Chapter 19: Improvisational Poetry
As it turned out, Wei Changtian was overthinking.
The body fragrance with a hint of white peony lingered at his nose. He glanced at Lu Jingyao who looked serious, and had to pick up the pen again to start drawing talismans.
Flat Flat Flat
Flat
Uneven
Ping Ping Ze Ze Ping
This is Lu Jingyao's original method, which combines calligraphy practice with learning the rhythm of poetry to achieve twice the result with half the effort.
In the past, there was a term for this, called "integrated teaching method."
It’s a pity that women in feudal society were not allowed to be teachers, so it was doomed to be impossible to promote such advanced teaching methods.
Wei Changtian's mind drifted back to his previous life, and the words he wrote naturally became more and more distorted.
Lu Jingyao watched for a while, and finally couldn't help but whispered: "Be more serious."
Hearing this, Wei Changtian not only did not feel guilty, but he put down his pen and said, "I think that's enough for today."
"But it's not even an hour yet."
"That's enough."
“.”
Lu Jingyao was silent for a while, then she quietly stood up and put her pen, inkstone and other things in order.
The brush tip swayed gently in the pen wash shaped like two fishes, and the black ink spread out in clumps in the clear water.
She stretched out her hand and pinched the base of the brush, and suddenly said softly: "In fact, you are very talented. If you are willing to study for a few years, you will definitely achieve something in the imperial examination."
Wei Changtian was stunned for a moment, then asked with a smile: "Why? Are you trying to persuade me to turn back from my ways?"
Lu Jingyao looked over in surprise: "Is it not good?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Wei Changtian laughed loudly and said jokingly: "If I want to be an official, I can do it now. Why should I bother to compete with those scholars?"
"Besides, I don't care about my country or the people. What does that have to do with me?"
"That's not the case."
Lu Jingyao shook her head, her eyes firm: "I originally wanted to turn my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch. You can write such a poem, so you are definitely not a selfish person."
“.”
Wei Changtian couldn't believe that this woman could make such associations. He laughed for a moment and said, "What can a poem say? I can easily write a poem of this level."
"I don't believe it."
Lu Jingyao thought that Wei Changtian was just trying to show off his eloquence after she guessed what he was thinking, so she deliberately provoked him, "Unless you write another one now, if you can, I will believe you."
"What's the use of your belief or disbelief to me?"
Wei Changtian glanced at her and said, "Besides, there must be a reason for writing a poem. You can't just write it casually."
Seeing Wei Changtian shirking his responsibility, Lu Jingyao felt even more proud: "There are so many things here, just pick one as an excuse."
"hehe."
Wei Changtian sneered and didn't want to pay any attention to Lu Jingyao.
However, when he saw Qiuyun and Yuaner playing with Wei Qiaoling in the yard outside the window, he changed his mind.
"Qiuyun! Yuan'er!"
"Ah! Sir!"
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? Poetry?"
The two girls were stunned, confusion written all over their faces.
When will you learn to compose poetry again, sir?
Could it be that the Madam just taught her this?
Although they were confused, they still nodded obediently with some anticipation in their eyes.
"Sir, we are listening."
"Um"
Wei Changtian pretended to ponder for a moment, and then slowly recited a short poem.
The sound was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for Lu Jingyao to hear clearly.
"The wind in the foggy valley dispels the exquisite tailoring, and the autumn clouds send me to the Yaotai."
"The thread of mortal connection is always broken, the blue sea and sky are free to come and go."
There was silence inside and outside the window.
Although Qiuyun and Yuaner's education level was limited to writing their own names, they could still tell that the poem was about kites.
And the word "autumn clouds" appears again in the poem. People have a natural appreciation for beautiful things, and the same is true for words. What's more, these words are related to oneself.
The two girls covered their mouths instantly, their eyes filled with emotion that could not be expressed in words.
As for Lu Jingyao
, surprise and shock were not enough to describe her feelings at the moment.
If she had to find a word to describe it, it would be "shaken"? "unbelievable"? She looked at the calm Wei Changtian and couldn't imagine what kind of literary talent he had to have to come up with such a poem that was both in line with the theme and profound in just a few breaths.
The thread of mortal connection is always broken, the blue sea and sky are free to come and go This feeling is too grand and magnificent, and too delicate.
Lu Jingyao is different from Qiuyun and Yuaner. She understands the deeper meaning of the poem.
And precisely because I understand, I am even more confused.
“How could that be?”
"I'm afraid that even the most talented scholar in Daning, no, I'm afraid that Su Wu, who is known as the Immortal Poet, is no more than this."
During dinner, Lu Jingyao was absent-minded the whole time and even dropped her chopsticks several times.
Qiuyun and Yuan'er were better, but they couldn't help but secretly visit Wei Changtian.
Only Wei Qiaoling turned the "pain of losing the chicken" into appetite and ate the stewed chicken with all her might.
After dinner, we usually have a storytelling session.
After these few days, the plot has progressed to the point where Sun Wukong and Tang Seng met Zhu Bajie at Gao Village.
Wei Changtian certainly couldn't remember the entire 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 a stuck state.
The moon is bright outside the window and the stars are sparse, and the candlelight flickers inside the house.
The four girls listened attentively, their expressions sometimes nervous and sometimes surprised.
Even the big ghost lay on the ground docilely, with its tail sweeping left and right along the ground, looking very comfortable. At the beginning of the hour of Hai, the story will end.
Qiuyun and Yuan'er sent Wei Qiaoling back to her own courtyard, while Lu Jingyao hurried back to the house to write down what she had just heard.
After the room quieted down, Wei Changtian drank a sip of tea and began to think about Xu Qingwan and Yang Liushi.
Even if it was just for system points, he had to take down these two women.
The former is not a big deal, after all, there is plenty of time and you can take it slowly.
But the latter is somewhat difficult to deal with.
On the one hand, it is because Yang Liushi is a fox demon and 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 failed to capture Yang Liushi during the Mid-Autumn Festival cruise, she would never be able to meet Xiao Feng.
At worst, I can just get rid of the demon for the people. I slowly thought about some details, and the tea in the cup had completely cooled down.
Just when Wei Changtian had a rough plan and was about to go to bed to continue his "training", there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Sir, are you still awake?"
Qiuyun and Yuan'er walked in lightly, but with their hands hidden behind their backs, they looked a little nervous.
Wei Changtian was puzzled: "What's wrong?"
"Can you please give us a copy of the poem you wrote at dusk?"
The two girls took their hands out from behind their backs sheepishly, and they actually held paper, ink, brush, and inkstone in their hands.
The preparations are quite adequate.
Seeing their nervous expressions, Wei Changtian laughed: "Haha, of course."
"But my handwriting is ugly, I hope you don't mind it."
"No, sir!"
Yuan'er was young and spoke more freely than Qiuyun: "We can't read anyway, we're just afraid that we might forget the poem by accident, so we can take this piece of paper to find a storyteller to read it to us!"
“I see.”
Wei Changtian looked at Qiuyun who was lowering her head, and said nothing much. He waited for the ink to be ground before picking up the pen and carefully copying the four lines of poetry.
After finishing it, he added the title of the poem on top.
[To Qiuyun and Yuaner]
"The words are not dry yet, let them 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 blushes.
“.”
The gentle 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 to ask about it.
But now He hurried back to his room, leaned against the door and took a few deep breaths.
She tightly grasped the hem of her skirt with one hand and touched her slightly hot cheek with the other.
I don't know why I felt a little lost.
(End of this chapter)
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