Looking at the couplet, Chen Jie slightly narrowed his eyes; this should be writing about Wen Tianxiang, Wengong, right.
Thinking this way, Chen Jie nodded, it seems the people in this place, just as the intelligence said, are Pro-Han.
Just thinking about it, he heard the three little ones outside put down the water ladle and came to the door shouting, "Mr., Mr..."
Amidst the shouts, the door squeaked open, and a frail scholar appeared, looking just over forty, wearing a white robe over a black cloak, with a scroll in his hand.
"I heard you, I heard you~"
The scholar said he heard it, then walked out and said, "What did you discover again?"
The scholar's voice was gentle, giving a feeling like a spring breeze, and from his tone, one could tell these children weren't bringing him something rare for the first time.
