After being reminded by Ning Yuke, Ning Qingyu came back to his senses from the excitement just now, and said to Wei Changtian and Liang Zhen with some bitterness:
"Master Wei, Master Liang, Ke'er was accidentally scratched on the face by a sharp object when she was a child, which left such a scar."
"She rarely goes out on weekdays. If she wants to meet strangers, she will wear a veil... Women have always wanted to save face. Please keep this matter private."
"Your Majesty, don't worry."
Wei Changtian and Liang Zhen immediately raised their hands together, with some understanding in their eyes, but also some confusion.
Especially Wei Changtian, always felt that this scar was not as simple as Ning Qingyu said.
You must know that this is a world of cultivation, and the level of medical skills is completely different from that of previous lives.
It would be fine if Ning Yuke was a child from a poor family, but she is a princess!
It's just a wound, and even with some good medicine, it won't leave a scar.
Wei Changtian has a say in this, because he had many wounds on his body almost every day when he was fighting in the martial arts hall of Xuanjing Division, but he never left any scars.
Therefore, he did not believe what Ning Qingyu said.
Of course, Wei Changtian would not say anything more, and Ning Yuke had somewhat calmed down at this time, and gently said to him and Liang Zhen:
"Rou'an looks ugly. If I scare you two, please forgive me."
Unlike those princesses in TV dramas who call themselves "this palace" without knowing it, Ning Yuke calls herself "this palace" by her title, which is enough to show her cultivation.
And one thing is for sure, her voice is very nice.
Lin Laiquan's rhyme is gentle and soft, and it really feels like the sound of nature.
Pity......
Wei Changtian looked at the big and smart eyes exposed outside the veil and couldn't help but feel regretful.
...
After lighting the incense, Ning Qingyu briefly introduced Wei Changtian and Liang Zhen to his daughter.
When Ning Yuke heard Wei Changtian's name, surprise flashed through her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by regret.
"Ke'er, Mr. Wei just said another wonderful sentence! Please grind it quickly, I will write it down now!"
Ning Qingyu had regained his previous excitement at this moment, and Wei Changtian finally understood why he suddenly called Ning Yuke.
Ning Qingyu has a habit of having Ning Yuke grind beside him when writing.
There is quite a lot to pay attention to.
Quietly curling his lips, Wei Changtian drank tea while watching Ning Yuke prepare pens, inks, paper, inkstones and other items.
However, Ning Qingyu didn't let him idle, and he still had to give him another problem even with such little effort.
"Mr. Wei, the beautiful lines you mentioned are indeed perfect, but you haven't said how to make a good poem."
"Of course poetic talent is important, but there must be some skills in it. Can you tell me about it?"
"..."
Wei Changtian put down the tea cup with a smile, but in his heart he was already speechless for this poetry-mad prince.
It’s not over, right??
It seems that if I don't talk about some useful information, I'm afraid I won't be able to get through today...but I know a lot of useful information?!
"This matter..."
After glancing at Ning Qingyu, who was full of expectation, and Ning Yuke, who was also looking at him, Wei Changtian suddenly had an idea and said:
"My lord, I wonder what you think is a good poem?"
"Published throughout the world and recited through the ages!"
Ning Qingyu did not hesitate: "This is a truly good poem!"
Wei Changtian nodded and continued to ask: "Well, what do you think is needed for a poem to achieve such an achievement?"
Ning Qingyu said seriously: "The atmosphere is dense, the intention is majestic, the rules are not sluggish, and the things are not straightforward."
Good guy, what are you talking about???
Wei Changtian felt like he knew the meaning of these four words, but he didn't seem to know.
However, whether you understand it or not, it does not affect your subsequent performance.
I saw him nodding solemnly, first praising, "That's right," and then continued:
"But in my opinion, the style of the poem is particularly important."
"style?"
"That's right."
Wei Changtian explained: "People have different perceptions of everything, and there are differences between high and low, elegance and vulgarity, and partiality. Since poems are written by people, there are naturally differences in styles."
“Whether it’s the idea or the choice of words or sentences, it’s all the same.”
"What the young master said is absolutely true, but..."
Ning Qingyu frowned and said, "How can we write a high-quality poem?"
After talking for a long time, the topic returned to the original point, but after all the foreshadowing, Wei Changtian finally got to the point.
He definitely doesn't know those serious theories and can't explain them.
but......
"Your Majesty, why don't I tell you a little story."
"short story?"
Ning Qingyu suddenly became interested and hurriedly straightened up and sat upright: "Master, please speak quickly."
"good."
Wei Changtian cleared his throat, and then slowly said with a very regular grinding sound:
"My lord, it is said that in ancient times there was a dynasty called the Tang Dynasty, in which there was a world-famous poet named Bai Juyi, whose poems can be passed down to the world."
"Datang? Bai Juyi?" Ning Qingyu looked confused.
"It's just a story. Your Majesty, you don't need to care about these details."
Wei Changtian explained without changing his expression and continued: "Bai Juyi's neighbor is an old woman who cannot read or write poetry."
"But every time Bai Juyi finished composing a poem, he would always read it to the old woman first. If the old woman didn't understand something or thought the words were cumbersome, she would point it out. Bai Juyi would go home and correct it before reading it again."
"This is repeated until the old woman has no objection."
Wei Changtian paused and asked softly:
"Your Majesty, this is the story. Do you understand what it means?"
"..."
Ning Qingyu was silent for a long time, then suddenly slapped the chair and stood up with excitement on his face.
"I understand! I understand!"
"If a poem can be understood even by those ignorant people, it will naturally be deeply rooted in people's hearts and will definitely be widely recited!"
"It's true, it's true!"
"call......"
Seeing Ning Qingyu's reaction, Wei Changtian finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had finally fooled him.
"Your Majesty, it's good if you understand."
"Understood! I understand!"
Ning Qingyu was so excited that he was pacing back and forth in the room, looking at Wei Changtian for fear that he would accidentally get too excited and faint.
Fortunately, Ning Yuke finally finished grinding the grinder at this time.
"Dad, the grinding is done."
She glanced at Wei Changtian quietly, and then asked Ning Qingyu gently: "Didn't you say you wanted to write?"
"Write, yes, yes, I want to write!"
Ning Qingyu followed this excitement and stepped to the table. He picked up the pen and wrote the sentence "Good sentences are made by nature, but they are found by clever hands" with a few strokes of the pen.
However, after writing it, he felt that it was not enough, so he wanted to record the short story just now.
He replaced it with a new piece of paper and looked up at Wei Changtian with a smile.
"Master Wei, I wonder if this story has a name?"
"this......"
Wei Changtian originally wanted to say "nameless", but in the end he said it unexpectedly.