"Dang~"
The breeze is warm and the water flows.
In a courtyard in the back house of the prefect's mansion, Cao Ang was leaning against a pavilion pillar with his eyes closed.
The whole person's face was filled with enjoyment, and he was listening relaxedly and contentedly to the beautiful sounds coming from his ears.
I don’t know how long it has been.
As the last note fell and the whole piece was played, the guqin suddenly stopped.
And Cao Ang slowly opened his eyes.
"Zhaoji, your tunes and sounds are really breathtaking."
"When a layman like me opens his ears, he feels like he is in a fairyland. Such superb skills are no different from those of heaven and humans!"
The person in front of Cao Ang was Cai Zhaoji.
After settling down in Puyang County, Cao Ang would come to Cai Yan every few days to listen to her play a few pieces of music.
Cultivation of one's artistic sentiment and cultivation of his musical cells.
By the way, I would like to deepen my relationship with Cai Yan.
After all, this matter was agreed between the two of them at the beginning. If they didn't come over and listen to it a few more times while the agreement was in effect, wouldn't it be a loss?
After hearing Cao Ang's generous words of praise, Cai Yan couldn't help but smile, but the smile looked very shallow, as indifferent as bamboo.
"Zi Xiu has been praised, but his skills are just superficial. How can he be called the realm of heaven and man?"
Seeing Cai Yan's calm expression, Cao Ang suddenly felt a headache.
This girl is really intolerant!
Although he took advantage of the opportunity of coming to listen to her playing the guqin, he narrowed the distance between the two of them and deepened their relationship at the same time.
But the older the move, the more ineffective it becomes.
Now we have reached this point.
Cao Ang felt a little unable to push forward.
Continuing to contact Cai Yan under the guise of listening to music and calming his mind has no big effect.
After all, listening to music must be sitting on the sidelines, so what other actions can he do?
It is neither possible to shorten the last bit of distance, nor is it enough to make any qualitative leap with such elementary activities.
Moreover, a woman like Cai Yan, who has a relatively peaceful mind and is difficult to have violent mood swings due to external things, is even more difficult to deal with.
When Cao Ang first praised Cai Zhaoji, when she played the piano like a heavenly being, Cai Yan would still laugh heartily when he heard it, but now she is somewhat immune to it.
So I have to think of a new strategy.
…
After all, Cai Yan is not a piano playing machine. There is no way he can sit here all afternoon and just play the piano.
So after the song is played.
Cao Ang and Cai Yan sat opposite each other in the pavilion, enjoying the scenery on the horizon and laughing and chatting.
"Miss Zhaoji, when you first chose a place to live, why did you think of choosing a separate courtyard in the back house instead of entering the courtyard two doors ahead?"
"Although this place is quiet, it is too deep, and it is too inconvenient to walk around with other people on weekdays. As time goes by, won't it seem lonely?"
The area of the prefect's mansion is much larger than the house where Cao Ang lived in Dingtao County, and the residential area and functional area are divided very widely.
The distance between each courtyard is not short, so the people who live in the first three courtyards and the people who live in the backyard may need to walk a certain distance to travel between each other, so Cao Ang asked this question.
This can be considered a major disadvantage of the house.
After Cai Yan heard this.
chuckled.
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 live here alone with a few maids. During the day, I just play the piano, write, or study classics and organize the collection of books in the house."
"This alone is enough to kill most of my time, so where can I find the deep loneliness?"
Speaking of which.
Cai Yan slightly pulled back a strand of black hair hanging on 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 large, it is not impossible to measure. If there is anything important, send someone over to inform you. It won't take long to arrive."
…
Listening to Cai Yan's calm and comfortable words.
Cao Ang nodded in anticipation and was about to respond with words.
"Boom!"
An idea passed through his mind like a lightning strike, like lightning and thunder, instantly illuminating his thoughts.
Cao Ang thought about it.
He thought about how to promote this relationship and transformed it from quantitative change to qualitative change.
After thinking clearly and making up your mind.
Cao Ang immediately asked, seemingly unintentionally: "Speaking of this classic article, I actually have a lot of regrets!"
"My father is well-read in poetry and books, and is very accomplished in articles and poems. On the other hand, as his son, I am not very good at this subject. I am quite different from my father in my ideas!"
"Besides, there are now thousands of volumes of poetry and books in my house, including countless collections of classics and history. However, I have not been able to make good use of these books to enhance my knowledge. This can not but be said to be a very sad thing!"
Cai Yan couldn't help but nodded.
She felt strongly about this.
Cao Ang had such an extensive collection of books, but he could not use them. He could only put them on the bookshelf at home. On weekdays, he was the only one who would sort and read them.
This would be such a pity.
And just when she was filled with emotion.
"Snapped!"
Cao Ang suddenly clapped his hands.
Then he looked like he suddenly woke up, as if he had some enlightenment. There seemed to be a bright light in his eyes, and bursts of hope came from them.
"Zhaoji, I heard that Duke Bojie is a master of calligraphy, music and articles in this world."
"Because of your family background, you must have learned some of the true stories from Duke Bojie. Why don't you teach me to study classics and poetry from now on!"
…
"Um?"
After reacting, Zhao Ji couldn't help but let out a slight sound of surprise.
What followed was a period of hesitation and hesitation.
The pink lips, lightly rouged, opened and closed several times, as if they wanted to say something, but they couldn't compete with the many concerns in their hearts.
See this situation.
Cao Ang quickly made a move to retreat in order to advance.
"If it's any inconvenience, just pretend I never mentioned it."
"After all, when it comes to studying poetry and books, it's best to have it, but you can live without it. Zhao Ji must not worry about it!"
Say this.
Cai Yan found it difficult to refuse.
He had no choice but to stand up and bow slightly to Cao Ang, and then said with a cheerful smile: "Zixiu said something serious, it's just a matter of teaching poetry and calligraphy, why is there any inconvenience?"
"What's more, since the beginning of Luoyang, you have helped me a lot. It's just a small help, why should I not help?"
Speaking of which.
Cai Yan raised his head and glanced at the sky.
Then Dang first walked into the house, while the voice floated to Cao Ang's ears.
"It's still early now. Since Zixiu wants to study poetry and calligraphy, he might as well start from today and give it a try to see if you can endure it."
…………
Inside the house, in front of the window.
Cao Ang and Cai Yan sat next to each other at the same table in the light of daylight.
After all, this is not a teacher teaching multiple students, so there is no need for such a big scene or large-scale division of cases.
Moreover, Cai Yan considers himself to be a teacher and is engaged in one-on-one teaching, so forcing him to sit in front of others or divide the case seems a bit deliberate.
While Cai Yan was organizing and explaining the poems, classics, and letters that would be used next, Cao Ang stared at her quietly.
This was the first time that he was so close to Zhao Ji.
Sniffing the faint fragrance of bamboo leaves emanating from Zhaoji's body and lingering around him, Cao Ang felt a little relaxed and happy.
I don’t know if it’s to match my temperament, or if my personality naturally likes this style.
Cai Yan was still wearing an emerald green dress today, with soft satin fabric. Although it completely covered her sight, her slim and tall figure could still be seen under the tight belt around her waist.
The eyebrows are gently drawn, the cheeks are lightly pinked, the eyes are like autumn water, the pink and plump lips, and the nose is full of dignity and elegance.
Together they create this moment, a serious face full of concentration and meticulousness.
And just as Cao Ang's eyes continued to move downward.
When he admired Cai Yan's slender and white neck, as well as the small and delicate arches of her feet.
Cai Yan's slightly plain voice came to his ears.
"Zixiu, please sit over here. Today I will teach you some basic knowledge."
…
The next half hour.
Cao Ang no longer had the time to admire Cai Yan's beauty and smell the fragrance of bamboo beside him.
Because he truly understands what suffering is.
Understand what it means to ask for trouble.
The so-called basic knowledge is for Cai Yan, and it is what she considers to be superficial.
After all, in Zhaoji's mind, no matter how much Cao Ang didn't understand, it was impossible that he didn't know the basics. After all, the Cao family was also a well-established family, and Cao Cao himself was a master of poetry and prose.
Under the influence of ears and eyes.
Presumably Cao Ang was not proficient at most, or could not write poems and essays, but it cannot be said that he did not understand it at all.
And this way.
But Cao Ang suffered a lot.
Is this threshold too high?
After a set of procedures, he was basically confused. Once he was brought back to his original tortured student life, he still didn't understand what he was learning.
It's like studying Chinese language and literature for three years, and suddenly adding a calculus course in my senior year. What's the difference between this and listening to the Book of Heaven?
…
It's not that Cao Ang is stupid or lazy.
But the professionalism is not appropriate!
He didn't even dare to say that he knew every word on the slip, let alone arrange and combine them to make them clear.
Think of this.
Cao Ang couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
He deliberately proposed to learn poetry and classics from Cai Yan, in order to create an environment where each other could be closer and have more intimate activities.
As a result, I am now feeling a bit helpless.
certainly.
Everything will be rewarded if you learn it for a long time.
If Cao Ang could calm down and study hard with Cai Yan for a while, he would be able to understand something.
But how could he calm down?
After all, the starting point from the beginning was not simple.
…
Half an hour is up.
Cai Yan put down the letter in his hand.
Then he turned to look at Cao Ang, looking at the slightly confused look in his eyes, and couldn't help but shake his head.
Then he sighed softly and said: "Zixiu, it seems that the effect of studying poetry is not good. It seems that I am not a good teacher. After all, I have never taught students before, so I don't know how to teach people."
"Why don't you give up on your previous decision? From now on I will play the piano for you and teach you poems, classics and other things. It's better to wait until my father returns from Chang'an and let him teach you."
Cao Ang was shocked when he heard this.
How could you give up!
It took a lot of effort to come up with such a logical plan and get things to this point.
I even attended the first free class.
If we just say it, wouldn't all the previous efforts be in vain?
It will be extremely difficult to find such a good excuse in the future.
Think of this.
Cao Ang quickly waved his hand.
There was a determined look on his face, and he said firmly: "Absolutely not!"
"I will never give up until I have achieved success, even as a student. As a teacher, Zhaoji, how can you give up before me?"
…
Cai Yan was speechless by what Cao Ang said.
But in the process of teaching Cao Ang before, how could she, as a teacher, not see what kind of reaction she had as a "student"?
There is a feeling that no energy is put into studying.
And I really don’t understand its meaning.
If you continue to teach, it seems that there will be no effect, and it is really unnecessary.
Of course, the words cannot be said so straightforwardly.
So after thinking about the sentence for a while.
Cai Yan said cautiously: "Studying poetry is not a day's work, it must be done hard. Zixiu, as the prefect of Dongjun, you are busy with many things in your daily life, which is indeed inconvenient."
"If it's so intermittent, I'm afraid it won't be possible to achieve success and write a poem on my own without going through it for three to five years."
"We might as well discuss it later!"
Cao Ang scratched his chin.
After thinking for a moment.
With a solemn tone, he said solemnly: "To be honest with Zhao Ji, after studying for the past half hour, I have gained some understanding."
“I realize that it doesn’t take three or five years, but only one month, to write a poem on my own, and it is definitely not a shoddy poem!”
…
Hear this.
Cai Yan was immediately shocked.
Quietly blinking her beautiful eyes that were looking forward to life.
Then he couldn't help but smile.
It's rare to see a flower-like smile once again, which is dazzling at first glance.
"Since Zixiu insists, I will wait for your masterpiece one month from now!"
"If you can really write poems of acceptable quality, I will not only teach you the classics and meanings wholeheartedly, but I will also grant you one additional request!"
Cai Yan only felt that it was impossible for Cao Ang to do it.
Therefore, it was quite naughty, and he even made a bet with Cao Ang.
But after the words were spoken.
Cai Yan hurriedly added: "This poem must be written by Zixiu himself. If it is someone else's hand and I notice it, then I will move out of the prefect's mansion immediately and never mention music or poems again in the future." !”
And I heard Cai Yan's additional conditions.
Cao Ang was immediately overjoyed.
Promise me a request, right?
good!
We didn't dig a hole this time, we dug a trap. You jumped out of it yourself!
"Just as Zhao Ji said, today, one month later, I will go to the appointment on time, and you and I will high-five each other!"
After speaking, he raised his right hand.
Give Cai Yan three high fives.
…………
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ps. I did have Yang, fever, dizziness, and weakness in my limbs, but I’m fine!
The author I know in the Jicha group, the author of Iron Harem, not to mention others, I understand everything
(End of chapter)
