Qin Mengyao said: "Okay, how dare Mengyao not listen to the words of the ancestor?"

Li Zhichang said seriously: "Don't be careless. In the future, he will integrate my Confucianism and carry it forward."

Qin Mengyao said: "Does the ancestor still accept him as his apprentice?"

Li Zhichang said: "This won't be true. If I accept him as a disciple, I'm afraid I won't meet the Middle Ages in the future."

In the suburbs of Yidu, Shuzhong, a young man with a pretty eyebrows had a few shadows of Zhou Hongwen back then. After stacking the chopped firewood, he entered the main hall. A thorn hairpin, a cloth skirt, a woman with a charming charm was doing needlework.

When she saw the boy coming in, she said: Er, have you finished chopping the firewood?"

The boy said, "It's time to split, mother, I have something I want to ask you for advice."

The beautiful woman said, "Tell me, just don't ask for money."

The boy stared at the beautiful woman very calmly. The beautiful woman was a little distracted, but then she was shocked and thought in her heart that the child was older.

She said, "If you have anything, please tell me."

The boy said, "Mother, I am not your and your father's child, right?"

The beautiful woman is Zhou Hongwen's second wife Wang. When Zhou Hongwen died of illness, she was young and could not end up in one go. She just took Zhou Hongwen's son and remarried very hard. She wanted to throw away the child several times, but she was inexplicably back to her side.

This strange thing happened several times, and when I heard the rumors of my husband's death, I was afraid and dared not leave him. Finally, I brought a son and had no choice but to remarry a nearby ordinary man Zhu Wenhan.

The other party had no son, so he regarded Zhou Yuanliang as his own, and concealed Zhou Yuanliang's life experience and changed his name to Zhu Shuoyue.
Chapter completed!