And this tail, these ears, hiss...
Wei Teng was shaking with excitement.
Ji Su looked at the cat girl and couldn't help feeling a little heartbroken. He didn't expect that the Han family could get such good stuff, but it was a pity that it had nothing to do with him.
And this cat girl...she’s such a good actress!
Seeing that Wei Teng didn't say anything, he reminded him again: "Brother Wei?"
Wei Teng woke up from his dream and quickly turned his gaze away. His expression became serious: "Brother Ji, it's afternoon."
Ji Su was puzzled: "Hmm?"
Wei Teng pointed outside the door: "There are still three hours until nightfall, I want to rest!"
Ji Su: “…”
…
Shangmo Bookstore, backyard study.
Ying Wuji was staring at a thin stack of papers, frowning and thinking.
He had just copied a number of sentences about governing a country and maintaining peace, and he could feel that there seemed to be great talent hidden in them. However, they were all only vaguely connected to himself, and he could not extradite them to himself no matter what. He felt extremely depressed for a while.
Although he could recite many famous works, even if he could not produce any meaningful works, he could still be among the top three.
But what if?
According to Jiang Taiyuan's words, the Taoist disciples have made up their minds to take advantage of the good fortune of all schools of thought for free, and it is unlikely that there will be only one work that carries their own meaning.
"Hey? You're back?"
A gentle voice came from the door.
Ying Wuji raised his head and saw Hua Chao walking towards him with a hint of joy between his eyebrows. He seemed to be in a very good mood. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Didn't you go to the opera troupe? Why are you back so early?"
Since the initial performance of "The Case of the Chopping of the Beauty", opera has gained some fame. Even after "The Case of the Chopping of the Beauty" was later banned, people still retained a bit of enthusiasm for opera.
After all, Li State was the richest among the vassal states, and Jiangcheng was the capital of Li State. The people had some spare money in their hands, and when they had spare money, they would think about having some fun. Poetry and songs were a bit obscure for them, but opera was just right.
Seeing this situation, those colleagues who patronized Hua Chao naturally wanted to join Hua Chao. Although the troupe had not officially opened, they were already preparing for the next play in order to make a name for themselves at tomorrow's literary conference.
Moreover, there are huge benefits for new genres to be included in Yuefu. As long as the creator is willing, he will definitely have a place in Yuefu.
It is equivalent to directly cultivating into an official body. With the blessing of the official luck of the Great Zhou Dynasty, one can easily practice related spells. Even if one has no cultivation at all, one can still gain a foothold with the official body spells.
Although the Zhou royal family has lost its ruling power politically, it still has a superior status in terms of rituals.
If Hua Chao could be included in Yuefu, it would surely bring endless benefits.
Not only did she realize her personal value, but she was also able to help herself.
However, it is not so easy to be included in Zhou Yuefu as a new genre. There are many works of seven-character regulated verse and seven-character quatrain before they are finally selected. If you want to succeed this time, you must show a particularly explosive performance.
Hua Chao smiled and said, "They have already rehearsed quite well. I will let them rest for the afternoon so that they can perform well in the literature meeting tomorrow."
"Good!"
Ying Wuji nodded, feeling a little better. He also owned half of the shares of the drama, so it would be good news if it could succeed.
He let out a sigh of relief and prepared to burn the manuscript he had just written.
Hua Chao asked curiously: "What is this?"
"I just wrote something."
Ying Wuji responded without being too shy. Seeing that she wanted to see it, he handed it to her.
Hua Chao stared at "Xiao Yao You" for a while, but didn't understand it, so he flipped a few pages. When he saw the line "Before others worry about their own worries, and after others enjoy their own happiness", a ripple appeared in his eyes, and he exclaimed: "Did you write this? At least it's at the level of a masterpiece!"
Ying Wuji was a little surprised: "Sister Hua Chao, you also know about the work of Zai Yi?"
Hua Chao smiled and said, "I also heard it from Luo Ming. He said that when Luo Yan took him to be his apprentice, the Confucian master didn't think highly of him. But he wrote a poem that was just good enough to be considered good, but he showed a bit of Confucian talent, so he became the master's apprentice. Although I don't understand all this, your words should be enough to be good enough, right?"
Ying Wuji grinned. Hua Chao was the daughter of the prime minister after all, so she could not be judged by the standards of an ordinary singing girl.
He was a little depressed: "This is the sentence I wrote for tomorrow's commemoration meeting, but for some reason, I just can't generate any talent."
"Um……"
Hua Chao pondered for a moment, and suddenly asked: "Wuji! Sister has always believed that you are talented, and I also believe that you wrote this sentence yourself, but... do you agree with this sentence from the bottom of your heart and intend to put it into practice?"
"this……"
Ying Wuji felt a little ashamed. Not to mention that he had done it himself, even the sentences were not written by him.
Hua Chao knew the answer, but he didn't show any contempt. He just smiled gently and said, "If you don't even believe in these sentences, how can you be talented? In my opinion, the so-called carrier of meaning is not only the work, but also the person!
But you are in a precarious situation. It is difficult for you to be alone. How can you worry about the country and the people? What's more, you are not in your motherland. In fact, you don't need to worry too much. If you can't participate in the grand gathering of hundreds of schools, then don't participate. With your talent, you will get what you want sooner or later. "
"Um."
Ying Wuji nodded thoughtfully, and felt a little relieved. He smiled and placed the paper on the flame.
When the paper was burned to ashes, Hua Chao smiled gently: "I have been busy for so many days and haven't had much rest. Can you go shopping with me?"
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