Jing Zhe thought for a moment, then said okay.
He didn't care whether Yu Xiangrong was beautiful or not; his main goal was to impart some experience in poetry...
"Should I have someone take you there?"
Yu Sheng asked.
"I'll take him there!"
Yu Haixing volunteered, but his purpose was to keep an eye on Jing Zhe, fearing that he might harm Yu Xiangrong.
His cousin is so naive and innocent, even if Jing Zhe really made a move, she probably wouldn't object...
"Don't worry, I can go by myself."
Rather than letting him take it, Jing Zhe chose to do it himself.
"Go there yourself? I'm not worried about you, I'm worried my sister will be bullied!"
"Don't worry, as long as you don't bully her, no one in this world will bully her—no, you can't bully her in the future either, or I'll beat you to death."
Jing Zhe said sincerely.
Yu Sheng could also see that the two had a conflict, so he said, "Haixing, you must never have a conflict with Jing Zhe again! After he marries your sister, he will be your brother-in-law! How can a brother-in-law quarrel with his brother-in-law? If you really cause trouble, Jing Zhe can beat you without any consequences! How can you be so disrespectful and have no manners?"
"..."
Yu Haixing was utterly despondent. The two were already vastly different in terms of fighting ability, and if he were to marry his cousin...
Jing Zhe smiled magnanimously: "Duke Yu, please don't say that. He's still just a child. There's no need for words. A little beating will suffice!"
"..."
Yu Haixing couldn't stand it anymore and ran away.
Chen Jiannan also stepped forward: "President Jing, we have benefited greatly from listening to your speech with Duke Yu today. How about we return to the society first and organize our thoughts from today?"
Having been subjected to countless displays of affection by Jing Zhe's side, and now that even the biggest villain has run away, the "tool person" feels he has lost his value and has decided to leave.
Jing Zhe nodded and let them go first.
He asked Yu Sheng for directions and went there alone.
Looking at his retreating figure, Yu Sheng suddenly felt like laughing.
Everyone else was trying to win Jing Zhe over to their side, but he didn't need to. As long as he could make Jing Zhe his son-in-law, Yu Sheng felt he had everything under control!
...
Following Yu Sheng's directions, they passed through the winding corridors and arrived at the back garden. Looking up, the scene in the garden was somewhat unexpected for Jing Zhe.
The back garden was enormous, with pavilions, rockeries, ponds, and waterside pavilions on one side. Among the pavilions and towers were vibrant green bamboos and strangely shaped stones, which were piled up together, rugged and imposing.
Such an exquisite courtyard would never be associated with a boorish man like Yu Sheng if one didn't know better.
Jing Zhe walked in quietly and immediately saw Yu Xiangrong's charming and graceful figure.
She was still wearing that light pink cotton dress with a hem that reached the ground, but at some point she had taken off the white gauze overcoat. She wasn't short, but the dress was even longer, and she seemed to be afraid of getting it dirty, so she had to hold up the hem of the dress with one hand at all times.
At this moment, she was standing in the stone pavilion in the garden. In the middle of the pavilion was a stone table covered with Xuan paper, which was weighed down by an inkstone. When the wind blew, the edges of the paper could still be blown up. At this time, Yu Xiangrong would put down the hem of her skirt and use her free hand to hold it down.
When the wind stopped, she bent down to lift her skirt again, repeating this several times without getting tired. Jing Zhe looked at her charmingly naive appearance and stood there wanting to laugh.
With her other hand she held a calligraphy brush. When she no longer needed to press down on the corner of the paper, she bent over and wrote carefully on the paper. She wrote very slowly, and the wind made it even slower.
Because she was standing with her back to the courtyard gate, Jing Zhe could only see her back after entering.
A gentle breeze stirred the tassels adorning her long cotton dress, causing them to sway in the wind. Bathed in the setting sun, the dim sunlight captured her figure, making her appear like a graceful work of art, which reminded Jing Zhe of a line of poetry.
The wind is blowing its leaves.
The grass is bearing its seeds.
sometimes,
Without speaking,
It's wonderful.
This line of poetry is perfectly fitting here; at this moment, silence is beautiful.
Jing Zhe stood there leaning against the stone gate, not going in, because he didn't want to break the tranquility. His gaze was fixed intently on Yu Xiangrong's back, lost in thought...
Yu Xiangrong was indeed a bit of a simpleton. Jing Zhe watched her from the doorway for a while and realized that she hadn't written much at all. After all, the wind was blowing up and down, and she had to keep an eye on both her long dress and the corner of the paper. Jing Zhe really wanted to ask her, "Since you're wearing such a long dress, what does it matter if it falls to the ground?" Or, if the wind isn't strong and only occasionally blows the corner of the paper up, you can just ignore it!
However, this adorable baby thinks differently from others, always looking after this and that, and coupled with her extremely slow writing speed, her progress is slow.
Only then did Jing Zhe understand why she was so heartbroken after Yu Haixing tore up the poem she had written. After all, it was not easy for her to finish writing a piece of calligraphy!
...
Thinking this, Jing Zhe tiptoed over.
Because she was so focused, Yu Xiangrong was unaware that someone was approaching from behind, and continued writing slowly with her head down.
Looking at her from behind, Jing Zhe saw her writing the character "青" (qing) in the phrase "把酒问青天" (ba jiu wen qing tian), her attitude serious, but her technique clumsy and awkward. Considering what Yu Sheng had said earlier, he understood.
Although Yu Xiangrong was obsessed with poetry since childhood, Yu Sheng disliked it and never allowed her to come into contact with it. Moreover, there were very few people in the Duke of Huguo's mansion who could write poetry. Considering this, it was already quite remarkable that Yu Xiangrong was able to learn to write.
Her brushwork was very rusty and messy, clearly indicating that no one had taught her how to write it and that she had only figured it out on her own out of interest, making it extremely difficult for her to write.
Yu Xiangrong was engrossed in writing, and Jing Zhe, watching from behind her, was equally absorbed, unknowingly drawing closer and closer to her.
After finally finishing the first sentence, Yu Xiangrong had been staring at the words on the Xuan paper for a long time. Her peach blossom eyes curved into crescent shapes, and the mist in her eyes finally dissipated, making her look as bright as a flower.
Perhaps because she had been bending over for too long, she prepared to put down her brush and stretch to rest for a moment after writing the first sentence.
Jing Zhe was right behind her, and he was also bent over like Yu Xiangrong, unaware that she was about to get up.
So the next moment, the instant Yu Xiangrong's body touched Jing Zhe, she froze, and the brush in her hand unexpectedly fell, rolling on the rice paper. The first sentence she had just written was completely scribbled out.
Looking up, Yu Xiangrong saw that the person in front of her was Jing Zhe, and her face turned red. The two of them had just had physical contact in the front yard, and now it had happened again in such a short time. Yu Xiangrong was a little at a loss.
When she saw the first sentence that had been destroyed, she grinned.
I cried.
Jing Zhe was dumbfounded.
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