Xu Ruyan wanted to explain to Xue Mu.
In fact, she really doesn't like to watch those romantic things.
She was afraid that Xue Mu would think that she was a woman who did not love herself.
After all, in this conservative atmosphere, women are expected to learn music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and know calligraphy. How can they read these romance books? !
It's just that Xue Mu is not from this era, so he thinks this is normal.
Romance between men and women is what young people should do.
If you don’t do it at this age, when will you do it?
With an eighteen-year-old body, if you don't have Uncle Chen in the morning, then how about pulling up the weeping willows when you get older?
How can an eighteen-year-old girl satisfy her fantasy of a desirable husband without reading some story books?
It's like a martial arts scene where some boys secretly watch the movements of men and women, just out of curiosity.
After all, everyone is a gentleman, how could it be just to vent their desires?
It’s more about exploring the secrets of this.
So Xue Mu thinks this is very common.
He smiled and said, "Actually, it's okay. I can understand it. I also love reading story novels."
"Master, are you watching too?" Xu Ruyan was a little surprised.
"Do you have pen and ink in your room?" Xue Mu asked.
Xu Ruyan nodded: "Yes."
Xue Mu couldn't see it, so it would be difficult to write down the novel.
This is when you need a ghostwriter.
And Xu Ruyan is undoubtedly the best candidate.
She has read many story books.
Moreover, under the guidance of Xu Jie, he was able to read and write since he was a child.
The expressive ability of writing must also be very strong.
The point is, she has a good memory.
She can write exactly what she just said without even having to repeat herself.
So he said: "Then go to your room."
Xu Ruyan was stunned for a moment, then blushed and said: "Okay..."
Soon, she led Xue Mu into her room.
Xue Mu has been in since the time of moving.
He never came in again.
After all, it is not good for a grown man to enter a woman's boudoir.
After Xu Ruyan entered the room, she started laying out the paper, picked up her pen and said, "Sir, I'm ready."
"Um."
Xue Mu sat in front of her and asked, "How about you tell me a novel you usually like to read?"
"Ah?" Xu Ruyan was a little embarrassed, but she still opened a storybook, looked at the story inside, and whispered: "This storybook tells the story of a general who fell in love with a princess, and then his majesty granted marriage to the two. Just together..."
"That's it?"
"Uh-huh."
Xue Mu couldn't help but shake his head, thinking that this plot should have conflicts but not conflicts, and he should look forward to it but not expect it.
There is simply no way to make readers have the urge to read on.
So he said: "Then today I will tell a story about a scholar and a daughter of a former prime minister."
"Scholar, daughter of the Prime Minister?" Xu Ruyan's eyes widened.
"A long time ago, Cui Xiangguo of the previous dynasty died of illness. His wife Zheng took her daughter Yingying, maid matchmaker and boy Huanlang and a group of more than 30 people to protect the coffin of the prime minister and returned to Boling, Hebei for burial."
"The road is blocked on the way, so we will stay temporarily at Pujiu Temple in Hezhong Prefecture."
"At this time, scholar Zhang Gong went to Chang'an to take the exam..."
Naturally, it was impossible for Xue Mu to read out the original works of "The Romance of the West Chamber" one by one.
He can only tell the story well.
And Xu Ruyan has a good memory. She only needs to listen to it once to express the content in the script.
Just like that, Xue Mu read.
Xu Ruyan wrote down.
Suddenly, she said: "This Mrs. Cui is too bad!"
Xue Mu smiled and said, "You can't write a book with personal emotions."
"Sir, did you tell me that the scholar and Yingying ended up together?" Xu Ruyan seemed to want to know the ending of the story.
Xue Mu nodded: "Don't worry, we will be together in the end."
"That's good!"
Xu Ruyan continued writing happily.
One night passed, and Xue Mu told half of the story.
Xu Ruyan also wrote most of it.
He was worried that Xu Ruyan was a little tired, so he suggested, "Let's talk tomorrow."
"good!"
Xu Ruyan looked at the paper filled with writing and couldn't help but read: "The young scholar's surname is Zhang, his given name is Gong, and his courtesy name is Junrui. His ancestors were ministers of the Ministry of Rites. Unfortunately, he died of illness when he was over fifty years old. He lost his mother a year later, and Zhang Gong Shujian Wandering around, trying to achieve success, wandering around..."
Xue Mu was a little surprised.
The text written by Xu Ruyan is almost the same as the original work!
A talented woman is a talented woman.
Xu Ruyan said anxiously: "Master, how do I write this?"
"It's well written. I'll take this manuscript for publication tomorrow and see if they are willing to print it and sell it."
"Okay!~"
Xu Ruyan then asked: "Sir, how come you have these stories? Are you listening to some storyteller?"
"Haha, no, when I was a child, I listened to a teacher under a tree." Xue Mu made a random excuse.
Xu Ruyan also envied this: "It's great. I stayed in the house every day when I was a child. I also want to go out and see it."
"Then if we have the opportunity in the future, we will also travel to various places." Xue Mu said with a smile.
"Really?!" Xu Ruyan was excited.
But the next second, she still shook her head: "No, before that, I must clear my father's wrongdoing. I firmly believe that he is a good person."
"Okay, then after you clear your father's grievances, you can travel around the world."
"good!"
Xu Ruyan saw that Xue Mu thought so highly of the words she wrote, so she took out the poem she had written before.
She said excitedly: "Sir, how about I read the poem I wrote to you?"
"Okay, read it."
"The autumn wind blows slowly, and the family and the country are sad.
The rivers and mountains are no longer the same, but the wind and rain will never be forgotten.
The blue sky cannot cover it, but the red sun still shines brightly.
May I be strong in the face of danger, and never forget Xiao Yong's ambition. "
After Xu Ruyan finished reading, she asked carefully: "Master, what do you think?"
"How can you, a girl, write such a frustrated sentiment about your family and country?" Xue Mu couldn't help but laugh.
"My father has taught me since I was young that I care about my country and the world. No matter how capable I am, I must do something for the people of the world."
Xu Ruyan said, feeling a little discouraged and said: "It's a pity that I haven't done anything well until now. Now the Daqing Dynasty has lost the external war and the internal Dynasty is in chaos, so I wrote this poem."
"If you think so, you are already better than most people." Xue Mu comforted.
Xu Ruyan raised her head and asked curiously: "Master, you have a lot of knowledge, how about you write a poem for Ruyan to learn from?"
Xue Mu shook his head, "I'm just a rough person. I can be as rough as I want, but I don't know how to write poetry."
"Master, just sing one song." Xu Ruyan no longer looked as reserved as before, but began to act like a little girl.
Xue Mu thought for a while and could only finally say: "Since you wrote a poem about the feelings of family and country, then I will write a poem about the feelings between men and women."
“Red beans grow in the southern country, and when spring comes, they will sprout a few branches.
I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing. "
While Xue Mu was reading, Xu Ruyan was recording.
But when she was halfway through writing the poem, her expression became surprised.
This one.
What a poem...
