Facts have proved that Wei Changtian really thought too much.
The body fragrance with a hint of white peony lingered on the tip of his nose. He glanced at Lu Jingyao, who looked serious, and had no choice but to pick up the pen again and start drawing talisman.
This is Lu Jingyao's original method, which combines calligraphy practice and learning the rhythm of poetry to get twice the result with half the effort.
In previous lives, there was a term for this, called "integrated teaching method."
It's a pity that in feudal society, women couldn't be teachers, so they were destined to be unable to promote such advanced teaching methods.
Wei Changtian's mind wandered back to his previous life, and the words he wrote naturally became more and more out of shape.
Lu Jingyao watched for a while, and finally couldn't help but remind her in a low voice: "Be more serious."
After hearing this, Wei Changtian not only did not feel guilty, but directly put down his pen: "I think today is about the same."
"But it's less than an hour."
"That's enough."
"..."
Lu Jingyao was dumbfounded for a long time, then silently stood up and arranged her pens, inkstones and other items.
The pen tip swayed gently in the double-fish-like brush wash, and the black ink smeared into clumps in the clear water.
She stretched out her hand and pinched the base of the pen, and suddenly said softly: "Actually, you are very talented. If you are willing to study for a few years, you will definitely achieve something by taking the imperial examination."
Wei Changtian was stunned for a moment and asked with a smile: "What? Are you trying to persuade me to turn back as a prodigal son?"
Lu Jingyao looked over blankly: "Isn't it good?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Wei Changtian laughed twice and joked: "If I want to be an official, I can do it now. Why do I have to fight with those scholars?"
"Besides, I'm too lazy to care about my country and the people. What does that have to do with me?"
"not like this."
Lu Jingyao shook her head, her eyes firm: "I originally put my heart towards the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch... If you can write such a poem, you must not be a selfish person."
"..."
Wei Changtian didn't expect this woman to be so able to make connections. He smiled dumbly for a moment and said, "What can a poem mean? I can easily compose a poem of this level."
"I do not believe."
Lu Jingyao thought that Wei Changtian was just using his words after she guessed what he was thinking, so he deliberately provoked him: "Unless you compose another one now, if you can do it, I will believe you."
"What does it matter to me whether you believe it or not?"
Wei Changtian glanced at her: "Besides, there must be a reason for writing poetry, there is no way it can be written casually."
Seeing Wei Changtian's evasion, Lu Jingyao became more and more proud: "There are so many objects here, just pick one and use it as an excuse."
"hehe."
Wei Changtian sneered, originally he didn't want to talk to Lu Jingyao.
But when he saw Qiuyun and Yuan'er playing with Wei Qiaoling in the courtyard outside the window, he changed his mind.
"Qiuyun! Yuan'er!"
"Ah! Master!"
The two girls hurried over and stood outside the window and asked, "What's wrong?"
"nothing."
Wei Changtian didn't even look at Lu Jingyao and said directly: "I want to write a poem for you."
"Ah? Writing poetry?"
The two girls were stunned for a moment, with confusion written all over their faces.
When will the young master be able to compose poetry again?
Could it be that Madam just taught you?
Although they were confused, they still nodded obediently, their eyes looking forward to it.
"Sir, we are listening."
"Um......"
Wei Changtian pretended to ponder for a moment, and then slowly recited a short poem.
The voice was neither too loud nor too quiet, just enough for Lu Jingyao to hear clearly.
"The wind in the foggy valley sells wonderful tailoring, and the autumn clouds send it to the Yaotai."
"The thin line between earth and earth is always broken, and the blue sea and blue sky come and go."
Inside and outside the window, there was silence for a moment.
Although Qiuyun and Yuan'er's literacy level is limited to being able to write their own names, you can still tell that this poem is about paper kites.
And the word "Autumn Cloud" appears again in the poem...
People have a natural ability to appreciate beautiful things, and the same is true for words... not to mention that these words are related to themselves.
The two women immediately covered their mouths, their eyes filled with emotion.
As for Lu Jingyao...
Surprise and shock cannot describe her mood at this moment.
If I had to find one word...shaken? Unbelievable?
She looked at Wei Changtian who was calm and composed, and she really couldn't figure out what kind of literary talent he needed to achieve in order to compose such a complete poem that not only fits the theme but also has profound artistic conception in just a few breaths.
The thin line between earth and earth is broken from time to time, and the blue sea and blue sky come and go...
This feeling is so heroic and majestic, yet so delicate.
Lu Jingyao is not like Qiuyun and Yuan'er, she understands the deeper meaning of the poem.
And just because I understand it, I can’t figure it out even more.
"how come......"
"I'm afraid he's the most talented man in Daning, no, I'm afraid he's Su Wu, who is known as the Immortal of Poetry, but that's it..."
...
During dinner, Lu Jingyao was always absent-minded and even dropped her chopsticks several times.
Qiuyun and Yuan'er were better off, but they couldn't help but secretly visit Wei Changtian.
Only Wei Qiaoling turned the "pain of losing a chicken" into appetite, and worked hard on the stewed chicken.
After dinner, as usual, it was a story-telling session.
After these few days, the plot has progressed to the point where Sun Wukong and Tang Seng met Zhu Bajie in Gaolaozhuang.
Of course Wei Changtian could not remember the full text of "Journey to the West", but he had watched the TV series several times when he was a child, so there was no such thing as being stuck.
The moon and stars were sparse outside the window, and the candlelight flickered inside the house.
The four women listened with rapt attention, their expressions sometimes nervous and sometimes surprised.
Even the big ghost is lying on the ground docilely, with its tail touching the ground and sweeping left and right. It seems very comfortable...
At the beginning of Haishi, the story will end.
Qiuyun and Yuan'er went to send Wei Qiaoling back to her small courtyard, while Lu Jingyao hurried back to the house to record what she had just heard.
After the room became quiet, Wei Changtian took a sip of tea and began to think about Xu Qingwan and Yang Liushi.
Even if it was just for system points, he still had to capture these two women.
The former is not bad, after all, there is enough time, so you can take your time to figure it out.
But the latter is somewhat difficult to do.
On the one hand, it is because Yang Liushi, as a fox demon, is very vigilant.
On the other hand, it was because Xiao Feng was about to meet her, probably a few days after the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Wei Changtian didn't know whether Xiao Feng's serious injury would affect the development of the subsequent plot, but he always had to prepare for the worst.
If she fails to capture the Yangliu poem during the Mid-Autumn Festival cruise, she will never be able to meet Xiao Feng.
The worst case scenario is to eliminate demons for the people...
Slowly thinking about some details, the tea in the cup has completely cooled down.
Just when Wei Changtian had a rough plan and was about to go to bed to continue "training", there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Sir, are you still awake?"
Qiuyun and Yuan'er walked in lightly, but their hands were hidden behind their backs, and their expressions were a little uneasy.
Wei Changtian was confused: "What's wrong?"
"That...the poem that Young Master composed at dusk...can you, can you write a copy for us?"
The two women were embarrassed and took out their hands from behind their backs. They actually held paper, ink, pens, inkstones and other items.
Very well prepared.
Seeing their nervous expressions, Wei Changtian laughed dumbly: "Haha, of course."
"But my handwriting is ugly, you just don't mind it."
"You can't do that, young master!"
Yuan'er is younger and talks more freely than Qiu Yun: "We are not literate anyway, but we are just afraid that we will accidentally forget the poem in the future, so we can take this piece of paper to find the storyteller to read it to us!"
"That's it."
Wei Changtian looked at Qiu Yun, who had his head lowered. He didn't say anything. He just waited for the ink to grind open before he picked up his pen and copied the four lines of the poem carefully.
After he finished writing, he added a poem title at the top.
【Gift to Qiuyun and Yuaner】
"The writing is not dry yet, it needs to dry for a while."
Putting down the pen, Wei Changtian pressed the paperweight on the upper and lower ends of the rice paper.
"OK."
Qiuyun and Yuan'er nodded slightly and stood aside waiting eagerly.
But soon their faces were filled with blush.
"Yeah! Young Master...um...um..."
"..."
The soft and charming voice passed through the door and entered the ears of Lu Jingyao who was standing at the door.
She had forgotten a detail in tonight's story and wanted to come over and ask.
but now......
He quickly returned to his room, leaned against the door and took a few deep breaths.
One hand held the corner of her skirt tightly, and the other hand touched her somewhat hot cheek.