Looking at Yu Xiangrong's pitiful and adorable appearance, Jing Zhe subconsciously wanted to pat her head.
Yu Xiangrong froze mid-air, startled herself. However, contrary to her usual behavior, she did not dodge but stood there staring straight at Jing Zhe.
If the scene could freeze at this moment, it would be absolutely beautiful.
After a moment, Jing Zhe awkwardly withdrew his hand.
He laughed and said, "It's not your fault. Doing two things at once isn't something an ordinary person can do. After all, not everyone is as smart as me!"
"..."
"Here's what I'll do: I'll write down the formula for you. When I'm not around, you can practice it a lot!"
Yu Xiangrong nodded obediently, hesitated for a long time, and finally said, "You...you write so beautifully! I...this is the first time I've ever seen someone write so well...the place you said you'd take me to...are all the people there this amazing?"
"Except for me, they are all equally capable."
Jing Zhe shook his head, then said, "Only I am super powerful!"
"..."
Perhaps it was because of the calligraphy that Jing Zhe and Yu Xiangrong were closer, and Yu Xiangrong was no longer as afraid of him as before.
"How does that...compared to...compared to the great scholar Jing?"
Yu Xiangrong blinked her bright, peach-blossom eyes and looked at Jing Zhe expectantly, asking him a question.
Jing Zhe smiled but didn't answer. Instead, he asked, "So, who do you think is more capable?"
"Your...your handwriting is very good. I feel like...it's impossible for anyone to write better than you, especially the font you use. I don't think I've ever seen it before..."
Jing Zhe smiled.
"You've certainly never seen the font I created."
"A self-created font?"
Hearing this, Yu Xiangrong was no longer intimidated, and her speech gradually became more fluent: "You're really amazing! If that's the case, then your calligraphy is probably unmatched! But as for poetry... I think the great talent Jing is still more outstanding..."
Seemingly feeling somewhat guilty for praising others in front of Jing Zhe, Yu Xiangrong's voice became timid towards the end.
"Really? Then I'll write you a poem!"
As Jing Zhe spoke, he picked up his pen again.
It doesn't mean he wanted Rong to come over and take a look; he had already finished writing.
"Okay, I'm leaving."
"You...are leaving?"
Jing Zhe's sudden turn of events caught Yu Xiangrong off guard for a moment.
As the sun set in the west, leaving only a sliver of its last rays, Jing Zhe waved his hand and turned to leave.
"Okay, I'm leaving."
"..."
Yu Xiangrong stood there, staring at Jing Zhe's back, her mouth slightly open, looking adorable.
Once Jing Zhe's figure had completely disappeared outside the garden gate, she withdrew her gaze and sighed to herself.
In all my life, it seems like no one has ever talked to me about poetry as much as he has!
For a moment, she felt a little reluctant to let go of that feeling.
Tilting his head, he looked at the poem on the rice paper.
She was stunned when she saw a few words in the first sentence, and then unconsciously read them aloud.
"Clouds resemble her clothes, flowers resemble her face; the spring breeze caresses the balustrade, and the dew is heavy."
If not seen in the garden pavilion, then met under the moon on the Jade Terrace.
Reading it once wasn't enough, so he picked up the Xuan paper again and read it while wandering around the garden, enjoying it more and more each time.
"This poem is wonderful!"
After reading it several times, he muttered to himself, "Was this really written for me? Can anyone really write such a good poem in such a short time? But... 'Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of beauty'... It really seems like it was written for me... He's really amazing... He seems as amazing as the great scholar Jing!"
After she finished speaking, she became lost in thought again, and her face turned slightly red. The more she thought about it, the more shy she became.
"Xiangrong, it's almost dark, why are you still here?"
Suddenly, Yu Sheng's voice rang out from outside the door.
Upon hearing this, Yu Xiangrong immediately panicked.
Although Yu Sheng has stopped stopping her from reading or writing in recent years, her first reaction is to hide all the Xuan paper because of the trauma she suffered in her childhood.
Yu Sheng walked very fast, and before she could put it away, he was already beside her.
"What is Xiangrong trying to hide?"
"..."
Yu Xiangrong bit her lip, but still reached out her hand.
"The poem was written by that young master."
Upon hearing this, Yu Sheng was taken aback, because Yu Xiangrong's speech today was not as hesitant and timid as before!
It seems Jing Zhe really has a knack for this!
"Oh? Let me see!"
"Oh, okay."
Since her father had spoken, Yu Xiangrong didn't refuse and handed it over.
It was rare for the rough and uncultured Yu Sheng to have such a gentle moment. "Those Grand Scholars, so-called talented scholars, and so-called tutors in the court are all empty names. What real skills do they have? Compared to Jing Zhe, they are far inferior! Although I don't understand poetry, I can still read what Jing Zhe writes."
"Hmm, Jing Zhe's poetic talent is so high, in the future we can stop letting him write so many romantic poems and instead have him write some military-themed poems, wouldn't that be great? Hey, we can put them in the literature section, without taking up space in the military section!"
Yu Sheng felt somewhat smug when he came up with this idea.
He was about to take the paper from Yu Xiangrong when he noticed that she was standing there blankly, her eyes vacant.
"Xiangrong, what's wrong?"
"father…"
After regaining her composure, Yu Xiangrong asked again, "Father...you said...that young master just now...was it Jing Zhe?"
Yu Sheng was a little puzzled. His daughter was speaking normally just now, so why did she suddenly change back to her old ways?
"Yes, didn't he tell you?"
"No...no."
Yu Xiangrong blushed again.
He is Jing Zhe... the great scholar Jing?
No wonder his calligraphy is so good, and he can even compose poems on the spot!
I initially thought he was just exaggerating... but it seems it's all true...
What embarrassed Yu Xiangrong the most was that she had praised Jing Zhe many times in front of him, saying a lot about how talented he was...
Thinking about all this makes me feel so embarrassed I could suffocate.
Yu Sheng didn't notice her change, but asked curiously, "He didn't even tell you who he is? Hmm, that doesn't seem like his personality!"
In Yu Sheng's eyes, Jing Zhe was not only shameless, but also particularly fond of showing off, and would not easily give up any opportunity to do so.
Hey, this is a rare treat!
"Xiang Rong doesn't even know who he is, yet she's been talking to him for so long?"
Yu Sheng asked another question out of curiosity, and then looked at the poem in his hand.
"Clouds yearn for her garments, flowers for her beautiful face..."
He was stunned after reading just one sentence, just like Yu Xiangrong had been: "Was this written especially for Xiangrong?"
Yu Xiangrong's pretty face was stunning, but she still nodded.
"Heh, this guy's got some guts!"
Yu Sheng smiled and nodded, then said, "It seems you two get along quite well. He'll be coming often in the future, so you two can chat more!"
He'll come often in the future...
Hearing this, Yu Xiangrong became even more shy, but a little bit of anticipation still lingered in her heart…
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