Ye Chunqiu sighed and said, "Uncle Huang Shi and our Ye family are also family friends. Oh, my nephew has never had time to visit your mansion. I deserve to die."

Damn... you really get married to anyone you see.

Huang Jing had the urge to vomit blood. No matter how thick-skinned he was, he felt a sense of anger and frustration. People licked their faces and called you uncle. He was also a "very stupid and innocent" young man. Can you say these ruthless words? Fenghua County is so big. If it spreads, everyone will only say that you are narrow-minded and don't even let go of your children.

Ye Chunqiu frowned slightly, and then said, "Uncle Huang Shi said just now that he would retreat even if he did not retreat, but is it really because of the Huang Jingshi in Hangzhou? With Huang Jingshi here, our Ye family really can't afford to provoke the Huang family. This is the truth."

Which pot doesn’t open, which pot is picked up.

Ye Chunqiu's good impression is so that. He actually brought out the Censor Huang like his father.

County Magistrate Wang's eyebrows were twitching, his old face was twitching, and he wanted to have an attack.

Huang Jing angrily scolded: "Children Huangkou, don't talk nonsense!"

Ye Chunqiu pursed his lips and said, "When talking about this Huang Jingshi, I don't know if my nephew is destined to be with him. Early this morning, I picked up a letter that was sent to Uncle Huang Shi. Uncle Huang Shishi, do you think... isn't this fate?"

Ye Chunqiu actually had a letter from Huang Jing to Huang Jing...

This made everyone feel a little incredible. It is not surprising that the letters are occasionally lost, but they just happened to be lost and were picked up by Ye Chunqiu, which is a bit too coincidental.

How could Huang Jing believe you, you, a child with yellow mouth, are full of nonsense. Who would like to pay attention to you? He said coldly: "My brother has no correspondence with me, so don't talk nonsense."

Ye Chunqiu ignored it and said to himself: "My nephew picked up this letter, and couldn't help but be curious, and actually opened it."

"Hmph!" Huang Jing snorted coldly and ignored it.

Ye Chunqiu pretended to behave and took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, saying, "Huang Jing, my brother, I have read the letter from your family. I will write a poem and read it with me."

This guy is obviously pretending to be zero-egg points.

Because when the county magistrate Wang saw Ye Chunqiu, he also touched Huang Jingshi, which made him feel a little embarrassed, so his face looked very bad.

As for Huang Jing, he just sneered, because the letters his brother gave him would never be so "simple", and he would not have to write a poem about Lao Shizi. Ye Chunqiu's letter was fake, and this little boy dared to fake someone's letters... Humph, it was all from the Ye family, so I'll clean up together.

Huang Jing said aloud when he saw the opportunity: "Marriage Master, the student has something unknown, please come to the teachings."

County Magistrate Wang said: "But it's okay."

Huang Jing said: "I dare to ask the Lord, what crime do those who forged letters and play in the court? How should they deal with it?"

County Magistrate Wang almost blurted out: "If you are exiled for three thousand miles, if you think of your young and ignorant, you will beat more than a dozen boards and drive them out."

County Magistrate Wang was determined to keep some affection, thinking of Ye Chunqiu calling his beloved mansion, and he was unwilling to exile Ye Chunqiu.

Although Huang Jing felt a little regretful, he was still quite satisfied. He smiled and looked at Ye Chunqiu provocatively, saying, "Okay, aren't there any poetry? The young master of the Ye family, read it and see if this is written by his brother."

Threat, naked threat.

He waited for Ye Chunqiu to read it out, and then proved that it was a fake letter. He covered it with a hat playing in the court. Not to mention whether Ye Chunqiu's father admitted his guilt or not, he beat the younger one first, let's see if your Ye family surrendered.

Ye Jing's face turned pale. He knew that Ye Chunqiu loved to make trouble, so he no longer cared about anything at this time and hurriedly said, "Sir, Chunqiu is still a child..."

Scared me? Do you think I was scared?

Ye Chunqiu said to Ye Jing: "Dad, this is really a letter from Huang Jingshi. Don't be anxious. Huang Jingshi's poems are really wonderful..."

Ye Jing's heart was already in his throat, and his whole body was covered in cold sweat. He gritted his teeth and simply wanted to admit the crime, but saw Ye Chunqiu spreading paper and chanting it out with his head shaking his head: "Thousands of miles of books are just for the land, so why not let him have a hundred acres..."

Very ordinary poems, even a bit like likable poems, but... Wang County Magistrate of course knew that Ye Chunqiu could not have picked up the letters left by the Huang family. This little guy improvised the poems in the tone of Huang Yushi on the spot, and the rhythm was reasonable, as if...

Ye Chunqiu said again: "The Great Wall is still there..."

The eyes of the county magistrate Wang suddenly opened. From a trivial matter of fighting for fields, the second half of the verse suddenly turned trivial, and the opening of the Great Wall was a bit like a high-level view. The first half of the verse was a likable poem, and the first sentence of the next half seemed to suddenly raise the pattern.

Ye Chunqiu read the last sentence: "I don't see Qin Shihuang back then."

call……

The artistic conception is profound. The Great Wall is still there. Qin Shihuang was gone. Combined with the first half of the narrative, although this poem is plain, it is full of life meaning.

County Magistrate Wang even suspected that this was really a letter from Huang Jingshi, because a child in his early teens could improvise such a poem?

His eyes narrowed, and Ye Chunqiu couldn't help but say, "This is indeed the letter from Huang Jingshi. If you don't believe it, you will know it at first glance."

A clerk took the letter and sent it to the Wang County Magistrate's case. Wang County Magistrate looked at the paper suspiciously, and then he couldn't help laughing. There was no poem or a letter from home. It was clearly just a piece of white paper.

Not a letter from home.

But……

County Magistrate Wang actually smiled. Ye Chunqiu's quick wisdom showed opened his eyes. The poem was very good. The eleven-year-old boy could write it, and it was considered a child prodigy. More importantly... County Magistrate Wang pursed his lips and said lightly: "It seems... it is indeed Brother Huang Shi's letter."

Huang Jing was anxious. How could this be possible? There was no such thing? He hurriedly stepped forward, took the letter, and looked carefully, but it was a blank piece of paper. He couldn't help laughing: "Haha... this is not a letter from home... It's just a mess..." Then... his eyes inadvertently intertwined with the eyes of County Magistrate Wang. He suddenly shuddered, as if he realized something.

Seeing Huang Jing suddenly paused, it seemed that the people of the Huang family were not stupid, Ye Chunqiu sighed in his heart.

Then Ye Chunqiu said in awe: "This poem is good, not only has a lofty meaning, but it shows that Huang Yushi's literary talent is outstanding, especially in the second half of this poem, the Great Wall is still there today, but Qin Shihuang, who ordered the construction of the Great Wall, was no longer there. Huang Yushi's broad mind and open-mindedness are so open-minded. No wonder he was so kind and honored by the court. Chunqiu should learn from Huang Yushi's principles of being a human being, fame and fortune, for a while, but how many people can see it in ancient and modern times. In this Fenghua County, only Huang Yushi."

County Magistrate Wang was also happy. He stroked his beard and actually went to echo a little kid: "That's right, Brother Huang Shi is so open-minded, so we are not as good as that."

Everyone was stunned.

Those pretending "passers A, B, C, and D" originally wanted to shout and kill a few words, but now they were all stunned.

Huang Jing's face was the most exciting.

In fact, just when he was talking nonsense and the word "speak" was about to blurt out, he suddenly realized something.

I am a pig, I almost denied this letter of family. The problem with this letter of family is not the authenticity of the letter of family, but the poem.

Of course, poetry is a good poem with profound meaning. Huang Jing dare not deny this point. Poems with philosophy like this are often more likely to be popular, just like Li Taibai's poems are often the most widely circulated not his "About Wine", but looking up at the bright moon and thinking of his hometown. Because such poems are often catchy and are the easiest to express a certain feeling.

Huang Jing is almost certain that this poem will spread soon.
Chapter completed!