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

  After this interlude, the atmosphere between the two sides became more lively.

  Zheng Shi'an invited Zhang Zhongjian and others to drink in the camp, Zhang Zhongjian, Sun Simiao and Du Ruhui three people, also didn't decline.

  Everyone drank freely until late at night.

  Zhang Zhongjian and others bid farewell and left, while Zheng Shian walked into the car and woke up Zheng Yanqing who had already fallen asleep.

  "Grandpa, what are you doing?!"

  "Yan Qing, what you said to Na Ruhui today... I mean, why did you talk nonsense? When did the young master ever mention him? You haven't even seen Mr. Yan Shigu's face, so how do you know his evaluation?"

  Dazed and confused, Zheng Yankuang said in a low voice: "Don't bully the poor young man, he may be down on his luck today, but who knows if he won't rise to greatness tomorrow?"

  "Huh?"

  Zheng Shi'an was taken aback and didn't ask further.

  Yan Qing was sleeping soundly on his lap, but Zheng Shi'an's heart was racing as he looked at Yan Qing with a complex gaze.

  Don't cheat young poor people!

  Yan Qing, are you referring to Du Ruhui or yourself?

  For a moment, Zheng Shian felt a sense of confusion and uncertainty. He had a premonition that the little grandson in front of him might not follow the path he had planned out for him... Perhaps, Yan Qing would have an extraordinary future?

  No, he still has a humble origin hanging over him, and for his future prospects, it's best to resolve this as soon as possible.

  Zheng Shi'an thought of this and fell into deep contemplation.

  Dawn was approaching, and a faint light of pale white color appeared on the horizon.

  The campfires at both campsites have gone out, and everyone is in a sweet dreamland.

  Just then, a hurried horseshoe sound came over.

  Close behind, the sound of copper gongs rang out, startling Zheng Shian and Yan Qing awake from their dreams.

  "What's wrong?"

  Outside the carriage, Zheng Woshan replied: "I'm not clear, it's the sound of Zhang Zhongjian's side."

  Before his voice had fallen, Zhang Zhongjian shouted loudly: "Who is it? If you don't stop your horse, I'll shoot arrows!"

  "Don't move, don't move!"

  The horse neighed loudly, and the sound echoed in the dawn sky. Immediately after, someone shouted: "May I ask, is this the camp of Zhengshi Anyuandang?"

  Looking for us?

  Zheng Shi'an pulled Zheng Yanqing's hand and walked out of the carriage. Standing on the carriage shaft, he looked up and saw more than a dozen war horses stopped in front of him, with knights wearing white clothes, white headscarves, and holding shiny swords.

  Zheng Shi'an furrowed his brow, indicating that Zheng Wei-shan should answer.

  "I am Zheng Weishan of An Yuantang, may I ask which friend has come to visit?"

  The white-clad knight on horseback turned his horse's head and asked the Zheng family's camp, "May I ask if Zheng Yanqing, young master Zheng, is inside?"

  What's the celebration for?

  This time, it was not just Zheng Shian who felt strange, but also Zheng Yanqing.

  He didn't know these people in white clothes, and from small to large, he had never left Gongyi, how could anyone know him?

  But judging from the tone, the other party didn't have any malicious intentions.

  Then Zheng Yanqing stepped forward, "I am Zheng Yanqing, who are you?"

  The white-clad knight took a glance at Yan Qing, then dismounted and strode forward. Zheng Weishan and the others immediately showed a wary expression, while on the other side, Zhang Zhongjian and Sun Simiao also hurried over, looking puzzled as the white-clad knight walked up to Yan Qing's face.

  "My young lady has something to give to Master Yanqing."

  "I am!"

  The white-clothed knight nodded and took out a small package from his bosom, handing it over to Yan Qing.

  Wrapped in white cloth, with words on it. Inside the package, there was a strand of black hair and a dagger with a jade handle and a green shark skin scabbard. Yan Qing recognized at a glance that this dagger was Doudou's green pearl dagger.

  He couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise, and hastily stopped the knight, asking in a low voice: "Dodo, is she okay? Did she leave any last words?"

  "Miss is fine, just can't show her face now."

  "There is a note on the package, Young Master can take a closer look... I still have things to attend to, so I won't disturb you further. Farewell, Young Master Xing Qing."

  "Wait!"

  Zheng Yanqing grasped the arm of the white-robed knight.

  Kan Na Knight's arm was like a fish that had come alive. It had clearly been grasped, but it strangely slipped out of Zheng Yanqing's hand.

  "Is there anything else, Master Xianqing?"

  "Wait a minute!"

  Zheng Yanqing turned around, and Zheng Shian had already ordered someone to light a torch and walked in front of him. Under the bright light of the torch, on the white cloth, densely packed with beautiful small characters: "The melancholy that destroys one's soul is not necessarily so. The Qin and Wu states are far apart, and the Yan and Song states are thousands of miles away. Or perhaps it is because spring moss has just sprouted, but autumn winds have suddenly risen. Therefore, the traveler's heart is broken, with a hundred sad and desolate feelings...

  This is the "Farewell Fu" written by Jiang Yan, a famous scholar of the Southern Dynasty. The sentence that sets the tone, "The only thing that can make one's soul melancholy and disheartened is parting", is especially well-known. Zheng Yance's face twitched with sorrow, and his heart couldn't help but feel pain. Those green silks, it seems, were cut off strand by strand.

  "Grandpa, do you have a pen?"

  Zheng Shi'an was still wondering in his heart, could Xian Qing read?

  Before, he thought Zheng Shi'an's writing and drawing were just a child's play, and didn't pay much attention.

  "This is 'The Other Ode', and he's just a little kid, how can he understand such things? For the first time, Zheng Shian began to take Yan Qing seriously. He felt even more that Yan Qing was not ordinary. However, since he disliked writing, Zheng Shian wouldn't refuse."

  On the side, Du Ruhui suddenly spoke up: "I have a pen here, Yanqing, what do you want to do?"

  He carried a package with him, which contained books, paper and pen.

  Placed on the carriage shaft, handed the brush to Yanqing, then took out an inkstone, curiously looking at Yanqing's ink.

  Not just Du Ruhui was surprised, Sun Simiao and Zhang Zhongjian also felt curious.

  They didn't know who Doudou was, but they could guess a little bit. However, Doudou used the "Farewell Fu" to express her sorrow of parting, how could Zheng Yance not be moved? If it were really like that, this kid would truly be extraordinary.

  Zheng Yanqing didn't think as much as Du Ruhui and others did.

  Holding onto the green silk, it still seems to have a hint of body warmth. In "A Farewell Ode", I've already expressed the sorrow and bitterness in my heart when we parted ways.

  No matter what the reason is, Yan Qing knew that Duo Duo had already set her heart on him.

  When everyone is together, there isn't much feeling. They tease each other and even mock each other's words. But after parting ways, they realize the warmth of the past. Jiang Yan's sentence "The sorrow that destroys one's soul is only separation" can be said to have captured the essence of this feeling.

  Alas, pedophiles are just pedophiles, and lolicon fans are just lolicon fans!

  Yan Qing hesitated for a moment, then wrote hastily on the paper.

  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 waters of 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 for each other...

  One stanza of "Divination" is enough.

  The form had not yet emerged at this time. Because it was a song of harmonious music, it is also called quzi ci, with lines of varying length.

  During the Sui and Tang dynasties, ci had already taken on a rough form, but it was still not fixed.

  To many people, this is just a folk ditty between streets, not worth promoting. However, any form of art, as long as it appears, has its own space to survive. Of course, among the upper class, lyrics are just a minor path.

  But how old is Yan Qing?

  I am at the head of the Yangtze River, you are at the end of the Yangtze River. Everyone can't see each other, but we all drink water from the Yangtze River. In fact, DuoDuo and YanQing, aren't they breathing under the same sky? Even if separated by thousands of miles, what does it matter?

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  Have no choice but to post at the first watch of dawn.

  I have to go out in the morning and may not be able to come back at noon, so I can only put the first update time at dawn.

  The second update is still around five o'clock, and from this chapter on, the heroes of Sui and Tang Dynasties will appear one after another.

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