"Don't cry!"
Seeing Yu Xiangrong quietly shedding tears, Jing Zhe panicked.
At the same time, I feel a little sorry for him.
Yu Xiangrong seemed not to hear, staring at the ruined Xuan paper, tears streaming down her face.
"I... finally managed to... finish writing it..."
Thinking about how much effort I had put in to find out the complete lyrics of this poem, "Shuidiao Getou," from the servants, and how much trouble it took me to write it down today, it was all so difficult!
Little did she expect that in just a short while, what she wrote yesterday was torn up by Yu Haixing. Undeterred, she spent a long time rewriting the first sentence, only to have it destroyed again.
How could one not feel heartbroken after all this?
"It's just a poem, I can write another one!"
Jing Zhe couldn't bear to see the girl cry, so he quickly tried to comfort her.
The adorable Yu Xiangrong looked at him while crying, "I...you...you have to pay me back!"
Perhaps even she herself didn't know why, when facing Hai Xing, her Xuan paper was torn, and all she thought about was coming back to write it again, but when facing Jing Zhe, she said, "You have to compensate me."
Upon hearing this, Jing Zhe immediately smiled.
"Okay, okay, as long as you don't cry, I'll make it up to you right away!"
I'd spend one night with you... Pshaw, I'd spend a lifetime with you!
Looking at Yu Xiangrong's pitiful and adorable appearance with tears in her eyes, Jing Zhe added in his mind.
Yu Xiangrong's tears gradually subsided. She glared at Jing Zhe, then said sweetly, "No... I don't want you to compensate me!"
"Huh? Didn't you just say you wanted me to pay for it?"
Jing Zhe became interested.
"You...you're a bad person!"
Yu Xiangrong put the paper away, lifted her skirt, her cheeks flushed, lowered her head, not daring to look at Jing Zhe, and prepared to leave.
But Jing Zhe took a step forward, stretched out his large hand, and said in a manner reminiscent of a rogue harassing a respectable woman: "You can't leave!"
"..."
Her peach blossom eyes, which had just stopped crying, immediately became misty again, startling Jing Zhe, who quickly waved his hand: "Don't cry, okay? How can you keep crying like this?"
He then added, "Let's get this straight. I ruined your Xuan paper, and I'll pay for it. But why are you calling me a bad person? We don't even know each other yet!"
Jing Zhe found it quite amusing to talk to such a cute and innocent baby, so he teased her with words, which was also a way of getting to know her.
"You... just now... Haixing said you... you're going to marry me..."
Yu Xiangrong's voice was already soft, and when she spoke, she was timid and her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. If Jing Zhe hadn't had good hearing, he probably wouldn't have been able to hear her.
"This brother-in-law has quite a sharp tongue!"
Jing Zhe muttered something that Yu Xiangrong overheard. She blushed and glared at him before preparing to leave.
But how could Jing Zhe let her leave?
He stood there blocking the way and said, "I did say I wanted to marry you, but does marrying you make me a bad person?"
"..."
Yu Xiangrong stood there, stunned. It seemed that her little brain had never really thought of such a complex and difficult question.
Seeing her in a daze, Jing Zhe changed the subject again, saying, "I saw that you just wrote this poem, 'Shuidiao Getou.' Is the lyrics really that good? You like it so much?"
"These words... are wonderful! This is the best Mid-Autumn Festival poem I've ever read... no, the best poem I've ever read, yes, the best!"
When poetry was mentioned, Yu Xiangrong, who had been stuttering just moments before, seemed to perk up immediately and was able to speak quite fluently.
"Really? Do you know the person who wrote this poem?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Xiangrong's eyes dimmed slightly. She shook her head and said, "This is... something I heard from the servants at home... they also heard it on the street. It seems... it seems to be written by someone named Jing Zhe... um, the number one talent in Anguo."
Yu Xiangrong, who had been somewhat disappointed, suddenly said, "To be able to write such good poetry... this young master Jing is very talented... very talented indeed! It's something most people don't get to see... I heard this poem from some of the servants... I didn't remember it very well before... and they weren't very literate, so it took them a long time to write it down... and then it was gone again. I'm not going to talk to you anymore, I need to write it quickly... or I'll forget it again!"
Hearing this, Jing Zhe was speechless.
This adorable baby's learning environment is terrible!
Not only did no one in the family enjoy poetry, but even she had to inquire for a long time before she could write one herself. This also put a lot of strain on the servants in the household, who would meticulously write down the poems line by line outside and then dictate them to their charming young lady upon their return…
"You're learning to write poetry too slowly this way!"
Jing Zhe said, "I know a place where everyone is a talented scholar, and they know a lot of poetry!"
Yu Xiangrong's eyes lit up: "Can they write poems like 'Shuidiao Getou'?"
"Of course...it's possible!"
I work at a newspaper myself, of course I can write it!
"You...you're lying!"
Yu Xiangrong suddenly said, "No...no one can compare to...the great talent Jing...who writes even better!"
"..."
I never imagined that I held such a high place in Xiangrong's heart. I am ashamed, so ashamed!
"That's only half true. No one can write better than the great talent Jing. After all, he's a literary genius descended from heaven. He can compose poems on the spot, and any poem he writes will be a masterpiece that will be remembered for thousands of years. Who can compare to him?"
It always felt a little strange to praise myself, but it was much more comfortable than praising others. After praising myself, I continued, "But I'm not lying, because the great talent Jing is also at that place I mentioned! If you go there, I can also get the great talent Jing to write lyrics for you!"
"Really...really?"
The adorable baby is lost in thought again.
"Of course it's true!"
Jing Zhe patted his chest and guaranteed, "As long as you go, I'll have him write poems and lyrics for you every day. You know, he's not only an excellent poet, but also a very good calligrapher!"
The adorable baby looked on with longing, but then, as if remembering something, her eyes dimmed again.
"Sigh... my father definitely... wouldn't agree. My father... he never wanted me to study and learn to read... I pestered the servants at home to teach me one character a day, or... many days... the longest I ever learned was one character in ten days... Later, as I learned more, my father stopped interfering a bit... However, we still don't have any poetry at home, so I have to find it myself... If I go out... my father definitely won't agree, he says it's too dangerous outside..."
"Is it dangerous outside?"
Jing Zhe was taken aback: "You've never been out before, have you?"
Yu Xiangrong shook her head: "I've been abroad before too."
After thinking for a moment, she said softly, "But... it was always Father who took me out, and he always rode in a sedan chair... He didn't let me show myself easily, saying there were bad people... afraid they would bully me..."
Upon hearing this, Jing Zhe chuckled to himself.
No wonder this adorable baby is so adorable. Staying cooped up at home all day and never going out for a walk, how could he not be adorable?
Yu Sheng was hoping to enlighten his daughter, but if she wanted to, she would probably need to go out and broaden her horizons!
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