes wide with excitement. Zheng Yance felt even more at a loss. Sun Simiao couldn't help but step forward and block Du Ruhui, then crouched down and asked warmly: "Yance, tell me, who taught you the calligraphy style you used just now?"

  Sun Simiao would never believe it even if he was beaten to death that such a magnificent calligraphy style could come from Yanqing's hand.

  In his opinion, Zheng Yanqing was born into the Zheng family and it wasn't unusual that he could read and write. The folk song he had just composed didn't particularly catch Sun Simiao's attention either. Like Du Ruhui, Sun Simiao was concerned about the font Zheng used, where did it come from?

  On the side, Zheng Shi'an furrowed his brow and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Sun, my son has not yet started school and no one has taught him."

  Zheng Yanqing's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly shouted: It's over!

  As expected, Sun Simiao, who had always been calm, became agitated after hearing Zheng Shian's words.

  "Zheng Guan Jia, are you saying that no one taught Yan Qing how to write?"

  "Yan Qing is only seven years old now and hasn't even started school yet. This time going to Luoyang, it's precisely to pay respects under Master Yan."

  "How is this possible?" Sun Simiao exclaimed.

  Zheng Shi'an said: "This child has liked writing since he was young. Previously in Xingyang, because he was afraid of wasting paper and ink, he practiced on the sandy ground. The old man didn't know what he was doing... Yanqing, are you practicing calligraphy?"

  "Oh, yes!"

  Zheng Yanqing steeled himself and nodded in acknowledgement.

  Zheng Shi'an's words left him no room for excuses. In his life at An Yuan Tang, the one who knew him best was Zheng Shi'an. At this time, telling a lie would be easily seen through by Zheng Shi'an, and if not careful, it might even backfire.

  "But I don't remember teaching you how to read."

  Yan Qing thought for a moment and replied softly, "Auntie Xu taught me to recognize characters, and later when I was helping the old master sweep the room, I saw a few volumes of calligraphy... At first, I learned to imitate Liu Xiong's stele and Shi Jing, but later I also imitated the Luan Tang Tie and Ya Tou Wan Tie, yet somehow it didn't feel quite right. Two years ago, when I followed Doudou to practice martial arts, once I saw her dance with a sword, I gained some insight. So I tried to incorporate some of that sword intent into my writing... but I'm not sure if it's correct or not."

  The Liu Xiong Bei and Shi Jing were written by Cai Yong, a great Confucian scholar of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

  The "Luan Lun Tie" was written by Wang Xizhi, and the "Ya Tou Wan Tie" was a treasure passed down from Wang Xianzhi. In Zheng Dashi's study, there were indeed these few inscriptions, and Zheng Shian had also seen them. But he never thought that these few inscriptions would become Zheng Yanqing's shield.

  Sun Simiao repeatedly exclaimed in surprise, "This is no divine child, who else could compare with him?"

  If this isn't a prodigy, then who can live up to the name 'prodigy'. As for Zhang Zhongjian, his blue eyes shone with an unusual luster.

  He nodded repeatedly and praised: "A true prodigy, a true prodigy!"

  "It's no wonder that the strokes in Xing Qing's calligraphy are strong and powerful, like Jing Ke grasping his sword and Fan Kuai holding up his shield. With eyes blazing like a Vajra, and fists clenched like a powerful warrior, it seems to have originated from dancing with swords. Indeed, it is formidable, indeed it is formidable... I've practiced martial arts for thirty years, yet I didn't know there was such subtlety."

  Zhang Zhongjian's praise made Yan Qing's face turn red with embarrassment.

  Du Ru Hui suddenly grabbed Xian Qing's hand and said, "Xian Qing, why don't you leave a note for me, so I can ponder it carefully when I return?"

  "How can you be so rude?"

  Sun Simiao hastily reproached him, saying in a low voice: "Such a wonderful text should be shared with everyone, how can you monopolize it by yourself?"

  "Right, right, when sharing."

  Zhang Zhongjian also nodded repeatedly, indicating his agreement.

  Zheng Yanqing scratched his head and sighed: "The kid just now was only momentarily inspired, so he could write that kind of text."

  "If I were to write again at this time, I'm afraid it would be difficult to be as good as just now."

  Sun Simiao said: "What Yan Qing said is absolutely right. Since it's like this, why don't we travel together? Who knows when we'll have a feeling?"

  It seems these three will not rest until they get the letter.

  Yan Qing had a mind to shirk, but didn't know how to refuse.

  "Yan Qing, since Mr. Sun has spoken up, you might as well agree to it. If it's really not possible, we can take a rest in Yanshi for a day."

  Zheng Shi'an knew this was a great opportunity for Zheng Yanqing to make a name for himself and gain fame.

  These three people in front of me, although they are all ordinary people, but their backgrounds are not small. Zhang Zhongjian is the son of Zhang Jiling and has a close relationship with the nobles of Chang'an; Sun Simiao has the reputation of being a saintly child, and even Yang Jian treats him with utmost respect. As for Du Ruhui, although he has no fame or achievements, but after all, he is also an official's son, maybe he can help Zheng Yanqing in some way.

  In short, none of these three people can be offended!

  Zheng Yanqing had no choice but to nod in agreement.

  Sun Simiao and the other two were overjoyed, and they also became much more affectionate towards Zheng Shisan and his grandson.

  Zhang Zhongjian was going to Chang'an, Du Ruhui's hometown, also in Guanzhong. Sun Simiao was going to enter Shu and travel to Mount Emei, passing through Guanzhong along the way. All three were going to detour through Luoyang, and Zheng Shi'an and his grandson were also on the same route. After discussion, they decided to merge their caravans together.

  At this time, the sky was already bright, and everyone packed up their luggage and set off.

  Zheng Yanqing sat in the car, thinking of a countermeasure.

  When the fleet went around Shouyang Mountain, they suddenly heard a faint singing voice accompanied by a drumbeat.

  "Halt!"

  Zheng Yanqing leaned in close and listened intently, suddenly changing color.

  He shouted loudly, walked out of the carriage, stood on the axle, and looked into the distance.

  The song echoes in the mountains, lingering on and on.

  The sun's rays shone like a halo, with colorful clouds. A red sun rose from the mountains, exceptionally magnificent. In the distance, Xian Qing saw someone moving on the mountain top. Although it was far away and not very clear, he knew that Duo Duo was there.

  Because that song is actually his previous work "Bō Suàn Zǐ".

  I live at the head of the Yangtze River, you live at its tail. Day by day I think of you but cannot see you, together we drink from the Yangtze River.

  When will this water stop flowing? When will this hatred be over? I only wish that your heart is like mine, and don't disappoint the thought of our longing...

  Zheng Yanqing wanted to jump off the car, but was tightly grasped by Zheng Shian's hand, "Yanqing, you can't go now!"

  "Grandpa..."

  Zheng Shi'an's face turned gloomy and he shouted in a stern voice: "Don't you hurry up and get going?"

  The fleet advanced slowly in the singing voice.

  Zheng Yanqing gritted his teeth, suddenly patted his chest with his hand, and bowed to the vague figure on the mountain.

  He believed that Duo Duo must be able to see it.

  I wish your heart is like mine, and you will never disappoint our longing for each other!