Chen Ao went back to see Zhou Zheng overnight. When he arrived at the side hall, he saw poor Zhou Heng kneeling under the eaves, looking at Chen Ao pitifully, very tragic and miserable.

"Wow, the young master is back!" Chen Ao walked over and smiled. He hadn't seen Zhou Heng for a long time. There were rumors in the mansion that Zhou Heng was going out to hide from the limelight, but he still didn't escape. It was so pitiful to kneel here in the cold weather.

However, Chen Ao's sympathy has obviously not spread to the point of sympathizing with the young master, but it has become a little more gloating. Having said that, if Zhou Heng is worthy of sympathy, then there are too many people in this world who need to sympathy.

Zhou Heng raised his chin and raised his head, and said, "Chen Ao, ha, what are you doing here? I'm practicing martial arts today. Don't interrupt, go quickly." He was a stubborn duck. He was obviously kneeling so hard that his feet were unconscious, but he was still saying that he was practicing martial arts.

Chen Ao laughed and patted his shoulder: "Then the young master practices well. When will the magical skills be achieved? Remember to know me." As he said that, he walked into the hall with a swagger.

Zhou Zhengzheng was walking back and forth when he saw Chen Ao coming in, and said in surprise: "Have you brought the ring back?"

Chen Ao took out the brocade box and handed it to Zhou Zhengdao: "Take it back."

Zhou Zheng opened the brocade box and took out the ring. He was happy and could not help but say, "Hey, I finally got it back. If I lose it, what will I look like to meet the ancestors of the Zhou family! Okay, you helped me a lot this time. I really don't know how to thank you, haha..." He suddenly said, "But there is no need to thank you. In the future, we are a family, so there is no need to thank you. Haha... Did the lady tell you about that?"

Chen Ao said: "I wonder what the prince is talking about?"

Zhou Zheng sat down and said with a smile: "Madam wants to recognize you as his nephew. Tomorrow, you can pour a cup of tea for your wife. This family will be recognized. From now on, you will be the relatives of our Duke's Mansion. Then, follow me to the Imperial College to enroll, study hard, and shine the family."

Chen Ao was surprised. It was just in line with his intentions to recognize his wife as his aunt. Since his wife was willing, he had no reason to refuse. When he came to this world, he had no relatives. It would be better to have a relative. He hurriedly said, "Madam treats me as much as a mountain, and she is willing to recognize me. Chen Ao is so happy that he can call him aunt."

Zhou Zheng stroked his beard and nodded with a smile: "That's great. There is no need to call me a master in the future, just call me uncle. I have asked someone to repair a courtyard. It's not good for you to live in the servant's house. You'll move to a new house in a few days."

Chen Ao thanked him, then remembered the brocade box again and said, "Mr. Uncle, there are still a few things here for me to see."

Zhou Zheng put the brocade box aside, Chen Ao opened it and took out a fan from it. The fan style was very ordinary, it was an ordinary paper fan, and the words were written on the fan and the drawings were drawn, but the paper was a little yellow.

Zhou Zheng knew that Chen Ao was quick-minded and asked to see.

Chen Ao spread out the paper fan, smiled at Zhou Zheng, and said, "Uncle, look at this..."

Zhou Zheng looked at the fan on the paper fan. The lights were a little dim. He could only vaguely identify the text on it and said slowly: "I am crazy but my family affairs are clear. The fast pavilion is leaning against the evening sun. The falling trees are vast and the sky is vast. The clear river is clear. Zhu Xian is already a beautiful woman. The green eyes are chatting with the wine. I play the flute after returning thousands of miles. I am in harmony with the white oake..." Zhou Zheng suddenly became silent and murmured: "If I am right, this should be a poem from Huang Fuzhou."

Huang Fuzhou is Huang Tingjian. Because Huang Tingjian once served as a Bie Jiao of Fuzhou, he was called this by most people in the world. At this time, Huang Tingjian had been dead for many years, but his achievements in poetry and calligraphy also caused a sensation, and he was known as the Four Great Masters of the Song Dynasty.

Chen Ao nodded and said, "This is exactly the poem of Huang Fuzhou. Uncle, look at this inscription."

Zhou Zheng went to see it and couldn't help but say, "Is this the original work of Huang Tingjian?"

Chen Ao smiled and said, "Every character in Huangfuzhou is long, long, long, and long, and large strokes, but the central palace of each character seems to have a center of the circle, and other strokes radiate from the center of the circle. Compared with the square and square shapes of all dynasties, this kind of "breaking body" has a more harmonious and harmonious temperament of Xiao Yi and the spirit of bone strength. My uncle looked carefully and saw that this was breaking body?"

Zhou Zheng exclaimed: "That's right. If you don't say it, I'll be negligent."

Chen Ao said: "This is indeed the word "Huang Fuzhou". This paper fan is probably also a thing from Huang Fuzhou during his lifetime. It was found from a thief. I believe that the king not only stole the prince's ring, but also had many unspoiled treasures in his hand."

Zhou Zheng nodded, took the fan and looked at it with love, then returned the fan to Chen Ao, and said seriously: "I heard that you like running scripts, and you found them all, so you should have all of them. You can collect them well."

Chen Ao refused to answer and waved his hand and said, "Although I am good at running scripts, I am not easy to collect. If my uncle likes it, just take it. Just treat it as a gift from my nephew to my uncle."

Zhou Zheng hesitated for a moment, then happily stopped and smiled, "Okay, since you said that, I have no reason not to refuse. You go back and rest earlier." As he said that, he beat him tiredly. Obviously, he had been worried for so long, and when he relaxed, his sleepiness came.

Chen Ao smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle, my cousin is still kneeling outside."

Zhou Zheng said with a face: "Let him kneel down. This rebellious son has no home and no intention of making progress. It is all your aunt who spoiled him."

Chen Ao no longer persuades me. I taught my son a lesson. He knows himself and even if he intervenes, he needs to understand the principle of stopping at the right time.

He left, and saw Zhou Zheng tilting his head and napping. He heard the movement, rubbed his sleepy eyes and opened his eyes. When he saw that it was Chen Ao, he immediately straightened his waist and said heroically: "Haha... I practiced this skill so interesting. Now my legs seem to have infinite strength."

Chen Ao also smiled and said, "Good kung fu, work hard, you will definitely shine in the martial arts world in the future. By the way, what is your kung fu?"

Zhou Zheng hesitated for a moment and said loudly: "This is called iron leg skills."

Chen Ao raised his thumbs up: "Good Kung Fu, I feel very domineering when I hear this name."

"Of course." Zhou Zheng curled his lips and said, "Why are you not sleeping yet? What are you doing with my father?"

Chen Ao didn't speak, Zhou Zheng didn't even say anything about his wife, so he naturally wouldn't reveal it. He just smiled and said, "Cousin, please practice here, cousin, I'll go back to sleep first."

"Cousin? Cousin? Hello, what cousin, cousin? Come here and tell me what's going on!" Zhou Heng was very bored, his legs were out of control, his body felt a little chilled, and he was very painful.

Chen Ao laughed and said, "Haha, I'm still going back to sleep. I don't have the habit of practicing qigong. Let's talk about the others later!"

"Wow, why did you leave like this? You are so unfaithful. I treat you very well..." Zhou Hengda shouted.

Just at this moment, Zhou Zheng came out with his hands and coughed, which scared Zhou Heng so much that he shuddered, lowered his head, and dared not say a word from behind.

Zhou Zheng sneered, then walked towards the bedroom, and said to Chen Ao: "Chen Ao takes a break soon." He said to Zhou Heng: "Dare to stay lazy, see if I will shave your skin tomorrow." After that, the tall figure disappeared into the night.

Seeing that Chen Ao and Zhou Zheng were both together, Zhou Heng felt very wronged. Is this still his father? It was so sad. How could anyone teach his son like this? It was so cold. It would be great if there was a piece of clothing.

"I don't know how many hours I've been kneeling, and when will it be dawn? That Chen Ao really has no loyalty, it's too bad..."

Thinking about it in a mess, Zhou Hengyi was wandering around, trying to stand up secretly and hide. Seeing that his father was walking away, it took a long time to move, he secretly stood up, but his feet were out of control, making him look like a toddler.

"Hey, Jay Chou, you're lazy again!" A voice came out from the darkness, which scared Zhou Heng so much that he sat on the ground again, his face pale and said, "Where...where..."

Chen Ao walked out of the darkness, laughing, holding a big robe in his hand, holding a snack in the other hand, and said, "Since Jay Chou dares to stay lazy, will he dare to accompany me to have some pastries and suppers, and chat for a while."
Chapter completed!