I am the villain in the book

Facts proved that Wei Changtian was indeed overthinking things.

The faint fragrance of white peony lingered in the air. He glanced at Lu Jingyao, who looked serious, and had no choice but to pick up his pen and begin scribbling gibberish again.

Level, level, level, oblique, oblique

Oblique, oblique, oblique, level, level

Oblique, oblique, level, level, oblique

Level, level, oblique, oblique, level

This was Lu Jingyao's original method, combining calligraphy practice with the study of the tonal patterns of poetry, achieving twice the result with half the effort.

In his previous life, there was a term for this: "integrated teaching method."

It was a pity that women in feudal society could not become teachers, so it was destined that such an advanced teaching method could not be promoted.

Wei Changtian's thoughts drifted back to his previous life, and the characters he wrote became increasingly distorted.

Lu Jingyao watched for a while, and finally couldn't help but whisper a reminder: "Be more serious."

Hearing this, Wei Changtian not only didn't feel guilty, but directly put down his pen: "I think that's about enough for today."

"But it hasn't even been an hour yet."

"That's already enough."

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Lu Jingyao was speechless for a long while, and then silently got up to tidy up the writing brush, inkstone, and other items.

The brush tip gently swayed in the fish-shaped brush washer, and black ink formed a halo in the clear water.

She reached out and pinched the base of the brush tip, and suddenly said softly: "Actually, you are very talented. If you were willing to study for a few years, you would definitely achieve something in the imperial examinations."

Wei Changtian was stunned for a moment, and asked with a smile: "What? Are you trying to persuade me to turn over a new leaf?"

Wei Changtian laughed twice and teased: "If I wanted to be an official, I could do it now. Why would I bother competing with those scholars?"

"Besides, I'm too lazy to care about the country, the people, what does that have to do with me?"

"It's not like that."

Lu Jingyao shook her head, her eyes firm: "I offered my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines in the ditch. You can write such poetry, so you must not be a selfish person."

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Wei Changtian didn't expect this woman to be so imaginative. For a moment, he smiled speechlessly: "What can a poem prove? I can write poems of this level casually."

"I don't believe it."

Lu Jingyao only assumed that Wei Changtian was putting on a show of verbal strength after she had guessed what he was thinking, so she deliberately provoked him: "Unless you write another one now. If you can write one, I will believe you."

"What use is it to me whether you believe it or not?"

Wei Changtian glanced at her: "Besides, writing poetry requires a reason. No one writes it casually."

Seeing Wei Changtian's evasiveness, Lu Jingyao felt even more proud: "There are so many objects here, you can choose one as a reason."

"Heh heh."

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

However, when he saw Qiu Yun 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 two girls hurriedly trotted over and stood outside the window, asking: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

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

"Ah? Write a poem?"

The two girls were stunned, their faces filled with great incomprehension.

When did Young Master learn to write poetry?

Could it be that Madam just taught him?

Although they were doubtful, they still nodded obediently, their eyes somewhat expectant.

"Young Master, we're listening."

"Mm."

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

His voice was neither loud nor soft, just enough for Lu Jingyao to hear clearly.

"Mist Valley wind melts, ingenious tailoring, Autumn clouds escort to the Jade Terrace."

"A thread of worldly ties sometimes breaks, The blue sea and sky let it come and go."

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

Although Qiu Yun and Yuan'er's cultural level was limited to being able to write their own names, they could also hear that the poem was about a kite.

Moreover, the words "Autumn Clouds" appeared in the poem.

People have a natural ability to appreciate beautiful things, and so it is with words. Moreover, these words were related to them.

The two girls instantly covered their mouths, and the emotion in their eyes was beyond description.

As for Lu Jingyao

Surprise and shock could no longer describe her mood at this moment.

If she had to find a word - her heart was stirred? Unbelievable?

She looked at the composed Wei Changtian, and really couldn't imagine what kind of literary talent one would have to achieve in order to write such a complete poem, both on the theme and with profound artistic conception, in just a few breaths.

A thread of worldly ties sometimes breaks, The blue sea and sky let it come and go

This emotion was too bold and magnificent, and too delicate.

Lu Jingyao was not like Qiu Yun and Yuan'er, she understood the deeper meaning of the poem.

And because she understood, she couldn't understand it even more.

"How could it be..."

"I'm afraid that the number one talent in Da Ning, no, I'm afraid that even Su Wu, who is known as the Poetry Immortal, is no more than this..."

During dinner, Lu Jingyao was absent-minded, and dropped her chopsticks several times.

Qiu Yun and Yuan'er were a little better, but they couldn't help but secretly look at Wei Changtian.

Only Wei Qiaoling turned "the pain of losing a chicken" into appetite, and went all out against the stewed chicken.

As usual, after dinner, it was story time.

After these few days, the plot had progressed to Sun Wukong and Tang Seng meeting Zhu Bajie in Gao Village.

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

Outside the window, the moon and stars were sparse, and the candlelight flickered in the room.

The four women listened attentively, their expressions sometimes tense and sometimes surprised.

Even the big ghost docilely lay on the ground, its tail sweeping from side to side against the ground, seemingly very comfortable.

At the beginning of Hai Shi, the story time ended.

Qiu Yun and Yuan'er went to send Wei Qiaoling back to her small courtyard, while Lu Jingyao hurried back to her room to record the details she had just heard.

After the room became quiet, Wei Changtian took a sip of tea and began to ponder the matter of Xu Qingwan and Yang Liushi.

Even if it was only for system points, he had to win these two women over.

The former was fine, after all, there was plenty of time, and he could slowly plan it.

But the latter was somewhat difficult to deal with.

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

On the other hand, it was because Xiao Feng was almost about to meet her, which should be a few days after the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Wei Changtian didn't know whether Xiao Feng's serious injury would affect the subsequent plot development, but he had to make the worst plan.

If he couldn't win Yang Liushi during the Mid-Autumn Festival boat trip, then he must not let her meet Xiao Feng.

At worst, he would eliminate the demon for the people.

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

Just when Wei Changtian had a rough plan and was about to go to bed to continue "training", the door was suddenly knocked on.

"Young Master, are you not asleep yet?"

Qiu Yun and Yuan'er walked in gently, but their hands were hidden behind their backs, their expressions a little uneasy.

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

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

The two girls were a little embarrassed to take their hands out from behind their backs. In their hands, they were holding paper, ink, brush, and inkstone.

They were quite well prepared.

Looking at their nervous appearance, Wei Changtian smiled dumbly: "Haha, of course."

"But my handwriting is very ugly, I hope you don't mind."

"It won't be, Young Master!"

Yuan'er was younger, and spoke more unreservedly than Qiu Yun: "Anyway, we don't know how to read. We're just afraid that we'll accidentally forget the poem in the future, so we can take this piece of paper to find a storyteller to read it to us!"

"So that's how it is."

Wei Changtian looked at Qiu Yun, who was lowering her head, and didn't say much. He waited for the ink to be ground before picking up the brush and carefully copied the four lines of poetry.

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

【To Qiu Yun and Yuan'er】

"The ink hasn't dried yet, it needs to be left to dry for a while."

Putting down the brush, Wei Changtian pressed the paperweight on the top and bottom ends of the rice paper.

"Mm."

Qiu Yun and Yuan'er nodded gently, standing aside expectantly.

However, their faces were soon filled with blush.

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The delicate and charming voice passed through the door and into Lu Jingyao's ears, who was standing at the door.

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

But now...

She quickly returned to her room, leaned against the door, and gasped a few times.

One hand tightly gripped the corner of her skirt, and the other hand touched her somewhat hot cheeks.

For some reason, her heart was a little lost.