I'm Actually The Big Villain In The Book

Chapter 112 From the people, to the people

"Ah! This."

After being reminded by Ning Yuke, Ning Qingyu recovered from the excitement just now, and said to Wei Changtian and Liang Zhen bitterly:

"Young Master Wei, Mr. Liang, Ke'er was accidentally scratched on the face by a sharp object when she was young, leaving such a scar."

"She seldom goes out on weekdays. If she wants to meet strangers, she will wear a veiled woman's face. Please keep quiet about this matter."

"My lord, don't worry."

Wei Changtian and Liang Zhen immediately expressed their opinions with cupped hands together, their eyes were somewhat clear, but also a little puzzled.

Especially Wei Changtian, always felt that this scar should not be as simple as Ning Qingyu said.

You must know that this is the world of comprehension, and the level of medical skills is not the same as that of the previous life.

It would be fine if this Ning Yuke was a child of a poor family, but she is a princess!

It's just a wound, even if you use some good medicine, it won't leave a scar.

Wei Changtian has a good say on this, because he had many wounds on his body almost every day when he was fighting in Xuanjing Division's Yanwu Hall, but he never left a scar.

Therefore, he did not believe what Ning Qingyu said.

Of course, Wei Changtian would definitely not say anything more, and Ning Yuke calmed down somewhat at this time, and said softly to him and Liang Zhen:

"Rou'an looks ugly, if you scare the two of you, please forgive me."

Unlike those princesses in TV dramas who call themselves "Bengong" whether they understand it or not, Ning Yuke calls herself by title, which is enough to show her self-cultivation.

And one thing to say, her voice is very nice.

Lin Laiquan's rhyme is soft and soft, which really feels like the sound of nature.

Pity.

Wei Changtian looked at those big, agile eyes that were exposed outside the veil, and couldn't help but feel great regret.

After a stick of incense, Ning Qingyu briefly introduced Wei Changtian and Liang Zhen to his daughter.

When Ning Yuke heard Wei Changtian's name, surprise flashed across her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by regret.

"Ke'er, Young Master Wei said another good sentence just now! Hurry up and study the ink, I will write it down now!"

Ning Qingyu had recovered the excitement he had just now, and Wei Changtian finally understood why he suddenly called Ning Yuke over.

Ning Qingyu has a habit of feeling. When writing, he must have Ning Yuke grind ink beside him.

It's a lot to pay attention to.

Quietly pursing his lips, Wei Changtian watched Ning Yuke prepare pens, inks, papers and inkstones while drinking tea.

However, Ning Qingyu didn't let him idle, and with such a little effort, he had to give him another problem.

"Mr. Wei, the good lines you said are indeed perfect, but you haven't said how to make good poems yet."

"Poetry talent is certainly important, but there must be some skills in it, so why don't you tell me about it?"

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Wei Changtian put down the teacup with a smile, but he was already speechless towards this poet-crazy prince.

It's not over, is it? ?

It seems that if you don't talk about some dry goods, I'm afraid you won't be able to fool me today, but you know nothing about dry goods? !

"This matter."

After glancing at Ning Qingyu, who was full of anticipation, and Ning Yuke, who was also looking at own Ning Yuke, Wei Changtian suddenly had an idea and said:

"My lord, what do you think is a good poem?"

"Pass it down to the world and recite it through the ages!"

Ning Qingyu said without hesitation, "This is the real good poem!"

Wei Changtian nodded, and continued to ask: "Well, what do you think a poem needs to achieve such an achievement?"

Ning Qingyu said seriously: "The weather is dense, the meaning is majestic, the rhythm is not stagnant, and the things are not straightforward."

man, what are you talking about? ? ?

Wei Changtian felt as if he knew the meaning of these four words, but he didn't seem to know.

But whether you can understand it or not, it will not affect the next performance.

I saw him nodding solemnly, first praised "That's right to say that", and then went on to say:

"However, in my opinion, the style of poetry is very important."

"style?"

"That's right."

Wei Changtian explained: "People have different cognitions on everything. There are differences in high and low, refined and vulgar, and partial. Since poems are written by humans, there are naturally differences in style."

"Whether it's the idea or the choice of words and sentences, it's the same."

"Young master's words are very true, yes"

Ning Qingyu frowned and said, "How can you make a high-quality poem?"

After talking for a long time, the topic returned to the original point, but after so much foreshadowing, Wei Changtian finally got to the point.

He definitely doesn't know those serious theories, and he can't explain them.

but

"My lord, why don't I tell you a little story."

"short story?"

Ning Qingyu suddenly became interested, and quickly sat up straight: "Young master, please tell me quickly."

"it is good."

Wei Changtian cleared his throat, and then slowly said in the very regular sound of grinding ink:

"My lord, according to legend, in ancient times, there was a dynasty named Tang, and there was a world-famous poet named Bai Juyi, whose poems can be passed down to the world."

"Datang? Bai Juyi?" Ning Qingyu looked puzzled.

"It's just a story, the prince doesn't need to care about these details."

Wei Changtian explained without changing his face, and continued: "This Bai Juyi's neighbor is an old woman who can't read big characters, let alone write poetry."

"But every time Bai Juyi finished his poems, he always read them to the old woman first. If the old woman didn't understand or found the words complicated, she would point them out, and Bai Juyi would read them after correcting them at home."

"Repeat this until the old woman has no objection."

Wei Changtian paused, and asked softly:

"My lord, the story is like this, I wonder if you can understand the meaning?"

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Ning Qingyu was silent for a long time, then suddenly slapped the chair and stood up with an excited face.

"Understood! I understand!"

"If a poem can be understood even by those ignorant fools, it will naturally be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and it will definitely be widely recited!"

"It's true, it's true!"

"call"

Seeing Ning Qingyu's reaction, Wei Changtian finally heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that this level has finally been fooled.

"It's good that the prince understands."

"Understood! I understand!"

Ning Qingyu was so excited that he paced back and forth in the room, watching Wei Changtian fearing that he might get dizzy again due to excitement.

Fortunately, at this time, Ning Yuke had finally finished grinding the ink.

"Father, ink research is finished."

She glanced at Wei Changtian secretly, then asked Ning Qingyu lightly, "Didn't you say you want to write?"

"Writing, yes yes yes, I want to write!"

Taking advantage of this excitement, Ning Qingyu stepped forward to the table, picked up his pen and wrote out "a good sentence is born naturally, and it's a good thing to get it by chance".

But after finishing writing, he felt that it was not enough, so he wanted to record the little story just now.

Changing out a new piece of paper, he looked up at Wei Changtian with a smile.

"Young Master Wei, I wonder if there is a name for this story?"

"this."

Wei Changtian wanted to say "nameless" at first, but in the end he said it out of nowhere.

"From the people, to the people"

(end of this chapter)