Ye Qiu said: "Mom, I'm sorry for making you feel wronged today."
"You silly kid, what are you talking about?" Qian Jinglan said: "You encountered so many things in the hospital and you actually hid it from me. If you hadn't gone to the hospital today, how long would you have planned to hide it from me?"
"I just don't want you to worry."
"Listen to the scolding and advise, don't hold on. If the hospital can't survive, then change the hospital. As for Zhang Lili, she has changed and is no longer the kind-hearted girl she used to be. It's better to separate."
"Um."
"Mr. Zhao must have something serious to do with you, so I won't delay you. I'll get off the car in front."
After the car stopped, Ye Qiu helped Qian Jinglan get out of the car.
"Mr. Zhao, I'm sorry to trouble you today." Qian Jinglan said politely.
"Auntie, there's no need to be polite, it's just a small matter." Zhao Yun was also very polite.
Qian Jinglan told Ye Qiu again: "Come back early. I'll wait for you to go home for dinner. Today, mom will make you your favorite mapo tofu."
"knew."
After the car started, Ye Qiu said with some embarrassment: "My mother is just like that, quite verbose. I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao, for making you laugh."
"fine."
Good?
Ye Qiu glanced at Zhao Yun doubtfully.
The latter remained silent and concentrated on driving.
There was silence all the way.
The atmosphere inside the car was a bit depressing.
Ye Qiu hesitated to speak several times.
After a full twenty minutes, Zhao Yun suddenly said: "Dr. Ye, you must have a lot of doubts in your mind, right?"
"Yes." Ye Qiu did not deny it.
"Ask whatever you want to ask. As long as I can tell you, I will tell you."
"Who is the Dragon King?" Ye Qiu asked immediately.
This question has been weighing on him all this time.
"The Dragon King is the king of Jiangzhou's underground world! He was once a Tiger List master!" Zhao Yun continued: "Actually, you and the Dragon King have already met."
"Is that the old man in Tang suit who was with you yesterday?" Ye Qiu asked.
"Yes."
Sure enough it was him!
When Ye Qiu saw the old man in Tang suit yesterday, he felt that the old man did not look like an ordinary person. Now it seems that his guess was correct.
"Dragon King is his real name?" Ye Qiu asked again.
"No, it's just a title." Zhao Yun said: "The Dragon King's real name is Long Qianqiu, and everyone in the world calls him the Dragon King."
I see.
"I would like to ask, Mr. Zhao, what is your relationship with the Dragon King?" Ye Qiu was a little curious about Zhao Yun's identity.
"I am the Dragon King's personal bodyguard."
"Then your kung fu must be very good, right?"
Zhao Yun smiled and did not answer.
The car drove into the city center and then entered a secluded mountain road. Ye Qiu glanced out of the car window and asked, "Are we going to Yunwu Mountain?"
"Well, the Dragon King lives in Yunwu Mountain."
Ye Qiu was shocked.
In the center of Jiangzhou, there is a mountain peak 500 meters above sea level called Yunwu Mountain. The scenery here is pleasant and the environment is beautiful.
In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, this place was a park, and later it was developed into a top wealthy area. Only the top dignitaries in Jiangzhou are qualified to live in Yunwu Mountain.
Fifteen minutes later.
Exquisite villas with Chinese style appeared in Ye Qiu's sight. They were scattered among the green trees, quiet and distant.
The car drove towards the highest peak and finally stopped in front of an antique villa.
"Dr. Ye, we are here." Zhao Yun said.
Ye Qiu nodded, and when he got out of the car, he saw four guards standing at the door of the villa. They were all powerful and had sharp eyes.
The auras of these four guards are very similar to the auras of Zhao Yun, but their auras are much weaker than Zhao Yun's.
"Brother Zhao!"
Seeing Zhao Yun, the four guards shouted respectfully.
"This is Ye Qiu, the guest invited by the Dragon King." Zhao Yun pointed at Ye Qiu.
The four guards glanced at Ye Qiu and quickly stepped aside.
"Doctor Ye, please come with me." Zhao Yun led the way.
Ye Qiu stepped through the door and saw a courtyard covering an area of several hundred square meters. It contained pavilions, waterside pavilions, fish ponds and rockeries, and various exotic flowers and plants. It felt a bit like a summer resort.
In the middle of the yard, there is a thick sycamore tree, at least a hundred years old, with luxuriant branches and leaves.
Under the tree, there is a stone table.
Rice paper is spread on the stone table.
The Dragon King is practicing calligraphy.
"Dragon King doesn't like to be disturbed when he is practicing calligraphy, so please tread lightly." Zhao Yun reminded in a low voice.
Ye Qiu nodded.
The two walked to the Dragon King. Ye Qiu stretched out his head and looked at it. He saw a few words written on the rice paper:
"Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win fame both in life and in life. Misfortune happened in vain."
The pen moves like a dragon and snake, and its power penetrates the back of the paper. Between the pen and ink, an invincible and murderous spirit emerges on the paper.
"The word is a good word, but it's a pity..."
Ye Qiu suddenly spoke up.
"What's a pity?" Dragon King asked calmly.
"It's a pity that the murderous intention is too strong."
Snapped!
The Dragon King dropped the brush in his hand, raised his head, and his eyes fell on Ye Qiu.
moment.
Ye Qiu felt as if he was being stared at by a peerless ferocious beast, and the hairs all over his body stood up.
Zhao Yun saw this and said quickly: "Ye Qiu, why don't you apologize to the Dragon King quickly?"
"You also know calligraphy?" Dragon King asked before Ye Qiu could apologize.
"Know a thing or two."
In the inheritance of the ancestors of the Ye family, there is a lot of knowledge about calligraphy.
"You just said that the murderous intent was too strong. Do you think I was in the wrong state of mind when I was writing?" The Dragon King asked again.
Ye Qiu had no choice but to bite the bullet and said: "The author of this poem is Xin Qiji. He was a famous Southern Song Dynasty general who fought against the Jin Dynasty. He strongly advocated the recovery of the Central Plains throughout his life, but he was rejected and suppressed. He was not allowed to be appointed for a long time and lived idle for nearly twenty years."
"This poem was written by Xin Qiji while he was living in Xinzhou when he was frustrated."
"In his poems, he expressed his great ambition to kill the enemy, serve the country, and establish fame. However, this sentence of pity happened in vain expresses Xin Qiji's unspeakable depression, pain and anger because he had no way to serve his country!"
"And the words you wrote are like silver and iron hooks, and are full of murderous intent. They are completely opposite to the author's calm mind. However, they are full of the spirit of a tiger that can swallow thousands of miles. This reminds me of a poem by Cao Cao: Lao Ji Fufeng,
Aiming for a thousand miles, a martyr will be ambitious in his old age."
The Dragon King stared at Ye Qiu, his eyes as deep as an abyss, without saying a word, but the huge aura on his body was still there.
Ye Qiu was so nervous that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
After a full two minutes, the Dragon King suddenly laughed and said, "Ye Qiu, you are very good."
Hearing these words, Ye Qiu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, the Dragon King asked kindly: "Ye Qiu, I asked Zhao Yun to invite you. I didn't disturb your work, right?"
"No."
"That's good." The Dragon King put away the smile on his face again and said solemnly: "Ye Qiu, please come over. There is something I want to ask you to help me with."
"What's the matter?" Ye Qiu asked.
"I want to ask you to help me cure my illness." The Dragon King said, "I'm about to die."
