I'm Actually The Big Villain In The Book

Chapter 19 Impromptu Poetry

Facts have proved that Wei Changtian was overthinking.

The scent of white peony lingered on the tip of his nose. He glanced at Lu Jingyao with a serious face, and had no choice but to pick up his pen and start drawing ghostly symbols again.

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This is Lu Jingyao's original method, which combines calligraphy practice with learning the rhythm of poetry, which is more effective with half the effort.

There was a term for this in the previous life, which was called "integrated teaching method".

It's a pity that women in feudal society couldn't be teachers, so they were destined to be unable to promote such an advanced teaching method.

Wei Changtian's thoughts drifted back to his previous life, and the words he wrote naturally became more and more out of shape.

Lu Jingyao looked at it for a while, and finally couldn't help reminding in a low voice: "Be more serious."

Hearing this, Wei Changtian not only didn't feel guilty, but put his pen down directly: "I think today is almost the same."

"But it's less than an hour."

"That's enough."

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Lu Jingyao was silent for a while, then got up silently to arrange the brushes and inkstones and other things.

The brush strokes are gently shaken in the Pisces-like brush wash, and the black ink is smudged in clusters in the clear water.

She stretched out her hand to pinch the root 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 achieve something in the examination."

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

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

"Ha ha ha ha!"

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

"Besides, I'm too lazy to care about my country and people. What does that have to do with me?"

"not like this."

Lu Jingyao shook her head, her gaze was firm: "I originally set my heart on Mingyue, but Mingyue illuminates the ditch and you can write such a poem, you must not be a selfish person."

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Wei Changtian didn't expect this woman to be so capable of associating, so he laughed dumbly for a while and said, "What can a poem explain? I can make poems of this level casually."

"I do not believe."

Lu Jingyao only thought that Wei Changtian was playing tricks after she guessed what was in her heart, so she deliberately provoked: "Unless you compose another song now, if you can compose it, I will believe you."

"What does it matter if you believe me or not?"

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

Seeing Wei Changtian's evasion, Lu Jingyao felt more complacent: "There are so many objects here, you just pick one at will and just do it."

"hehe."

Wei Changtian sneered, originally he didn't want to talk 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.

"Qiu Yun! Yuan'er!"

"Ah! Young Master!"

The second daughter trotted over hurriedly, stood outside the window and asked, "What's wrong?"

"nothing."

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

"Huh? Poetry?"

The second daughter was taken aback, her face was filled with great perplexity.

When will you be able to compose poetry again?

Could it be that Madam just taught me?

Although puzzled, they still nodded obediently, with some expectation in their eyes.

"Young master, we are listening."

"Ok"

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

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

"Wonderful tailoring in the foggy valley, sent to Yaotai by autumn clouds."

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

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

Although Qiuyun and Yuan'er's educational level is limited to being able to write their own names, they can still hear that this poem is about Zhiyuan.

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. What's more, these words are related to themselves.

The second daughter covered her mouth instantly, the emotion in her eyes couldn't be further increased.

As for Lu Jingyao

Surprise and shock can no longer describe her mood at the moment.

If you have to find a word, your heart is shaking? incredible?

She looked at Wei Changtian who was calm and relaxed, and really couldn't figure out what kind of literary talent she had to achieve to compose such a whole poem that fit the theme and had a profound artistic conception in just a few breaths.

The line of fate is broken from time to time, the blue sea and the blue sky let go

This feeling is too bold and generous, and too delicate.

Unlike Qiuyun and Yuan'er, Lu Jingyao understood the deeper meaning of the poem.

And just 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 absent-minded all the time, and even dropped her chopsticks several times.

Qiuyun and Yuan'er are better, but they can't help but secretly visit Wei Changtian.

Only Wei Qiaoling turned the "pain of losing a chicken" into an appetite, and she just gave her strength to the stewed chicken.

After the meal, as usual, there is a storytelling session.

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

Of course Wei Changtian couldn'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 was no such thing as getting stuck.

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

The four girls listened attentively, their expressions were 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, seemingly very comfortable.

At the beginning of Haishi, the story will end.

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

After the room became 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 still needs to win these two women.

The former is okay, after all, there is plenty of time, so you can take it slowly.

But the latter is somewhat difficult to do.

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 a few days after the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Wei Changtian doesn't know whether Xiao Feng's serious injury will affect the development of the plot later, but he always prepares for the worst.

If she fails to win Yang Liushi during the Mid-Autumn Festival cruise, then she must not be allowed to meet Xiao Feng.

At worst, we will eliminate demons for the people

Slowly thinking about some details, the tea in the cup has completely cooled down.

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.

"My lord, are you still awake?"

Qiuyun and Yuan'er walked in lightly, but they hid their hands behind their backs, their expressions a little apprehensive.

Wei Changtian was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"That... can you write us a copy of the poem that Young Master wrote at dusk?"

The second daughter shyly took out her hand from behind her back, holding paper, ink, brush and inkstone in her hand.

It was quite well prepared.

Seeing their nervousness, Wei Changtian couldn't help but laugh: "Haha, of course."

"But my handwriting is ugly, you just don't mind it."

"No son!"

Yuan'er is younger, and speaks more freely than Qiuyun: "Anyway, we don't know how to read, but we are afraid that we will accidentally forget the poem in the future, so we 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 be developed, and then he picked up a pen and carefully copied the four lines of the poem.

After finishing writing, he added a poem title at the top.

【Gift to Qiuyun and Yuaner】

"The writing is not dry yet, let it dry for a while."

Putting down the pen, Wei Changtian pressed the paperweight on the upper and lower ends of the rice paper.

"um hum."

Qiuyun and Yuan'er nodded slightly, and stood aside eagerly waiting.

But soon their faces were full of blush.

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The soft and charming voice passed through the door and entered the ears of Lu Jingyao who was standing at the door.

She had forgotten a detail in tonight's story and wanted to come over and ask.

but now

He hurried back to his room, leaning his back against the door and took a few heavy breaths.

One hand tightly pinched the corner of the skirt, and the other touched his somewhat hot cheek.

I don't know why I feel a little lost.

(end of this chapter)