Xue Mu is worth it.
As the saying goes, people feel refreshed when happy events occur.
He thought he should even drink a pot of wine today to cheer him up.
After all, Zuo Yuheng will go to the execution ground tomorrow.
"Forget it, drinking will cause trouble, so I'd better stop drinking."
Xue Mu remembered that he seemed to be going to Xiao Qingyue's place today.
Since you took fifty taels of silver from someone, you must teach what you need to teach.
Of course, as for what to teach, that has to be decided by Xiao Qingyue.
He definitely doesn't know how to play, play and sing.
But if he wants to research some new gadgets, he does have some ideas.
But Xue Mu also knew that Xiao Qingyue was a yellow-flowered girl.
I guess I don’t understand anything.
It's better to teach her some poems and songs honestly.
Anyway, there are so many 300 Tang poems and Song lyrics, so teaching one or two every day is enough.
Just as he was thinking about it, he came to Xiao Mansion.
Prior to this, Xiao Qingyue had already warned the servants of Xiao Mansion.
Once he saw Xue Mu, he invited him into the house.
So when the servants saw Xue Mu, they immediately said: "Mr. Xue, please come inside."
Xue Mu was waiting in the main hall of the backyard, while Xiaodie hurriedly ran to find Xiao Qingyue.
"Miss, miss." Xiaodie gasped.
It has to be said that although Xiaodie is not very old.
But there is still a place where it should be.
So when I gasped, the ups and downs were obvious.
Xiao Qingyue was practicing calligraphy at this time. When she heard Xiaodie yelling, she couldn't help but frowned: "What's the matter, so anxious?"
Xiaodie pointed outside and said, "Master Xue is here."
"He's here?!" Xiao Qingyue put down the pen in her hand and immediately showed a happy expression.
She stood up and wanted to see Xue Mu.
But suddenly something came to mind.
Xiao Qingyue returned to the table, picked up the bronze mirror, looked at it, and asked Xiaodie, "Xiaodie, is it okay for me to look like this?"
Xiaodie was stunned at first, and then she couldn't laugh or cry: "Miss, I really didn't expect that one day you would be nervous about your own appearance."
"Stop talking nonsense." Xiao Qingyue looked at her speechlessly: "Quick, take a look."
"Miss."
Xiaodie came to her side at this time, held her hand and said: "You are a fairy who fell from the sky now. You are so beautiful. Let's go quickly. Don't keep Mr. Xue waiting for too long, and Mr. Xue can't see you." ah!"
"All right."
Xiao Qingyue then maintained a polite posture and walked towards the front hall with a smile.
When she saw Xue Mu sitting on the chair waiting for her, she was a little nervous and said: "Mr. Xue, you are here."
When Xue Mu heard this, he raised his hands and said, "Miss Xiao."
"Mr. Xue, just call me Qingyue. We don't have to be too restrained here." Xiao Qingyue then looked at Xiaodie and said: "Xiaodie, serve tea."
"yes."
Xiaodie then poured a cup of tea and handed it to Xue Mu.
Xue Mu took the cup and thanked: "Thank you, Xiaodie."
"Young master, you're welcome."
Xiaodie likes how polite Xue Mu is.
Xue Mu then asked Xiao Qingyue: "Miss Qingyue, I wonder what you want to learn?"
"Well" Xiao Qingyue thought for a while and suggested: "Why don't you, Mr. Xue, just tell me about the two poems you composed last night."
"ah?"
Xue Mu was a little embarrassed.
He didn't know what to say either.
Xiao Qingyue started to read: "There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. I know it's not snow from afar, because there is a faint fragrance coming."
"I think this poem is very similar to the character of the young master, especially the line "Ling Han drives alone". It has a strong meaning and is not afraid of the eyes of others. He still stands firm in a harsh environment. The poem reflects the persistence of oneself. belief.”
Xue Mu did not expect that she could express her appreciation of this poem one by one, but she also praised: "Actually, this poem is not written about me. I think it should be written to anyone with such qualities. Of course, Miss Qingyue’s analysis was spot on, and Xue couldn’t help but admire her.”
When Xiao Qingyue heard him praising herself, she quickly shook her head: "Actually, I thought about it for a long time before I slowly understood it."
"And that one."
Xiao Qingyue continued to read: "The bright moon scares the magpies when they leave the branches, and the cicadas chirp in the breeze in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard."
"Seven or eight stars are out in the sky, and two or three o'clock rain is in front of the mountain. In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw the bridge over the creek when the road turned."
"The upper part of the poem describes extremely ordinary scenery such as wind, moon, cicadas and magpies. However, after Xue Gongzi's ingenious combination, the result is extraordinary in the ordinary. The magpie's frightened flight is not like an ordinary tree. Instead of its head, it flies around the slanting and abrupt branches."
"It purely describes the scenery of the local summer night mountain road at that time and the poet's feelings, but the core is the summer night filled with harvest scenes."
Xiao Qingyue looked at Xue Mu and asked curiously: "I wonder where the young master saw such a beautiful midsummer?"
Xue Mu replied awkwardly: "Actually, I can't see it, but I can hear it."
Xiao Qingyue reacted immediately, and she apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Xue, I didn't mean it, I didn't think of it for a moment."
But she was even more surprised. Xue Mu couldn't see it, but he could hear such a scene just by listening with his ears.
Then express it in words like this.
It's simply astonishing.
For a time, Xiao Qingyue was even more impressed.
Xue Mu said calmly: "It doesn't matter. In fact, the eyes are the windows of the heart. My eyes can't see, but my heart can see."
As soon as these words came out, Xiao Qingyue was a little surprised.
"The eyes are the windows to the heart," Xiao Qingyue muttered, "Mr. Xue is indeed a great talent. This sentence is quite philosophical."
Xue Mu just smiled.
To know this sentence, even a primary school student knows it.
Xiao Qingyue then thought of something, and she said to Xue Mu: "Mr. Xue, how about you go to my room and I will read you a book?"
"Is this appropriate?" Xue Mu hesitated. After all, Xiao Qingyue was the daughter of a wealthy family.
Naturally, you can't just enter other people's boudoir.
If Xiao Xun finds out, it might be the end.
Xiao Qingyue said: "It doesn't matter. Discussions of literature should not be subject to any restrictions since ancient times."
"Oh well."
Xue Mu followed Xiao Qingyue to the room.
Xiaodie stood by the door. Of course she was also afraid of Xiao Xun's sudden arrival, so she opened the door. In this way, she would not be afraid of discussing literature openly.
Xiao Qingyue came to her bookshelf, picked up a copy of "The Romance of the West Chamber", and said to Xue Mu: "Mr.
"I heard Ruyan say that." Xue Mu used Xu Ruyan as a shield.
Xiao Qingyue knew that Xue Mu refused to admit it, so she tried again: "I think the author of "The Romance of the West Chamber" must be very talented, just like the young master."
Xue Mu smiled awkwardly: "We in Daqing are full of talents, but I can't write such a script."
"It's hard to say. Maybe Mr. Xue secretly wrote a lot of story books." Xiao Qingyue said with a smile.
She continued: "By the way, Mr. Xue, you said before that you were taught by your husband from your hometown, right? What else did he teach you? Can you also teach Qingyue?"
Xue Mu thought for a while and said, "Actually, the old man at home didn't teach me much about literature."
"Ah?" Xiao Qingyue was a little surprised.
"But..." Xue Mu replied: "He told me a lot of stories. Do you want Miss Qingyue to listen?"
When Xiao Qingyue heard this, she immediately nodded: "Okay, then please tell Mr. Xue a story."
Xue Mu quickly thought of stories that fit Xiao Qingyue's personality and would make her like it quickly.
After a while, he spoke: "In ancient times, there was a girl named Zhu Yingtai. She was smart and beautiful. Not only could she embroider and cut phoenixes, but she also liked writing and reading. When she was fifteen or sixteen years old, she wanted to go abroad. Go to study in the school.
However, girls were not allowed to go out to study at that time. What should we do? Yingtai and the maid came up with a good idea: pretend to be a boy and go to school."
Xiao Qingyue listened to this story, her eyes widened, and she was suddenly attracted by the beginning of the story.
You know, the storybooks she used to read were all about generals and princesses?
Where are these?
She supported her chin with both hands and listened carefully to Xue Mu's story.
"So Zhu Yingtai dressed up as a young master, and the maid dressed as a book boy. They looked at each other, they looked alike, and couldn't help laughing happily.
Zhu Yingtai's father was drinking tea in the hall when he suddenly saw a bookboy leading a young master in and saluted him. He hurriedly got up to say goodbye and gave up his seat. He also asked for the young master's name."
Speaking of this, Xiao Qingyue couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.
She liked Zhu Yingtai in this story very much.
Lively and courageous.
Xue Mu restored the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai throughout the whole process.
Unconsciously, as time goes by, more than half of the story has been told.
"Time flashed forward three years. One day, Zhu Yingtai received a letter from her family saying that her father was ill and asked her to go back quickly."
"Zhu Yingtai asked for leave from the teacher and came to see the teacher's wife again, saying that she and Liang Shanbo had been classmates for three years. Liang Shanbo was sincere, enthusiastic and diligent in study. She had fallen deeply in love with him. She handed over a jade fan pendant. Give it to Master Niang and ask her to be a matchmaker, and after she leaves, propose marriage to Liang Shanbo for her."
When he said this, Xiaodie immediately walked in.
She said to Xiao Qingyue: "Miss, the master is here."
When Xiao Qingyue heard this, she was obviously a little nervous, but then she thought that Xue Mujiao had obtained his consent.
If you are upright, you are not afraid of slanted shadows.
Of course she is not afraid.
So she and Xiaodie said: "It doesn't matter, he will come when he comes."
Xiao Qingyue looked at Xue Mu: "Mr. Xue, please continue."
Xue Mu was a little embarrassed at this time.
Because he had already heard the footsteps at the door.
He guessed that Xiao Xun must be standing at the door at this time.
Sure enough, Xiao Xun coughed heavily.
Xiao Qingyue turned her head and said: "Dad."
Xiao Xun came in. He looked at Xue Mu and pretended to be surprised: "Xue Mu is here too?"
Xue Mu immediately cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Xiao."
"You're still teaching Qingyue so late. What are you teaching tonight?" Xiao Xun asked.
Xue Mu was about to answer honestly.
But Xiao Qingyue on the side said: "Dad, tonight Mr. Xue told me about the artistic conception of the two poems he wrote last night, as well as the thoughts expressed. I think Mr. Xue is really amazing. Only you can suppress him."
Hearing this, Xiao Xun was a little satisfied: "After all, your father has eaten so many more years and read so many more books than him. If you don't overwhelm him, wouldn't those of mine be the same?" Is it in vain?"
Xiao Qingyue did not forget to praise Xue Mu at this time: "But Mr. Xue is indeed very powerful at this age. I believe that it won't be long before he will definitely become a talented man in Daqing."
Xue Mu hurriedly said modestly: "Miss Qingyue, thank you. There are many literati in our Daqing Dynasty. I just studied for two years and listened to some stories occasionally."
Xiao Xun nodded: "Xue Mu has a certain amount of talent and learning, but he still needs to read more books and accumulate some knowledge."
He then suggested: "Okay, it's getting late. Xiaodie, you can send Mr. Xue back."
"Yes." Xiaodie said and looked at Xiao Qingyue.
Xiao Qingyue had no choice but to say goodbye to Xue Mu reluctantly: "Then Mr. Xue, can we finish the poem another day?"
She deliberately told the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai into that poem, in order to get through and deceive Xiao Xun.
Xue Mu also responded: "Okay, then I'll come back another day."
"Xiao Die, please send Mr. Xue off."
"Yes, miss."
Not long after, Xue Mu left Xiao Qingyue's room.
As soon as he left, Xiao Xun frowned and said, "How can you just bring a strange man into your room?"
Xiao Qingyue immediately stepped forward and held her father's hand and said: "Dad, Mr. Xue is a very talented person. I am discussing literature with him, so what does it matter where we discuss it?"
"You are a young girl waiting to be married. If this spreads out, no one will dare to propose marriage in the future?" Xiao Xun said dissatisfied.
Xiao Qingyue said: "Dad, if others don't dare to propose marriage because of such gossip, it means that they don't like it enough. And I don't like this kind of marriage that is dictated by my parents and the words of a matchmaker. I want to find someone I like. A wishful man."
"You..." Xiao Xun was even more helpless: "The orders of parents and the words of matchmakers have been the customs of ancient times. How can you break it?"
"Dad, you said it. Everyone has their own meaning of living. My meaning is to stay by your side, take good care of you and honor you. The second thing is to find a husband I like and spend the rest of my life with you." Xiao Qingyue was neither humble nor arrogant.
When Xiao Xun saw that he could not convince his daughter, he could only shake his head: "Forget it, I don't care about you anymore."
Before he left, he warned: "Anyway, when Xue Mu comes in the future, Xiaodie must stand at the door of the room, and the door must be opened. Even though he can't see, I also believe in his character, but you have to let other subordinates People have to believe it.”
Hearing this, Xiao Qingyue also became happy: "Thank you, Dad. I know you love me the most."
Xiao Xun shook his head, sighed and left.
"Fortunately, that boy can't see. Otherwise, there might be some problems if a man and a woman live together in the same room." Xiao Xun seemed to gradually feel relieved about Xue Mu because of his eyes.
Xue Mu went home.
As soon as he returned home, he heard Xu Ruyan walking over.
"Master, you are back." Xu Ruyan said excitedly.
Xue Mu nodded: "What did you do today?"
"Ruyan did some embroidery today. By the way, sir, did you go to the Xiao Mansion tonight?" Xu Ruyan asked.
"Yeah," Xue Mu replied, "I told Miss Xiao two poems and a story."
"Then young master, can you tell me?" Xu Ruyan said with a smile.
"Of course."
Xue Mu suggested: "Wait for me to take a bath, and then I'll talk to you."
"Master, the hot water is ready. I will give you a bath tonight. You can also talk to me~"
"OK."
Xue Mu couldn't help but feel comfortable while soaking in the tub.
He was just about to say to Xu Ruyan: "Then I will tell you a story now."
"Sir, wait a moment"
At this time, Xu Ruyan also jumped into the bathtub cautiously.
She lightly shook her hands and said to Xue Mu, "Master, you speak and I listen."
Xue Mu naturally felt it, and he hesitated: "Ruyan, you."
"Um"
It didn't take long for Xue Mu to start telling stories.
He spoke, although Ruyan had no voice.
But they were all the same, they never stopped talking.
(End of chapter)
