I'm the villain in the book

Ruowu's breathing echoed in the room, and the two of them didn't speak during the whole process.

It wasn't until after the matter was over that Wei Changcai realized that Lu Jingyao seemed a little hesitant to speak.

He asked while putting on his clothes, "What's wrong?"

Lu Jingyao hesitated: "You, do you want to learn to write?"

"Ok?"

Wei Changtian was stunned, and suddenly remembered the "poem" he wrote to Lu Jingyao.

Are you really despised?

But after thinking about it, I really need to improve my calligraphy skills, so I nodded generously: "Yes, if I have time in the future, I will learn from you for an hour every day."

"Then do you want to study now?"

Lu Jingyao lowered her head and stared at the tip of her shoe, and whispered, "It's still a while before dinner."

"Okay."

Wei Changtian asked, "Let's go to the study?"

"Hmm...the study was messed up by Qiaoling."

Lu Jingyao muttered, "You can go to my room..."

Wei Changtian: "?"

I now have good reason to suspect that your motives are not pure!

Chapter 19 Impromptu Poems

Facts have proved that Wei Changtian really thinks too much.

The body fragrance with the smell of white peony lingered on the tip of his nose, he glanced at Lu Jingyao with a serious face, and had to pick up the pen again and start to draw talismans.

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Flat

flat flat flat

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This is Lu Jingyao's original method. It combines the practice of calligraphy and the learning of poetry and rhythm, and achieves more with less effort.

There is a term for this in previous life, called "integrated teaching method".

It's a pity that women in feudal society can't be teachers, so it is destined to be unable to promote such advanced teaching methods.

Wei Changtian's mind drifted back to his previous life, and the words in his pen naturally became more and more out of shape.

Lu Jingyao watched for a while, and finally couldn't help but reminded in a low voice, "Be more serious."

Hearing this, Wei Changtian not only had no guilt, but put the pen away directly: "I think today is almost the end."

"But it's less than an hour."

"That's enough."

"..."

Lu Jingyao was dumbfounded for a while, and then stood up silently to straighten the inkstone and other objects.

The brush strokes swayed gently in the Pisces-shaped brush, and the black ink smeared in the clear water.

She stretched out her hand and pinched the tip of the pen, and suddenly said softly, "Actually, you are very talented. If you are willing to study for a few years, you will definitely be able to achieve something if you take the exam."

Wei Changtian was stunned for a moment, then asked with a smile, "What? Are you trying to persuade my prodigal son to turn back?"

Lu Jingyao looked over in a daze: "Isn't it good?"

"Hahahaha!"

Wei Changtian laughed twice and joked: "If I want to be an official, I can do it now, why do I have to fight with those scholars?"

"Furthermore, I'm too lazy to care about how my country is and how the people are. What do those have to do with me?"

"not like this."

Lu Jingyao shook her head, her gaze was firm: "I had my heart set on the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch... You must not be a selfish person if you can write such a poem."

"..."

Wei Changtian didn't expect this woman to be so reminiscent, and suddenly smiled dumbly: "What can a poem say? I can write a poem of this level casually."

"I do not believe."

Lu Jingyao only thought that Wei Changtian was using his tongue after guessing what he was thinking, so he deliberately provoked: "Unless you make another song now, if you can do it, I will believe you."

"What's the use of you believing or not believing in me?"

Wei Changtian glanced at her: "Besides, there must be a reason for writing poetry, and there is no way to write it casually."

Seeing Wei Changtian shirk, Lu Jingyao became more and more complacent: "There are so many objects here, you can just pick and choose whatever you want."

"Ha ha."

Wei Changtian sneered, not wanting to pay attention to Lu Jingyao.

But when he saw Qiuyun and Yuan'er playing with Wei Qiaoling in the courtyard outside the window, he changed his mind.

"Qiuyun! Yuan'er!"

"Ah! Son!"

The two women trotted over in a hurry, stood outside the window and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

Wei Changtian didn't even look at Lu Jingyao, and said directly, "I want to write a poem for you."

"Huh? Writing poetry?"

The two girls were stunned for a moment, and their faces were filled with great confusion.

When will the son write poetry again?

Did the lady just teach it?

Although they were puzzled, they nodded obediently and looked expectant.

"Son, we are listening."

"Um......"

Wei Changtian pretended to ponder for a moment, and then slowly recited a small poem.

The voice was not too loud or too small, just enough to be clearly heard by Lu Jingyao.

"Fugu Valley is popular and well-tailored, and Qiu Yunxiang sent it to Yaotai."

"The line of dust is broken from time to time, and the blue sea and blue sky will come and go."

Inside and outside the window, there was a moment of silence.

Although Qiuyun and Yuaner's education level is limited to writing their own names, they can also tell that this poem is writing paper kites.

And the word "Autumn Cloud" appeared in the poem...

People have a natural ability to appreciate beautiful things, and the same is true for words...not to mention that these words are related to themselves.

The two women covered their mouths instantly, and the emotion in their eyes couldn't be added.

And as for Lu Jingyao...

Surprised and shocked can no longer describe her mood at the moment.

If I had to find a word... Heart shaking?incredible?

Looking at Wei Changtian who was calm and relaxed, she really couldn't think of what kind of literary talent she had to achieve in order to write such a whole poem that was both thematic and profound in just a few breaths.

The line of fate is broken from time to time, and the blue sea and the blue sky are free to come and go...

This feeling is too heroic, and too delicate.

Unlike Qiuyun and Yuaner, Lu Jingyao understands the deeper meaning of poetry.

And because I understand it, I can't figure it out even more.

"how come......"

"I'm afraid it's the number one talented scholar in Daning, no, I'm afraid it's Su Wu who is known as the poet fairy, it's nothing more than that..."

......

During dinner, Lu Jingyao was always absent-minded, and even dropped his chopsticks several times.

Qiuyun and Yuan'er were better, but they couldn't help but secretly see Wei Changtian.

Only Wei Qiaoling turned "the pain of losing a chicken" into an appetite, and she was a meal against the stewed chicken.

After dinner, as usual, it is a story-telling session.

After these few days, the plot has progressed to the point where Monkey King and Tang Seng met Zhu Bajie in Gaolaozhuang.

Of course, Wei Changtian can't remember the full text of "Journey to the West", but he watched the TV series several times when he was a child, so there is no such thing as jamming.

The moon and stars outside the window are thin, and the candles in the house flicker.

The four girls listened intently, their expressions sometimes nervous and sometimes surprised.

Even the big ghost lay docilely on the ground, with its tail touching the ground and sweeping left and right, it seemed very comfortable...

At the beginning of Hai Shi, the story will end.

Qiuyun and Yuan'er went to take Wei Qiaoling back to their small courtyard, while Lu Jingyao hurried back to the house to record what she just heard.

After the room was quiet, Wei Changtian took a sip of tea and began to think about Xu Qingwan and Yang Liushi.

Even if it's just for system points, he needs to win these two women.

The former is okay, after all, there is plenty of time, and it is completely possible to draw it slowly.

But the latter is somewhat more difficult.

On the one hand, it is because Yang Liushi, as a fox demon, is very vigilant.

On the other hand, it was because Xiao Feng was about to meet her, probably just a few days after the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Wei Changtian didn't know whether Xiao Feng's serious injury would affect the development of the subsequent plot, but he always planned for the worst.

If Yang Liushi was not captured during the mid-autumn cruise, then she must not be allowed to meet Xiao Feng.

At worst, we will eliminate demons for the people...

Thinking about some details slowly, the tea in the cup is completely cool.

Just when Wei Changtian roughly had a plan and was about to go to bed to continue "training", there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Master, are you still asleep?"

Qiuyun and Yuan'er walked in lightly, but their hands were hidden behind them, and their expressions were a little uneasy.

Wei Changtian wondered: "What's wrong?"

"That... that poem written by the young master at dusk... can, can you write a copy for us?"

The two women took out their hands from behind in embarrassment, and actually held paper, ink, pen, inkstone and other objects in their hands.

Pretty well prepared.

Seeing their nervous appearance, Wei Changtian laughed dumbly: "Haha, of course."

"But my words are ugly, you don't have to dislike it."

"No son!"

Yuan'er is young and speaks more carelessly than Qiuyun: "Anyway, we are not literate, but we are afraid that we will accidentally forget the poem in the future, so I can take this piece of paper to the storyteller and read it to us!"

"That's it."

Wei Changtian looked at Qiuyun with his head bowed, and didn't say much. He just waited for the ink to start and then picked up his pen and carefully transcribed the four lines of poetry.

After writing, he added a poem title to the top.