Gently wiping the tears from the corner of Ruyan's eyes, Jingzhou said softly: "You are wrong. Your body is just a skin. How can I dislike you, young master?"
"It's just that the young master's skills have not yet been fully developed, so he cannot enjoy the joy of gentleness. You are not a member of the martial arts world. You don't know that there is an innate realm in martial arts. At this time, I have glimpsed a hint of innate meaning. If you fall into this gentleness, I am afraid it will be difficult.
Something has been accomplished.”
Ruyan smiled, turning from sadness to happiness and said: "Is what the young master said true?"
"Of course it's true. When has the young master ever deceived anyone?" Jingzhou pulled Ruyan to the table, and then said: "Don't think too much, Yanbo Tower is still counting on you. I thought a few things before
The solution is, since we only perform arts, we can turn the Yanbo Building into an elegant building."
After hearing Jingzhou's explanation, Ruyan felt relieved.
She knew that she was already a broken branch, so she did not dare to expect Jingzhou to treat her wholeheartedly. She only wanted to be able to grind ink and spread paper for him, and that was enough.
"I wonder what you mean by elegant building?"
"Since the Zhao and Song Dynasties, the trend of literati has been increasing day by day. If this flower building is just doing skin trading like before, I am afraid it will fall into the lower class. In the future, the Yanbo Building will be re-decorated, and famous calligraphy and paintings will be hung inside.
After a period of time, we will hold poetry gatherings and other activities to select the beautiful and talented people."
Ruyan was originally a person of beauty and wisdom. Hearing Dao Jingzhou's explanation, he understood a lot: "At that time, if I ask someone to go to the south to buy a batch of good tea, my name will have to be changed to something elegant. If it is
If the young master writes more poems, Bibo Tower will definitely become that elegant place. However, Bibo Tower is full of weak women. If they become famous, they will definitely get into trouble. What should I do if I encounter thieves and make trouble while the young master is away?"
"You can't slack off in the work I passed on to you a few days ago. You just need to take good care of Yanbo Tower and leave the rest to the young master."
Mu Nianci's life was miserable. If possible, Jingzhou would like to change that girl's fate.
She had already been taught by Hong Qigong and had already achieved some success in her kung fu. If he taught her some more kung fu, it would not be a problem to protect Yanbo Tower.
After a few days, when the girl calms down, Jing Zhou plans to have a talk with her.
In addition to Mu Nianci, they can also adopt some helpless little girls and teach them some martial arts. This is also a force.
Even if he leaves this world one day, Yanbo Tower can still survive in troubled times.
After discussing with Ruyan for a while, the candlelight has been changed twice.
"It's so late, and there's a thick layer of snow outside, so don't go back and sleep in the house for the night."
"Master, please come up too. It's cold down there and the bed is so big. We can just sleep together in the same clothes."
Seeing Jingzhou push himself down on the bed and cover himself with a quilt, a warm current surged through Ruyan's heart.
"Don't you know how charming this girl is? Master, I am not Liu Xiahui. Wouldn't it be torture to go up there? Just sleep peacefully. I have profound martial arts skills and am no longer afraid of cold or heat."
After saying that, Jingzhou sat at the table and took out a miscellany and read it.
The candlelight shone on Jingzhou's angular face, which actually made Ruyan reluctant to sleep. He just lay on the bed, looking at that face infatuatedly, thinking to himself: "Young Master is handsome, and he is also capable of civility and martial arts.
I'm afraid I won't be able to find another person like this in this world..."
After changing a few candles, Ru Yan felt so sleepy that he fell asleep.
"What is this written about?"
"On the afternoon of the lunar month in the Yin year, Scholar Wang met a woman walking alone, walking with great difficulty. The woman was a beautiful girl, and asked her why she was walking alone. She answered sadly, "The scholar took pity on her, and invited her to practice Yan Hao together. She was shy.
The answer is to get along with it. What’s next? I wrote a paragraph, but when I saw the highlight, it disappeared!”
After scolding the author for a few words, Jingzhou took matters into his own hands and completed the rest by studying ink.
No wonder this kind of author is unknown. What he writes can only be regarded as miscellaneous notes, and cannot be included in The West Chamber, Plum in the Golden Ping and others.
When it comes to writing books, some people can write thousands of words in one sentence, but this author can only write a few words in one sentence. Is this enough to read?
Before he knew it, most of the night had passed, and he had almost completed the story.
After seeing that he had written a bunch of postscript, Jingzhou nodded with satisfaction, rubbed his eyebrows, and said to himself: "Writing a book is really hard!" At this time, there was a white light outside the window.
"Son~"
Ruyan Youyou woke up, and her words were filled with endless charm, almost making Jingzhou unsteady.
Those who say the most beautiful thing is when a beauty comes out of the bath must have never seen a beauty get up.
The hazy sleepy eyes, the blue hair on the neck, and the half-covered curves are so beautiful that they cannot be described in words.
"If your heart is as clear as ice, you won't be surprised if the sky falls."
"Amitabha, the mighty heavenly dragon."
"The road is ruthless, the sun and the moon move."
After silently reciting the Supreme Mental Dharma several times, Jingzhou calmed down the waves in his heart.
"Why did you wake up so early? Just sleep a little longer."
Jingzhou always only got up at three o'clock in the morning, and now he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when compared with Ruyan.
Even if Ruyan fell asleep last night, Jingzhou's figure was still there in her dreams, as well as the future development of Yanbo Tower.
I was so excited and happy at the same time that I couldn't sleep well all night.
There was someone on her mind and something happened, so she woke up early.
After putting on his clothes, he went straight to the table and picked up the messy pile of rice paper without replying to Jingzhou.
She just glanced at it, and her neck turned red with embarrassment at the words written on it. She couldn't help but wonder: "How can the young master know so much..."
"If the young master writes a few poems, Ruyan plans to hang the young master's masterpieces in the Bibo Tower. In Ruyan's opinion, the young master can even invite Li Bai for a drinking contest."
After packing up the pile of manuscripts titled "The Scholar and the Queen's Biography", Ruyan stood behind Jingzhou and held his shoulders for him.
Jingzhou closed his eyes and enjoyed Ruyan's manipulation for a while, then joked: "You will flatter me, but the young master likes it. He poured the strongest wine in the world and lay down in the towering tall building of Chang'an. There were a few more buckets of ink-dropped poems,
Let’s call Li Bai to have a drinking contest! Young master, he’s really not any worse than Li Bai in a drinking contest!”
"Hehe~ The young master is not necessarily less talented than Li Bai~"
With nothing to do, Jingzhou started writing after Ruyan had finished grinding the ink. First, he wrote seven or eight quatrains in succession, including summer lotus, autumn chrysanthemum, winter snow, and spring catkins. He dipped his ink paste pen into it and finished it in one go.
Ruyan thought: "It's hard to understand the meaning of ruthlessness, just because I'm sick and don't want to go home." Ruyan thinks this sentence is the most suitable."
Jingzhou chuckled and said, "I like flowers and wine the most. Spring is always there, and the night is bright without candles or lights."
"Young Master is not your daughter's family. Of course, it is different from what Ruyan likes. But why don't you see your daughter's family writing lyrics? You are a pair of people for the rest of your life, fighting for education and ecstasy. The young master's paintings in the Tang Dynasty really express the thoughts of your daughter's family."
The beauty had a request, so Jingzhou wrote a few more poems. Except for Manjianghong and Niannujiao, he wrote the names of other poems next to each other. By the time he finished writing, it had been bright for a while...