After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

The old man's name is Zhou Yan, and these days his clansmen affectionately call him Old Zhou.

During his recovery, everyone became more and more confused. How could someone who was so outspoken and couldn't hide anything become an imperial censor?

Could it be that the current Emperor Chi Zhao likes this?

The other ministers were as cunning as lotus roots, and it was impossible to stop them. But he was like a yam, honest and sincere without a single flaw. He was so straightforward and frank that he was a bit like the silly guy next door.

The old man was of genuine character, and he believed that sincerity was his most powerful killer move, which made the tribe members laugh and made them treat him more friendly.

"You don't know how greedy Lieutenant Wu is. He has murdered so many people. I will be the first to report this to His Majesty after I return to the palace!"

"And that Zhao Jun Shou, he took advantage of his low position to do whatever he wanted. As soon as the men were conscripted to the battlefield, he snatched their wives and took them as concubines. Ugh!"

He was filled with righteous indignation, puffing his beard and glaring with anger. Zong Zhengyan poured tea, handed it to him slowly, and comforted him: "Don't be angry, wait for you to go back, they will naturally not be able to escape."

Old Zhou took the tea and drank it all, then said angrily, "There's a war going on outside, and a bunch of rats spoiling the pot inside. I'm so angry!"

He barely suppressed his anger and then diligently extended the invitation.

"Speaking of which, my friend, after spending these few days together, I know that you are extraordinary. You should come with me. Those good-for-nothings in the court are no match for you!"

"Xiaoyou" is a respectful term used by older people to address younger people whom they admire.

After getting to know him for a while, Mr. Zhou knew how powerful this man was. Although he was young, he had outstanding political talent. He was very insightful in military affairs and strategies, and he was also proficient in the Eight Trigrams.

What a genius!

The old man discovered that he had picked up a treasure after being seriously injured, and he was determined to bring the person back to Chizhao to help the king build his great cause!

The wooden flute is still hanging around the boy's waist, no longer as lonely as before. Perhaps the mountains have met the flowing water.

One was a bright and energetic young man, the other was a white-haired old man in his twilight years. No one had ever thought that they would become sworn brothers and close friends in the future.

There are no travelers on the ancient road, and you are the only one I see in the cold mountains.

A sincere heart should be used to serve a confidant.

"When you leave, I will leave with you."

There was a smile in his eyes and he was calm and composed.

Mr. Zhou was stunned and said, "You agreed! I've been begging you for so many days and you finally agreed!"

In fact, he didn't know that this was just a test from the people in the tribe.

They have to know people, distinguish people, and trust people before they are willing to entrust Zong Zhengyan to others.

Mr. Zhou is a very good leader. He will lead Zong Zhengyan directly to the highest stage that others can never reach in their lifetime, that is, in front of the monarch.

Zong Zhengyan’s ideal was not political power, but only after he had political power could he realize his ideal.

If he wants to benefit more people, he must stand at a higher position, so Mr. Zhou's recommendation is naturally indispensable.

……

After a month, the old man was full of life and they decided to return home tomorrow. However, today, God seemed reluctant to let him go and sent a light, moist rain to keep him.

The sky was dark and foggy, like an illusion that Zong Zhengzhuo had created countless times.

Heavy dark clouds dropped long raindrops, which splashed on the umbrella surface painted with green bamboo.

Zong Zhengzhuo was as quiet as a fine porcelain doll. He stood silently under the eaves, looking at the young man who was walking slowly towards him with an umbrella.

The young man's brow was filled with the melancholy of the Jiangnan mist. He stood outside the rain, with the brim of his umbrella slightly lifted, revealing his soft jawline and eyes as bright as broken stars.

The sound of rain was pattering, and the fragrance of bamboo leaves mixed with the smell of soil filled the air. The slanting wind blew the drizzle, which poured onto the boy's fair cheeks under the eaves, creating a long dampness.

There was an endless silence, and Zong Zhengzhuo was the first to speak:

"After you leave, we will also move somewhere else."

For security reasons, the leaked address must be abandoned.

"Ah."

Zong Zhengyan nodded gently, looking at his brother with some expectation in his eyes.

"After you leave, I will take care of everything in the clan."

My younger brother seemed to have grown up overnight.

"it is good."

"You will always be the brother I admire the most, so I hope that this decision will make you happy."

Many people say that he is young and doesn’t know what it means to “spend your entire life working towards something”, but actually he knows.

If Zong Zhengyan worked hard for the world, then Zong Zhengzhuo worked hard for his clan.

He wanted to grow strong enough so that no one could dare to challenge him, and then confidently push the Zong Zheng clan to the world, making it so that no one would dare to have any bad intentions. In this way, his clansmen could freely go around the world and do whatever they wanted.

His brother worked hard for his ideal, and so did he.

Through the rain, his brother's palm fell on the top of his head for the last time, gentle and soft.

"You will always be my proudest brother."

The young man with pearly teeth and rosy face smiled with a guilty and apologetic look.

"I will be missing your growth for a long time in the future."

"Feel sorry."

My brother said, “It’s okay.”

"You can make it up to me when we meet again."

……

The next day, Zong Zhengyan and Zhou Lao left with the farewell of their clansmen. Zong Zhengzhuo became the new king of children and everyone looked up to him.

The children found that Zong Zhengzhuo, who had become the eldest child, had become even more stingy and even refused to let them look after their sister.

Not even a single bit!

So angry!

Zong Zhengzhuo ignored them and hid in the study room alone. With a flushed face, he picked up the pen and carefully and attentively wrote down the lines that outlined his sister's appearance.

Last night, among the fragments of his foresight, he accidentally heard his sister's voice. Although it was only one sentence, it was enough to make him excited and full of energy for the whole day!

The girl stood outside the house, raised her hand to push open the carved hollow window, her black hair, snow-white skin, and obsidian eyes looked somewhere in the house, and her voice was as clear and beautiful as the sound of broken jade.

[Zong Zhengzhuo, I'm very happy that you have grown up well. ]