Chapter 112 From the People, To the People
"Ah! This."
Ning Qingyu finally came back to his senses after being reminded by Ning Yuke, and said to Wei Changtian and Liang Zhen with some bitterness:
"Master Wei, Lord Liang, when Ke'er was a child, she was accidentally scratched on the face by a sharp object, which left a scar like this."
"She seldom goes out. If she wants to meet strangers, she will wear a veil. Women want to save face. Please don't make this public."
"Don't worry, Your Majesty."
Wei Changtian and Liang Zhen immediately nodded their heads in agreement, their eyes showing some understanding, but also a little confusion.
Wei Changtian, in particular, always felt that this scar was not as simple as Ning Qingyu said.
You have to know that this is a world of cultivation, and the level of medical skills is simply incomparable to that of the previous life.
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 it won't leave a scar if you use some good medicine.
Wei Changtian has a lot to say about this, because he had a lot of wounds on his body almost every day when he was fighting in the martial arts hall of Xuan Jing Division, but he never left any scars.
Therefore, he did not believe what Ning Qingyu said.
Of course, Wei Changtian would not say much, and Ning Yuke had calmed down a little at this point, and said softly to him and Liang Zhen: "Rouan is ugly, if I scared you two, please forgive me."
Different from those princesses in TV dramas who call themselves "This Princess" regardless of whether they understand or not, Ning Yuke calls herself by her title, which is enough to show her cultivation.
And to be honest, she has a very nice voice.
The sounds of the forest and the spring are so gentle and soft that they really feel like the music of nature.
What a pity. Wei Changtian looked at the pair of lively big eyes revealed outside the veil and couldn't help feeling regretful.
After a stick of incense, Ning Qingyu briefly introduced Wei Changtian and Liang Zhen to his daughter.
When Ning Yuke heard Wei Changtian's name, there was a flash of surprise in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by regret.
"Ke'er, Master Wei just said another wonderful sentence! Hurry up and grind the ink. I want to write it down now!"
Ning Qingyu had now regained his excitement, and Wei Changtian also understood why he suddenly called Ning Yuke over.
It seems that Ning Qingyu has a habit. When he writes, he must have Ning Yuke grind the ink beside him.
There are quite a few things to pay attention to.
Wei Changtian curled his lips slightly and drank tea while watching Ning Yuke preparing writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone.
However, Ning Qingyu would not let him sit idle, and would give him another difficult problem in such a short period of time.
"Master Wei, the beautiful lines you mentioned are indeed natural, but you haven't said how to write a good poem."
"Poetic talent is certainly important, but there must be some tricks and techniques involved. Can you tell me about them?"
“.”
Wei Changtian put down the teacup with a smile, but in his heart he was speechless about this poetry-mad prince.
It’s not over yet, right?
It seems that if I don’t tell you something useful today, I’m afraid I won’t be able to get through it. But what the hell do I know about useful things? !
“This matter.”
After taking a look at Ning Qingyu who was looking expectantly, and Ning Yuke who was also looking at him, Wei Changtian suddenly had an idea and said, "Your Majesty, what do you think is a good poem?"
"Spread across the world and be recited for eternity!"
Ning Qingyu said without hesitation: "This is a truly good poem!"
Wei Changtian nodded and continued to ask: "Well, then what do you think a poem needs to achieve such an achievement?"
Ning Qingyu said sternly: "The atmosphere is full of mist, the intention is majestic, the rules are not stagnant, and the things are not straight."
Good man, what are you talking about? Wei Changtian felt like he knew the meaning of these four words, but he also seemed not to know.
However, whether you understand it or not will not affect your subsequent performance.
He nodded seriously, first praising me with a sentence "That's right", and then continued:
"But in my opinion, the style of poetry is particularly important."
"style?"
"That's right."
Wei Changtian explained: "People have different perceptions of everything. There are differences in high and low, elegant and vulgar, partial and correct. Since poetry is written by people, there are naturally different styles."
“This is true whether it’s the idea or the wording.”
"You are right, sir.
Ning Qingyu frowned and asked, "But how can I write a poem of high quality?"
After talking for so long, the topic returned to the starting point, but after laying so much groundwork, 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."
"A little story?"
Ning Qingyu immediately became interested and quickly sat up straight: "Sir, please speak quickly."
"good."
Wei Changtian cleared his throat, and then slowly spoke amid the rhythmic sound of grinding ink:
"Your Majesty, it is said that in ancient times there was a dynasty called the Tang Dynasty. In that dynasty there was a world-famous poet named Bai Juyi, whose poems are all passed down through the ages."
"Tang Dynasty? Bai Juyi?" Ning Qingyu looked confused.
"It's just a story. Your Majesty doesn't need to care about the details."
Wei Changtian explained calmly and continued: "Bai Juyi's neighbor was an old woman who could not read or write, let alone write poetry."
"But every time Bai Juyi finished writing a poem, he would read it to the old woman first. If the old woman didn't understand or felt the words were complicated, she would point them out. Bai Juyi would go home and revise them before reading them again."
"Repeat this process until the old woman has no objections."
Wei Changtian paused and asked softly, "Your Majesty, this is the story. Do you understand the meaning of it?"
“.”
Ning Qingyu was silent for a long time, then suddenly slapped the chair and stood up with an excited look on his face.
"I understand! I understand!"
"If a poem can be understood by even the most ignorant people, it will naturally be deeply rooted in people's hearts and will surely be widely circulated!"
"That's true, that's true!"
"call"
Seeing Ning Qingyu's reaction, Wei Changtian finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had finally gotten through this hurdle.
"It's good that Your Majesty understands."
"Yes! I understand!"
Ning Qingyu was so excited that he paced back and forth in the room, and Wei Changtian was afraid that he would get too excited and faint by accident.
Fortunately, Ning Yuke had finally ground the ink by this time.
"Dad, Mo Yan is ready."
She glanced at Wei Changtian quietly, then gently asked Ning Qingyu: "Didn't you say you wanted to write?"
"Write, yes, yes, I want to write!"
Ning Qingyu took advantage of the excitement and stepped to the table. He picked up the pen and wrote down "A beautiful sentence is naturally formed, and is accidentally created by a skilled hand" in a few strokes.
But after finishing writing, he felt unsatisfied and wanted to record the little story as well.
He changed a new piece of paper, looked up and smiled at Wei Changtian.
"Master Wei, does this story have a name?"
"this."
Wei Changtian originally wanted to say "nameless", but in the end he said it instead for some unknown reason.
“From the people, to the people”
(End of this chapter)
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