Tomorrow is October 19th, which is the mid-October examination date of the Imperial College of Laifeng State.
(Monthly ten-day exams are held on the 9th, 19th, and 29th of each month. Ten-day holidays are held on the 10th, 20th, and 30th of each month.)
After school in the evening, when Hua Qingcheng returned to the Eastern Palace from the Imperial College, her husbands began to take turns tutoring her.
Situ Ye accompanied Hua Qingcheng in practicing archery, Han Yichen accompanied her in horseback riding, Si Chengfeng was responsible for tutoring in calligraphy and painting, and Yu Xiaotian served tea and water and fed snacks to Hua Qingcheng from time to time.
At two quarters past ten, Hua Qingcheng and Mu Lige came to the study to read after dinner and bathing.
"Brother Li, I don't quite understand this place..."
"All right then. I'll tell you again."
Mu Lige and Hua Qingcheng sat side by side in front of the desk.
At this moment, Mu Lige was explaining the "History of Laifeng" to Hua Qingcheng. This was already the sixth time he had explained it. He seriously suspected that this young mistress had done this on purpose.
Hua Qingcheng, who was sitting right next to Mu Lige, could smell the faint fragrance of bamboo leaves on his body. When Mu Lige flipped through books with her, she could not only feel his warm breath, but even hear the strong heartbeat on his broad chest.
Mu Lige's fingers were long and thin, with distinct joints, and they were truly beautiful. Hua Qingcheng felt that even when he was turning the pages of a book, his movements were incredibly graceful and pleasing to the eye.
Hua Qingcheng had always known that Mu Lige was exceptionally handsome, and this good looks stemmed not only from his appearance but also from his imposing bearing. They say a serious man is the most handsome, especially when Mu Lige is deep in thought, his slanted eyebrows etched into his temples, revealing a pair of bright eyes as bright as stars, gleaming with wisdom.
This gentle aura that belonged to Mu Lige made Hua Qingcheng want to get closer to him. As for asking for advice, it was just an excuse. History was not difficult for Hua Qingcheng. She could learn it by reading it once...
"Brother Li, I still don't quite understand this place..."
Mu Lige:......
"Qingqing, I've already said this six times."
"Brother Li, I think... maybe if you tell me fifty more times, I should be able to understand half of it..."
"Hua-Qing-Cheng!" Mu Lige said gritting his teeth.
This guy really did it on purpose!
"Okay, I understand! Brother Li, don't be angry." Hua Qingcheng hurriedly patted Mu Lige on the back to calm him down.
"Qingqing, I'm not tired of explaining this to you so many times, but I think you shouldn't waste your time. Tomorrow is your first ten-day exam after attending the Imperial College. Although you've only been attending for a few days, you must give it your all and do your best."
Mu Lige felt like he was acting like a father. Of course, if Mu Lige saw the chaotic scenes many modern parents have when helping their children with homework, he would probably think his own little wife was much more obedient and adorable...
(Feng Lingyan: My dear husband, you’ve worked so hard! I’ve taught her to play the piano, and her face is almost deformed...)
At four quarters after the hour of Xu, Hua Qingcheng sent Mu Lige back to her princess's bedroom to rest, and then she practiced the piano in her study.
"Kengkeng~Clang~"
As Hua Qingcheng's piano music spread, the leaves in the yard shook three times.
Meanwhile, in the eastern wing of the Princess's bedroom, Zuo An was absorbed in researching a new hidden weapon. His hearing was excellent, but as he listened to Hua Qingcheng's waves of "devilish sounds" coming from the study, his fair and handsome face twitched, and his expression darkened.
At five minutes past ten in the evening, Zuo An, who could no longer bear it, finally put down the parts he was assembling, came out from the east ear room, and used his lightness skills to fly over the eaves and walls, heading towards the study.
“Whoosh~”
Zuo An climbed in directly through the window.
"Left Bank?"
Looking at the black figure that suddenly appeared in front of her, Hua Qingcheng suddenly stopped playing the piano, with a look of surprise on her face.
Before she could ask Zuo An why he came here at this time, the Yaoqin in her hand was snatched away by Zuo An the next moment.
But he pulled over a chair and sat directly opposite Hua Qingcheng.
"That's not how you play the piano!" Zuo An opened his thin lips and said expressionlessly.
Then Zuo An was seen placing his hands gently on the zither, plucking the strings with a "clang clang clang" sound.
Unlike Hua Qingcheng's untuneable playing, a beautiful and melodious melody suddenly flowed out slowly from Zuo'an's fingers.
The piano music on the left bank is like a gentle breeze blowing through the mountains and forests, like the warm sunshine shining into the heart. Then it is like a sudden storm and a herd of horses galloping past, majestic and moving.
After the song, Hua Qingcheng still felt unsatisfied.
"Good job, Zuo An. I didn't expect you to have such a skill! Have you learned it before?" Hua Qingcheng raised her eyebrows teasingly at Zuo An who was sitting opposite her.
“No.”
Zuo An glanced indifferently and glanced leisurely at Hua Qingcheng who was looking at him with burning eyes across from him.
"First time playing today."
Zuo An put the Yaoqin back in front of Hua Qingcheng.
Hua Qingcheng: ...
Don't tell me that you just listened to me play a few times from a distance and then you could learn it yourself?
As if guessing Hua Qingcheng's thoughts, Zuo An opened his thin lips again and said expressionlessly: "After hearing you play it for the first time, I already knew it..."
Hua Qingcheng: ...
You bastard!
Are you trying to hit me on purpose?
"Stupid woman, so stupid!"
"With your understanding of music, and according to the teachings of your husbands and Second Young Master Feng, I'm afraid your granddaughters and grandchildren will learn it, but you still won't be able to do it!"
"Hua Qingcheng, look!"
Zuo An sighed slightly, then stood up from his seat, walked behind Hua Qingcheng, grabbed her hands, and began to teach her step by step.
"From now on, don't think about the ups and downs of the notes. Just treat playing the piano as martial arts training. The first move is creating waves without wind, like this... The second move is blowing the wind and rain, like this... The third move is galloping horses, like this... The fourth move is sweeping through thousands of troops, like this..."
Zuo An directly broke down the song that Hua Qingcheng had just played into martial arts moves, and taught Hua Qingcheng how to play it step by step using his own methods.
"Okay, now play it for me yourself." Zuo An crossed his arms and sat quietly beside Hua Qingcheng.
"How strange... Zuo'an, I think I understood everything you just said..."
Hua Qingcheng narrowed her eyes slightly, placed her hands on the zither, and recalled the punches and kicks that Zuo An had just imagined in her mind. She started playing the zither without even looking at the strings.
"Waves rise from nowhere...wind and rain...thousands of horses gallop...sweeping away thousands of troops..."
Hua Qingcheng was able to play the entire song fluently according to Zuo An's method. Although she was not very proficient yet, it was a qualitative leap compared to before.
"It's not satisfactory, but it's a big improvement." Zuo An said it very politely, although it sounded indifferent.
It’s not that Mu Lige, Feng Lingyan and the others are not capable enough, but that they did not use the right method based on Hua Qingcheng’s actual situation.
At the critical moment, it seems that it is still up to him, Master Zuo'an, to take action...
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