The winter wind was fierce, sweeping across the earth. The flying snow fell on the branches, eaves, and the ground, quickly wrapping everything in a thick white quilt.
Qin Haitian took Liu Ruoxian's tender little hand and stepped on the snow, making a crunching sound.
"Why did you agree to my father's request?" Liu Ruoxian pursed her lips and asked Qin Haitian.
"It's just a few spots for joining the sect. Since my father-in-law wants them, just give them to him." Qin Haitian said with a smile.
Before that, he had a simple meal with Liu Ruoxian's father Liu Quan and her mother. At the table, Liu Quan seemed to be hesitant to speak. Finally, after Qin Haitian's inquiry, he said embarrassedly that he wanted to send several young people in the family who had some aptitude for cultivation to the Baijian Sect to practice.
Qin Haitian naturally had no objection and agreed to this small request without thinking.
If you want to join the Baijian Sect, you need to pass a qualification assessment. Ordinary people can't get in. But since they are his wife's family, he naturally has no objection to a few places.
"Will you be criticized by others?" Liu Ruoxian looked at Qin Haitian worriedly.
Seeing Liu Ruoxian thinking about him, Qin Haitian smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if there are criticisms or not. If my people don't have some privileges, then what's the point of me practicing to become stronger? Well, don't say it, or if your father finds out, I'm afraid he will definitely complain that a daughter who is married is like water poured out."
"Hehe." Liu Ruoxian stuck out her tongue embarrassedly.
Indeed, if my father knew about this, he would be furious.
"Won't you take me to your boudoir and sit for a while?" Qin Haitian looked at Liu Ruoxian with a smile.
"You're not trying to do anything bad, are you?" Liu Ruoxian asked shyly.
"How can learning between Taoist companions be a bad thing?" Qin Haitian hugged Liu Ruoxian and blew hot air into her ears. Then Liu Ruoxian felt her body softened.
She knew that she shouldn't bring Qin Haitian to her boudoir, but after Qin Haitian's sweet words, she softened her ears and half-heartedly took Qin Haitian to her boudoir.
Walking into Liu Ruoxian's attic and looking around, the tables and chairs carved from fine sandalwood are delicately engraved with different patterns, exuding the delicate and gentle feeling of a girl's home.
Near the bamboo window, there are several sheets of rice paper on the rosewood table, and several brushes on the inkstone. On the rice paper are several chrysanthemum buds, and the delicate brushwork seems to declare how sentimental the owner of the boudoir is.
Hanging on the bamboo window is purple gauze, swaying with the wind blowing outside the window.
"Xian'er, does your husband want to write a poem?" Qin Haitian looked at the desk with a wicked smile on his face.
"Really? Then just do it!" Liu Ruoxian's eyes lit up and she said.
She was shocked by Qin Haitian's ability to compose poetry, which was also the reason why she did not reject Qin Haitian at first.
She likes to practice spiritual cultivation, but in comparison, she prefers the kind of sad and lingering poetry, which feels very beautiful.
"But I need Xian'er to give me some inspiration." Qin Haitian said softly in Liu Ruoxian's ear.
"Stop bragging about me. How can I provide you with inspiration?" Liu Ruoxian shuddered and said shyly.
"Well, you see, there is a space here on your desk. You can stay inside and recite the poems I taught you, and I will sit in front of the desk and write poems, and we will study together..." Qin Haitian whispered in Liu Ruoxian's ear.
"Ah? How can this be?" Liu Ruoxian punched Qin Haitian with her little fist, getting angry and embarrassed.
"Dear Xian'er, this is all the joy of learning in the boudoir. And I promise that you will write a good poem. No, how about two? It also needs to be appropriate to the situation to a certain extent. I guarantee you will be satisfied." Qin Haitian said patiently.
"You are so bad!" Liu Ruoxian blushed and glared at Qin Haitian in shame and anger. Seeing Qin Haitian's expectant look, she finally gave in and muttered with a red face: "You just want to humiliate me!"
Then Liu Ruoxian went into the space under the desk to study, while Qin Haitian sat upright, holding a brush and writing a poem on rice paper. He paused after writing a sentence, sometimes frowning, sometimes taking a breath.
I haven't practiced calligraphy for a long time, so I'm a little rusty on it. Also, I have to write a poem that suits the mood and the situation, so it's not easy.
I don’t know how much time had passed, Qin Haitian let out a long sigh, and at this moment, the two poems also appeared on the paper.
Liu Ruoxian also crawled out from under the desk with a red face. She had studied too hard just now and glared at Qin Haitian in embarrassment and anger.
"Xian'er, don't be angry. It's not good to be angry. Come and see the poem your husband wrote with the inspiration you provided." Qin Haitian took Liu Ruoxian's little hand, pulled her into his arms, scratched her angry nose, and said with a smile.
"Hmph! You tease me like this. If the poem you write is not good, I will strangle you to death!" Liu Ruoxian snorted and looked at the two poems on the rice paper.
"The green mountains are hidden in the distance, and the water is far away. The grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered at the end of autumn. On the night of the bright moon over the Twenty-Four Bridges, where is the beautiful woman teaching me to play the flute?"
"Beside the quiet brothel avenue, white snow falls in front of the window. The mandarin ducks on the pond are not alone, and the Suhe in the tent is still empty. The screen intentionally blocks the bright moon, and the lamp mercilessly shines on the lonely sleeper. The water in Liaoxi is frozen in spring, and the wild geese in Jibei have come thousands of miles! I hope you can cross the mountains and rivers as soon as possible, and miss my peaches and plums when they were still beautiful."
Both poems are naturally good poems.
After all, it was something Qin Haitian had memorized specifically in his previous life.
His handwriting is naturally good. In his previous life, he was a friend of women and a good man. His basic skills in music, chess, calligraphy, painting and poetry are naturally solid, especially his handwriting. His calligraphy is of the style of a master.
Liu Ruoxian was a beautiful woman who was both talented in literature and martial arts, so she could easily understand the meaning of the two poems. The former was about friends, and the latter was about grievances in the boudoir. Although they were not completely in line with the situation, it would not be wrong to say that they were "appropriate for the situation", and the poems were beautiful enough.
"Hmph, you've passed. But don't ever try this again!" Liu Ruoxian snorted proudly, then folded the two pieces of rice paper beautifully and put them into her storage ring.
Looking at the arrogant Liu Ruoxian, Qin Haitian showed a playful smile and whispered in Liu Ruoxian's ear: "In fact, there is another explanation for the flute in the first poem..."
"Ah, bad guy! Get out of here now." After hearing Qin Haitian's explanation, Liu Ruoxian was so angry that she pinched Qin Haitian's waist.
Qin Haitian: “…”
Am I not being mean?
Of course, having come to this point, Qin Haitian would not roll away alone, so he hugged Liu Ruoxian and rolled onto her beauty bed.
"I don't know if you have forgotten what you learned before, let's review and consolidate our lessons today!"
"I'm tired and don't want to review."
"If you don't review, you won't succeed. There is a saying that if you learn, you should practice it from time to time. Isn't that a pleasure?"
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