Three Kingdoms: I, the eldest son of Cao, a loving father of a great man!

Chapter 223 Zhaoji: If you do it, I will promise you just one thing! 【Please subscribe and ask for a monthly ticket】

"Clang~"

The wind is warm and the water is murmuring.

Located in a courtyard of the back house of the prefect's mansion, Cao Ang was leaning against the pillars of the pavilion with his eyes closed.

The whole person is full of enjoyment, listening relaxed and freehand, the wonderful voice coming from the ears.

I don't know how long it has been.

As the last note fell, the whole piece was played, and the guqin stopped immediately.

And Cao Ang also slowly opened his eyes.

"Zhao Ji, your melodious voice is really breathtaking."

"For a layman like me, when he opens his ears, he feels as if he is in a fairyland. Such superb skills are no different from heaven and man!"

It was Cai Zhaoji in front of Cao Ang's eyes.

Ever since he settled down in Puyang County, Cao Ang would come to Cai Yan every few days to listen to her play a few tunes.

Cultivate your own artistic sentiment and cultivate his musical cells.

By the way, let's improve our relationship with Cai Yan again.

After all, this matter was agreed between the two of them at the beginning. Wouldn't it be a loss if we didn't come here to listen to it a few more times while the agreement was in effect?

And Cai Yan couldn't help smiling after hearing Cao Ang's unsparing words of praise, but the smile looked very shallow, quite indifferent.

"Zixiu is over-reputed, but it's just some superficial skills, how dare he call it the realm of heaven and man."

Seeing Cai Yan's calm and watery appearance, Cao Ang suddenly felt a little headache.

This girl is really not good at it!

Although I took advantage of the opportunity of coming to listen to her play the guqin, I narrowed the distance between many people, and at the same time deepened their relationship.

But the older the moves, the more ineffective they are.

At this point.

Cao Ang felt that he couldn't push forward.

Continuing to contact Cai Yan under the guise of listening to music and calming down the mood, has no much effect.

After all, listening to music must be sitting on the sidelines, so what else could he do?
It is neither possible to shorten the last distance, nor is it enough to rely on such elementary activities to produce even a qualitative leap.

What's more, a woman like Cai Yan who is in a relatively peaceful state of mind and is difficult to have violent fluctuations in her mood due to external things is even more difficult to deal with.

Cao Ang praised Cai Zhaoji at the beginning, when Cai Yan played the piano like a celestial being, Cai Yan would still laugh when he heard it, but now he is somewhat immune.

So I had to think of a new trick.

……

After all, Cai Yan is not a piano-playing machine, so it is impossible to sit here all afternoon and just play the piano.

So after the song is over.

Sitting opposite each other in the pavilion, Cao Ang and Cai Yan chatted with each other while admiring the scene in the sky.

"Miss Zhaoji, when you chose your residence, why did you think of choosing a courtyard in the back of the house instead of entering the courtyard two forwards?"

"Although this place is quiet, it's too deep, and it's too inconvenient to move around with other people on weekdays. Doesn't it seem lonely after a long time?"

The area of ​​the prefect's mansion is much larger than the house Cao Ang lived in when he was in Dingtao County, and the residential area and functional area are very wide.

The distance between each courtyard is not short, so people who live in the first three courtyards and those who live in the backyard may need to walk a certain distance to communicate, so Cao Ang asked this question.

This can be regarded as a big disadvantage of the house.

After Cai Yan heard this remark.

He chuckled lightly.

Then he explained to Cao Ang: "Zixiu should know. I am a quiet person. It is too lively. There are too many people walking around on weekdays, which is not beautiful."

"I am alone, and I live here with a few maids. During the day, I just play the piano, write, or study classics and organize the books in the mansion."

"These alone are enough to kill most of my time, so how come the deep loneliness?"

Speaking of which.

Cai Yan pulled back a strand of blue hair hanging down her cheek, revealing her white and tender face and delicate ears that had been covered by her hair before.

Then he said to Cao Ang.

"Besides, although the mansion is big, it's not immeasurable. If there is something important, it won't take long to send someone over to inform me."

……

Listening to Cai Yan's calm and comfortable words.

Cao Ang nodded as expected, and was about to respond with words.

"Boom!" sounded.

An idea passed through his mind like a lightning strike, like lightning and thunder, instantly illuminating his thoughts.

Cao Ang thought of it.

He thought of how to promote this relationship, from quantitative change to qualitative change.

Think clearly and make up your mind.

Cao Ang immediately asked casually: "Speaking of this classic article, I actually have a lot of regrets!"

"My father has read a lot of poetry and books, and he has achieved a lot in prose and poetry. On the other hand, as his son, I am not very good at this. I am quite different from my father!"

"Besides, there are thousands of volumes of poems and books in the house, including countless collections of classics and history, but I have not made good use of them to improve my knowledge from these books. This is a heartbreaking thing!"

Cai Yan nodded involuntarily.

She felt strongly about this.

Cao Ang has such a vast collection of books, but he can't use them. He can only put them on the bookshelf at home. On weekdays, he is the only one who will tidy up and read them.

It would be such a pity.

And just when she was deeply moved.

"Snapped!"

Cao Ang suddenly slapped his hands.

Then he suddenly woke up, as if he had realized something, there seemed to be bright lights in his eyes, and bursts of hope came from them.

"Zhao Ji, I heard that Mr. Bo Jie is a master in this world in terms of calligraphy, rhythm and writing."

"Because of your family background, you must have acquired some authentic biography of Mr. Bojie. Why don't you teach me to study classics and poetry in the future!"

……

"Ok?"

Zhaoji, who had reacted, couldn't help but let out a slight sound of surprise.

What followed was hesitation and hesitation.

It's just the tender lips with a little rouge, which were slightly opened a few times but closed again, as if they wanted to say something, but they couldn't match the many worries in their hearts.

See this situation.

Cao Ang hurriedly made a move to retreat.

"If it's so inconvenient, just pretend that I haven't mentioned it."

"After all, it's best to have something like studying poetry and books, but you can live without it. Zhao Ji must not worry about it!"

That said.

It was hard for Cai Yan to refuse.

I had no choice but to stand up and bow slightly to Cao Ang, then smiled happily and said: "Zi Xiuyan is serious, but he is just teaching poetry and books, so why is it inconvenient?"

"What's more, since the beginning of Luoyang, you have helped me a lot. It's just a small favor, why should I not help?"

speak here.

Cai Yan looked up at the sky.

Then he walked into the house first, and at the same time the voice drifted to Cao Ang's ears.

"It's still early now, since Zixiu wants to study poetry and books, you might as well start today and give it a try to see if you can hold your temper."

…………

Inside the house, before the window.

Cao Ang and Cai Yan sat next to each other at the same table under the skylight.

After all, this is not a teacher teaching multiple students, and there is no need to engage in that kind of big scene and large-scale division of cases.

Besides, Cai Yan thinks that she is a teacher, and she still engages in one-on-one teaching, so it seems a bit deliberate to forcibly require matching seats or dividing cases.

When Cai Yan was sorting out and explaining the poems, classics, and slips to be used next, Cao Ang stared at her quietly.

It was the first time for him to get so close to Zhao Ji.

The tip of his nose sniffed the faint fragrance of bamboo leaves emanating from Zhaoji's body and lingering around him, Cao Ang only felt a little refreshed.

I don't know if it is to match the temperament of the body, or if the personality naturally likes this style.

Today, Cai Yan is still wearing an emerald green long dress, made of soft satin fabric, although it completely conceals her sight, but under the tight belt around her waist, one can still see her slender and tall figure.

Gently drawn brow line, cheeks slightly powdered, eyes like startled autumn water, pink and plump lips, and a nose full of dignity and elegance.

Constructing this moment together, that is full of a serious face full of concentration, seriousness and meticulousness.

And just as Cao Ang's gaze continued to move down.

When admiring Cai Yan's slender and fair neck, and the small and delicate arches of his feet.

Cai Yan's slightly flat voice came from his ear.

"Zixiu, sit down here, today I will teach some elementary knowledge."

……

The next half an hour.

Cao Ang was no longer in the mood to appreciate Cai Yan's beauty in prosperity, and to sniff the fragrance of bamboo beside her body.

Because he really understands what suffering is.

Understand what is asking for trouble.

The so-called superficial knowledge is for Cai Yan, and it is also what she considers superficial.

After all, Zhao Ji wanted to come, no matter how much Cao Ang didn't know it, it was impossible for him not to know the basics. After all, the Cao family is also a family with a family, and Cao Cao himself is a master of poetry, prose and essays.

Under the influence of ears and eyes.

Presumably Cao Ang is at most not proficient, or he can't compose poems and essays, but it can't be said that he doesn't understand at all.

And this way.

But it made Cao Ang miserable.

Isn't the bar too high?

After a set of procedures, he basically stunned him, and once he was brought back to the original tortured student life, it was nothing more than learning things that he still didn't understand.

It's like studying Chinese language and literature for three years, and suddenly added a calculus course in the senior year. How is this different from listening to the scriptures?

……

It's not that Cao Ang is stupid or lazy.

It's not professional!

He didn't even dare to say that he knew every word on the slips, let alone arrange and combine them, trying to make them clear.

thought here.

Cao Ang couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

He deliberately suggested that he should follow Cai Yan to learn poetry and classics, the purpose is to create an environment that is closer to each other, so that they can have more intimate activities.

As a result, it's a bit waxy now.

of course.

Everything is learned after a long time.

If Cao Ang can calm down and study hard with Cai Yan for a period of time, then he can understand a little bit.

But how could he calm down?

After all, the starting point was not simple from the beginning.

……

It's half an hour.

Cai Yan put down the letter in his hand.

Then he turned his head to look at Cao Ang, looked at the slightly dazed look in his eyes, and shook his head involuntarily.

Then he sighed softly and said, "Zixiu, it seems that the effect of studying poetry is not good. Presumably, I am a bad teacher. After all, I have never taught students before, so I don't know how to teach people."

"It's better to let go of the previous decision. In the future, I will play the piano for you and teach you poetry, scriptures and other things. Then I will wait for my father to return from Chang'an and let him teach you."

When Cao Ang heard this, he was shocked.

How could it be possible to give up!

After finally coming up with such a logical plan, he brought things to this point.

I even listened to the first free class.

If you just let it go, wouldn't all the previous efforts be in vain?
Looking for such a good excuse in the future, it will be really difficult.

thought here.

Cao Ang quickly waved his hand.

A resolute expression appeared on his face, and he said firmly in his tone: "You must not!"

"I will never give up until I have achieved something in my studies. Even if I am a student, Zhao Ji, as a teacher, how can you give up before me?"

……

Cai Yan was blocked by what Cao Ang said.

But in the process of teaching Cao Ang before, how could she not see the reaction of her "student" as a teacher?
There is a feeling that I have not focused on my studies.

And it really doesn't make sense.

If you continue to teach, it seems that there will be no effect, and it is really unnecessary.

Of course, the words cannot be so straightforward.

So after considering some words.

Cai Yan said cautiously: "Studying poetry and prose is not a one-day effort, you have to work hard. Zixiu, you are now the governor of Dongjun, and you are entangled in many affairs on weekdays. It is really inconvenient."

"If it's so intermittent, I'm afraid it won't take three to five years. It's hard to learn something and be able to write a poem by yourself."

"Maybe we can discuss it later!"

Cao Ang scratched his chin.

After thinking for a moment.

With a solemn tone, he said solemnly: "I'm not going to lie to Zhaoji, in fact, after studying for half an hour before, I have realized a little bit."

"It doesn't take three years or five years to realize it. It only takes one month. I can write a poem by myself, and it is definitely not a rough poem!"

……

Hear this.

Cai Yan was stunned.

Quietly blinked his beautiful eyes that looked forward to life.

Then he couldn't help but smile.

It is rare to show a smile like a flower again, and it is dazzling at first glance.

"Since Zixiu is determined to persist, I will look forward to your masterpiece today, one month later!"

"If you really can write poems of acceptable quality, I will not only teach you the scriptures wholeheartedly, but also promise you an extra request!"

Cai Yan only felt that Cao Ang could not do it.

Therefore, with a hint of naughtiness, he even made a bet with Cao Ang.

But after the words are exported.

Cai Yan hastily added: "This poem must be written by Zixiu himself. If it is faked by someone else and I notice it, then I will move out of the prefect's mansion immediately, and I will never mention any rhythm or poetry in the future. !"

And heard Cai Yan's additional conditions.

Cao Ang was overjoyed immediately.

Promise me a request, right?
it is good!
We didn't dig a hole or dig a trap this time, you jumped down by yourself!

"According to what Zhaoji said, today after January, I will be on time for the appointment, and you and I will swear by high-fiving!"

After all, he raised his right hand.

Clap three times with Cai Yan.

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