When Xu Zhiqing stepped into Qin Haitian's study, she was still wondering why there was an age requirement for the poetry and painting that her man wanted to teach her.
"Are you mentally prepared to recite poetry and paint?" Qin Haitian looked at Xu Zhiqing with a smile.
Xu Zhiqing looked at Qin Haitian with some suspicion. She was of course prepared, but looking at Qin Haitian's expression, something seemed not right. His smile seemed a little too lewd?
"Qing'er, close your eyes first. Your husband will teach you how to find inspiration for reciting poetry!" Qin Haitian looked at Xu Zhiqing as if he was looking at a little white rabbit, smiling.
Xu Zhiqing was even more confused and wondered, "Do I have to close my eyes to find inspiration for reciting a poem?"
"Because if you close your eyes, you can feel more deeply, experience better, and recite soul-stirring poems." Qin Haitian sat on a chair, pulled Xu Zhiqing into his arms while speaking, and persuaded her patiently.
"Ah!" Xu Zhiqing's face suddenly turned red when Qin Haitian suddenly pulled her into his arms. She felt uncomfortable all over. She felt like she didn't know where to put her hands because it was too intimate. She was not used to it, but she still closed her eyes obediently, but her heart was beating wildly.
Suddenly, Xu Zhiqing's body stiffened slightly.
Because she felt that her cherry lips were being held by Qin Haitian.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
"Ah?" Xu Zhiqing opened her eyes in shame and annoyance, pushed Qin Haitian away and said in panic: "You...are you going to teach me how to write poems? How can you do this?"
"Isn't this brewing emotion?" Qin Haitian smiled and said, "Poetry without emotion is just moaning without reason."
Xu Zhiqing: "......"
She felt that Qin Haitian just wanted to kiss her, but Qin Haitian's serious words sounded like the truth.
"Then what kind of emotions are you brewing?" Xu Zhiqing glared at Qin Haitian unhappily.
"Shangxie, I want to know you, and live a long life without end. Even if the mountains have no peaks and the rivers have no water, even if the thunder roars in winter and it snows in summer. Only when the heaven and earth unite, will I dare to break up with you." Qin Haitian pondered for a moment, then looked at Xu Zhiqing affectionately and recited a poem.
Xu Zhiqing's beautiful eyes suddenly widened.
No, is this okay?
"See? You have to put your emotions into it to create beautiful poetry!" Qin Haitian chuckled.
"Why didn't I have this feeling just now?" Xu Zhiqing was a little confused. She just felt a little flustered and disoriented just now.
"Because you are not devoted enough when you study, you have some resistance in your heart!" Qin Haitian gently stroked her soft hair and said, "We are already husband and wife, and we can practice together. If you resist this little intimate gesture, then don't even think about writing good poems. After all, if you want to write good poems, you must first learn to devote yourself, learn to give, and learn to understand the general meaning of poems. Once you have mastered it, you can write poems and essays yourself."
"Then, what should I do?" Xu Zhiqing pursed her lips. She also wanted to make progress. After all, compared with the poems Qin Haitian recited, she felt that the poems she wrote were a bit like whining.
"Okay, I'll teach you little by little!" Qin Haitian revealed a fox-like smile and began to guide Xu Zhiqing to learn how to write poems and essays.
It is said that when the great roc soars up with the wind one day, it can soar up to 90,000 miles.
Under Qin Haitian's guidance, Xu Zhiqing discovered many flexible techniques for using the paintbrush. She glared at Qin Haitian angrily many times, but when she saw Qin Haitian's approving and encouraging eyes, she continued to learn with a pitiful hum.
Seeing that Xu Zhiqing seemed reluctant but finally studied hard, Qin Haitian showed a look of satisfaction like an old father on his face.
Is there anything more fulfilling than raising your wife to be the person you like?
......
The next day, the sun was high in the sky.
The maid Su Xiaoyun saw Miss Xu Zhiqing coming out of the study, and her face showed envy and curiosity: "Miss, you look more beautiful than before. Could it be that the poetry and painting of the son-in-law have such an effect? Can I really not learn?"
"......" Xu Zhiqing's pretty face blushed when she heard Su Xiaoyun's words. Thinking of the scene when Qin Haitian taught her knowledge of poetry and painting yesterday, she felt her legs go weak and she felt as if she couldn't stand steadily.
"You are still young and can't learn yet." Xu Zhiqing pursed her lips and said.
Now, she understood what Qin Haitian meant yesterday when he said that Su Xiaoyun was not yet able to learn his poetry and painting skills, because reciting poetry and painting were too unproper!
"Ah? Is it really related to age?" Su Xiaoyun had a sad face and looked a little depressed.
"Of course, if you really want to learn, it's not impossible!" Xu Zhiqing looked at the disappointed Su Xiaoyun and said with a smile.
"Really?" Su Xiaoyun's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Of course. But my husband said that if you want to learn, you should wait until you are 18 years old. Anyway, you will not be more than a few months older. Isn't it? Besides, you may not be able to master it by then." Xu Zhiqing bit her lip and said casually.
Anyway, Su Xiaoyun was her dowry maid, and although her appearance was not as good as hers, she was still one in a million. Besides, she didn't want to be separated from her.
"How could I refuse?" Although Su Xiaoyun was a little disappointed, since the lady said so, she would just wait for a few months.
Xu Zhiqing hesitated to speak, and in the end she did not tell her the truth because it was too embarrassing!
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