Whether the boat was upright or not was beyond Wang Yingqiu's judgment, but Jing Zhe was definitely not an upright person.

It seems that following them into the cabin was a mistake.

But it was definitely the boat's fault just now, so it's not his fault...

This is what frustrates Wang Yingqiu the most. If it were his fault, she would have just beaten him up instead of being so conflicted.

Fortunately, Jing Zhe followed up with many rules and didn't cause any further trouble. He then started teaching her to sing.

Jing Zhe doesn't know any musical instruments, has never learned to sing, and only remembers the tunes. While others teach him step by step, he can only teach him by talking to him.

The singing was always mediocre, but at least the rhythm was clear.

Wang Yingqiu highly praised the lyrics and did not laugh at Jing Zhe's singing style. Instead, she sang along very seriously, and thanks to her voice, her singing was much better than that of her "teacher" Jing Zhe.

The melodies of ci poetry in this world are mostly monophonic, and in terms of subtlety and variation, they are ultimately inferior to modern songs.

Jing Zhe's singing style is gentle, melodious, and soothing. Wang Yingqiu fell in love with it as soon as she finished singing.

Unfortunately, she only listened to it once, and couldn't remember many parts after hearing them sing it once.

"You sing one line, and I'll sing one line!"

Without even realizing it, Wang Yingqiu's voice became soft and gentle as she began to plead. Jing Zhe was stunned for a moment, but how could he bear to refuse?

When will the moon be bright...?

When will the moon be bright...?

"Raising a cup to the heavens, I ask..."

"Raising a cup to the heavens, I ask..."

"I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace..."

"I wonder what the celestial palaces are like tonight... Oh dear, you're too fast! How can I keep up? Slow down, the speed you were going just right!"

"..."

These words were quite ambiguous and could easily lead people to misunderstand. Jing Zhe instantly went into battle mode. Fortunately, the cabin was dark, so he tried to sit back as much as possible to hide his embarrassment.

Wang Yingqiu didn't notice, and seeing that he didn't say anything, she urged him again impatiently, "Hurry up, I'm starting to feel something, don't stop!"

"..."

Jing Zhe shook his head, trying his best not to look at her, and his anger subsided considerably.

"I wonder what the celestial palaces are like..."

"I wonder what the celestial palaces are like..."

What year is it tonight...?

"What year is it tonight... Hmm, this pace is just right, hurry up and sing the next line!"

"..."

The two of them sang a line each in the cabin, the faint fragrance of Wang Yingqiu wafting in the air. Listening to her charming voice, Jing Zhe couldn't help but think that it was a real pity that she didn't sing, given how good her voice was.

We could try to develop her skills in the future, find someone who can compose and play instruments, and compose similar pieces. If she doesn't want to sing them to others, she can sing them to herself. I just don't know if she'll agree.

After several rounds of hands-on instruction, Wang Yingqiu finally mastered the melody and was able to sing it completely on her own.

"What do you think? Does it sound good?"

"It sounds really good!"

After Wang Yingqiu finished humming, she looked up and her eyes seemed to hold a different kind of brilliance when she looked at Jing Zhe.

After he finished speaking, the cabin suddenly fell silent.

The lights flickered, and all that could be heard were their heavy breathing, which seemed to grow from soft to heavy, filled with desire.

The two just stared at each other, and Jing Zhe suddenly felt that if he didn't do something now, he would seem less than a beast.

Just as she stood up and took a step forward, she heard footsteps coming from the deck, followed by Zhu Xinning's voice.

"You two..."

Before Zhu Xinning could finish speaking, Wang Yingqiu quickly interjected, "Lord Zhu, the tune that Young Master Jing just wrote was his own creation. No one else knows how to sing it, so he taught it to me! He was just teaching me the melody!"

Wang Yingqiu's behavior was somewhat like a mistress trying to explain herself when meeting the wife, as if she had done something wrong.

Hearing this, Zhu Xinning carried the oil lamp and came a little closer into the cabin. She glanced at the two people and found that they were dressed neatly and there was nothing strange about them, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he asked, "How was his lyrics?"

"It's not just okay, it's fantastic!"

"You've learned the tune?"

"Yes, yes, I've learned them all!"

"In that case, let's hurry up and come up! His Majesty and the others are getting impatient!"

After finishing her sentence, Zhu Xinning left first.

Wang Yingqiu's anxious heart finally calmed down, and she was surprised to find that her back was covered in cold sweat. Luckily, she was wearing an inner lining, otherwise the long skirt would have clung to her back, and if people saw it, it would have been impossible to explain.

I couldn't help but smile wryly: When did I become afraid of her?

She glared at Jing Zhe, somewhat annoyed: It's all because of him!

She ignored him and angrily strode out of the cabin onto the deck by herself.

It was all because of my feelings, how can you blame me?

Jing Zhe touched his nose helplessly and followed.

...

On the deck, Emperor Andi was indeed getting impatient.

Because Jing Zhe had not written any lyrics, and the singing girls on the boat could not be idle, they had no choice but to sing Qi Junguang's "Hua Yue Ling".

The poem "Flower Moon Order" was already quite powerful. The large ship circled the city, and all the common people and scholars in the capital didn't know who wrote it. They cheered it on simply because of its quality. Even the courtesans on the shore wrote down "Flower Moon Order" and began to sing it, echoing the voices of the courtesans on the ship, gradually reaching a climax.

For a time, starting from the banks of the Yi River, it seemed that the only thing floating around the entire city of Jingzhou was this poem, "Hua Yue Ling".

If things continue like this, defeat is inevitable, which is why Zhu Xinning was sent to urge them again.

When Emperor An saw Jing Zhe come up, he breathed a sigh of relief but couldn't help but scold him, "Jing Zhe, you've kept me waiting for so long!"

Jing Zhe glanced at him and thought to herself: You're not exactly a beauty, don't you feel disgusted saying that?

He didn't dare say it out loud, but just smiled and said that he had created his own poem title. Since Wang Yingqiu was the host and would be performing later, he explained it to her.

Emperor An nodded after listening, but Bai Qingyuan, who was standing next to him, asked with great curiosity, "Oh? Young Master Jing can not only create his own calligraphy, but now he can also create his own musical pieces. That's truly amazing!"

"Hehe, I know a little, just a little!"

Jing Zhe remained as humble as ever.

"..."

However, these words left the others speechless.

If you call this "a little knowledge," then what are we?

Is it dementia or intellectual disability caused by a lack of care?

So, Bai Qingyuan, not forgetting to "kindly" remind him, "But this poetic form is quite different from calligraphy. Calligraphy is simply about writing it down, and as for creating one yourself, it's actually quite simple—"

But before he could finish speaking, Jing Zhe became dissatisfied.

"Grand Tutor Bai, is that right? You said creating your own calligraphy style is very simple?"

Then she walked to the table, picked up the calligraphy brush, and handed it to him.

"Here, take the pen, you write!"

"..."

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