When the sun was high in the sky, Ding Shang came to find Yan Cheng, who was practicing calligraphy with great concentration at that time.
His calligraphy is vigorous and angular. Although it has not yet formed a completely imposing style, one can still see the owner's inner determination to make progress from every stroke.
"Why can you write so well? Do you often practice calligraphy secretly at home?" Ding Shang said sourly.
"It's normal for scholars to practice calligraphy, right? Why should I do it secretly?"
Yan Cheng was speechless at Ding Shang's questioning. No matter how hard he practiced calligraphy, he would still be criticized. He put away his pen and took Ding Shang out. The servants poured three cups of tea and placed them on the table.
"Why are you here?"
Yan Cheng sat down first. Ding Shang looked at Leng Yan who was looking at him expressionlessly. He always felt that the other party seemed to want to bury him in the ground. His scalp tingled. He swallowed and sat down next to Yan Cheng.
Because he was too nervous and caught up in his own fantasy, Ding Shang didn't hear what was said just now, so Yan Cheng didn't get an answer.
Yan Cheng had no choice but to glance at the man who was emitting cold air for some reason with a warning, "Stop scaring him, or he'll cry."
Leng Yan looked away as if nothing had happened and took a sip of tea calmly.
He had not forgotten how Ding Shang, that clown, had annoyed Yan Cheng with his words over the years.
Yan Cheng asked the same question again, and Ding Shang, who was no longer surrounded by cold air, came back to his senses. He forced himself to ignore the great killer Leng Yan and sighed deeply.
"It's so boring staying in the house! Didn't Lord Ma say he wanted to suppress the bandits? Why hasn't he taken action yet? I heard that Lord Ma is drunk and hasn't woken up yet."
"Others may not know, but don't we? Lord Ma was clearly not drunk yesterday, so he must be pretending today. Why isn't Lord Ma in a hurry to suppress the bandits?"
"Didn't Lord Ma say on the way that the Emperor had high hopes for him and that he was determined to completely eradicate the bandit problem in Luyang?"
Ding Shang didn't understand and was very depressed.
He thought that he would be able to see a spectacular bandit suppression scene when he came to Luyang, but he didn't expect that the protagonist would be in a bad mood from the first day to noon on the second day.
Yan Cheng knew that Ma Zikun was still in the house and hadn't come out yet, but he had a different idea from Ding Shang who was depressed. He believed that Ma Zikun had his own plans.
Perhaps Uncle Ma wanted to test the background of Luyang officials in this way.
Yan Cheng was thinking this, and seeing Ding Shang still mumbling with a bit of impatience, at the same time, the question marks hidden in his heart kept floating in his head.
What's going on with Ding Shang?
In the past, whenever I saw him, I would weakly provoke him with a few words. Why am I suddenly sticking to him now? Did he do anything?
Yan Cheng recalled what happened along the way. It seemed that he didn't interact much with Ding Shang.
He first heard Ding Shang's voice in the inn. He was curious about why Ding Shang, who was supposed to be in Yulin Prefecture, appeared in the inn. He opened the door and took a look, and resolved the dispute between Ding Shang and Wen Boyang.
In the middle of the night, an assassin broke into the inn. When he saw Ding Shang squatting in front of him pitifully and saying that he was scared, he felt sorry for him and let Ding Shang hide in his room.
Then, Ding Shang insisted on coming to Luyang with them just for fun... That's right, it was from here that Ding Shang started to stick to him.
After finishing his recollection, Yan Cheng's eyelids twitched violently. Seeing that Ding Shang was still chattering, he felt sick all over.
Perhaps this was the punishment for his excessive curiosity.
"Yan Cheng, since Master Ma doesn't look like he's going to suppress bandits today, why don't we go out for a walk?"
Tsk, what are you wandering around for? There's nothing right with Lu Yang. Why are you still wandering around? Don't let yourself get lost wandering around.
"Boring, huh?"
Yan Cheng licked his teeth and thought to himself how could he be unhappy alone. He grabbed Ding Shang's wrist with his slender, white but extremely powerful hand and carried him into the house.
His action was so sudden that not only Ding Shang but also Leng Yan didn't react.
When Leng Yan came back to his senses from thinking about buying fresh food for Yan Cheng and followed him, he saw Ding Shang with a confused expression being pressed by Yan Cheng to the seat he had sat in before.
Looking up again, his master was smiling, pressing Ding Shang's shoulders tightly, and said kindly: "Since you are bored, why not review your lessons."
Ding Shang: Horrified.
Σ(?д?|||)??
Leng Yan: Oh.
"I happen to be here. You can ask me if you don't understand anything."
As if afraid that Ding Shang wouldn't believe in his literary ability, Yan Cheng added: "Unlike you who often rank last in exams, I always rank first."
Ding Shang: ...
Isn’t this too heartbreaking?
"No, no need. I don't..." plan to take the imperial examination.
Attempts to stand up were unsuccessful.
"Why not? Learning makes people happy. You will feel the joy of learning."
Yan Cheng smiled and said, "Are you worried that I'll get tired? Don't worry, guiding you alone won't tire me out."
Ding Shang: "No, I..."
The next second, the brush without ink was stuffed into the palm of his hand.
"Stop talking and study."
Yan Cheng placed a copy of the Analects in front of Ding Shang and opened the first page: "Come, let's start with the simplest one."
"The Master said..."
Ding Shang: Dizzy?
What is this? I'm dying, help!
*
Having learned a profound lesson from the day he went to see Yan Cheng, Ding Shang, whose spirit was elevated by reading, never went to see Yan Cheng again in the following days.
It seemed that this person finally realized that Yan Cheng did not welcome him.
Yan Cheng spent a few quiet days and, accompanied by Leng Yan, he took a few walks around the city and collected several ancient books.
Yan Cheng lived a comfortable life, and Ma Zikun's life was not much worse.
Ma Zikun has not even left the government office these days, let alone investigated the bandit problem. Local officials in Luyang are trying to guess what he is up to.
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