Just as they were eating, Xi Zhi arrived.
"Zhicai, you're a little late. Look, we're almost done eating. We'll talk about it after dinner." Wang Ting came in to greet him when he saw that he was interested in acting.
"Young Master, I've already eaten. I'm here to invite Duke Cai and Mister Gongsun!”
"Oh, what do you need to do at night?”
"The soldiers at the city gate have reported that some people have come from outside the city to look for Duke Cai and Mister Gongsun.”
"Oh, who is this?”
"An old man claims that Zheng Xuan is here to find Duke Cai! The others said that they had come from Xuecheng to look for Mr. Gongsun.”
"Ha, it's really an old friend. I wonder why he's here at night? "Zichang, it seems that we can't stay here anymore. I'll go to the Research Institute with the people here and try to keep this person for Zichang. The people from Xuecheng are great craftsmen!"”Gongsun Zhi quickly put down his chopsticks and said to Wang Ting.
"Me too, Zi Chang. When I came from Luoyang, I told that old man about it. I didn't expect him to actually come here. I thought it would be difficult to find someone without a guide here. It should be someone who met me and Mister Gongsun on the way, so we came together. Bringing that old friend of mine to the academy to have a chat, it seems that Zichang has gained another doctor!”
"Ah, since that's the case, why don't you arrange for our distinguished guests to stay at the hotel first and go tomorrow?”Wang Ting felt that something was wrong. Although the road had been repaired, he was an old man after all, and it was at night.
"There's no need for that. Let's first shock my old friend before bringing him to Zichang!”Cai Yong said with a smile.
"Young Master need not worry, Zhicai will arrange for soldiers to take care of the honored guests and the two dukes!”Xi Zhicai saw that Wang Ting was worried and quickly said.
"In that case, be careful on the road! Zhicai, please take care of yourself!"
The two old men couldn't care less about not finishing their food and followed Xi Zhicai to pick up the guests.
"Young Master, you are such a talented person. Even many people had begun to come here because of its fame! Wenji is impressed!" Cai Wenji, who was standing beside Wang Ting, also expressed her admiration for him for the first time without her father by her side.
"Miss Wenji, why are you mocking Zichang? Zichang is only doing something for my people. Zi Chang's ambition is very small. The sage said,"No color makes people blind, five tones make people deaf, five tastes make people hate, rare goods make people hinder people, so get rid of them and get this."'Zi Chang was only doing this to live a peaceful life.‘Wang Ting replied humbly to Cai Wenji.
"Hehe, Young Master is so humble! Take this is a saint, get rid of that is to protect the people's great cause, no matter how to say young master is like saying that he is a person who can govern the world!”Diao Chan, who was at the side, heard the flaw in Wang Ting's words and began to laugh at him.
"Ha, that's right." Mi Jing and Gan Lu also jeered.
"Ling 'er has misunderstood. Let's stop here. If we continue, it'll only make things worse!”
"Lu 'er, how about we play mahjong after we finish eating? I haven't entertained you for a long time. Watch how I beat you, little girl!”Wang Ting changed the topic.
"Young Master, now that we have people who are good at literature and music here, why don't we go play the zither and drink poetry?”Mi Jing immediately rejected Wang Ting's suggestion.
"Alright, Yi Jing 'er it is. Then eat quickly!"
"Young Master, let's go to the side room. I've already tidied it up.”
"Alright, let's go!"
"Wait, I'm going to go get Young Master's study room!”Diao Chan said.
"Aren't you listening to music? Why did you take those?”Wang Ting asked in puzzlement.
"I've heard of Sister Wenji's music before, and she's one of the few people in the Great Han Dynasty. How can Young Master not write a poem for Sister Wenji!”Diao Chan explained.
Cai Wenji's eyes also lit up when she heard this. She wondered what kind of poem Young Master could compose for her. In fact, Wei Zhongdao, who was married to Cai Wenji, was a descendant of Wei Qing during the reign of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. He was a big family in the east of the river. He was familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics and was very literary. If it weren't for Wang Ting's plagiarism, he wouldn't have been able to catch up to them even if he rode a horse or a flying dragon.
However, the path of history had been twisted, and Cai Wenji had encountered this otherworldly royal court. Cai Wenji had never met Wei Zhongdao. If she had to choose a new partner, she would definitely choose Wang Ting.
On the couch in the side room, Diao Chan placed her zither properly and then moved to the side to invite Cai Wenji to sit.
She gently placed her hands on the strings, and with a shake of her delicate hands, she dispersed from the zither like smoke and mist. Just as everyone was immersed in it, suddenly, the sound rose into the air, drifting and swaying.
The voice rushed up to the roof and floated down to the ground. It was suddenly high-pitched and urgent, and the sound lingered in the air. Soft and ethereal, ready to launch and withdraw, when the turn of the cadence. It seeped into every pore of the listener and flowed into their hearts.
Wang Ting couldn't help but start to daydream as he looked at the purple-robed woman opposite him. Her fingertips were so slender that they seemed to have no bones as she danced leisurely and leisurely between the strings of the zither.
"Moss clothes grow, flower dew drops, the moon enters the east wall of Xilin Dang. Knock on the horn of the merchant two or three times, the cave door stream window is silent, alone far away from the four neighbors, the body is like the world net, where is this body? I'm sad about my life. I've been away from Shannan Mountain for a long time.”
The voice drifted out along with the music. It was like the pleasant sound of the wind blowing through the forest or the wind blowing through the spring stones. It was melodious and pleasant, echoing in everyone's ears.
For a moment, Wang Ting was stunned by what he saw and heard.
Wang Ting didn't know how long the musician had been playing, but his heart was constantly cleansed. At this moment, he felt nothing. He only saw a quiet place. A beautiful woman was sitting alone in front of the zither, putting all her thoughts on the zither in front of her, ignoring the wind and rain outside the house.
"Young Master, Sister Wenji has finished playing. How do you feel?”
The nectar sitting next to him reminded Wang Ting when he saw that Wang Ting was still looking at Cai Wenji in a daze.
"Oh, that's great. Miss Wenji is the most wonderful voice of a merchant I've ever heard.”
As soon as Wang Ting finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong. Cai Wenji also blushed slightly when she heard this.
Wang Ting's original intention was nothing but to express his admiration and praise. However, Cai Wenji seemed to be expressing her love for him and regretted not getting to know him before her engagement.
How could she not feel flustered and her face hot?
"Young Master, since Sister Wenji has finished her performance, why don't you compose a poem for her?”Diao Chan hurriedly urged.
Silly girl, hurry up and force me to death. I only have so much in my stomach, and you've already made me take it out. What else can I use to fool people in the future?
"Alright, Zi Chang has the same intention!"
Soon, the square table on the couch was covered with paper.
Wang Ting picked up the pen and thought for a moment. Then, he wrote in one stroke."The silk pipes of Jin City are everywhere, half into the river and half into the clouds. This song should only be heard in heaven, how many times can it be heard in the world?”
"Sister Wenji! Look, are you satisfied with the poem that Big Brother Young Master wrote for you? Wait, Young Master Big Brother, you haven't signed it yet. Hurry up and stamp it so that you can give it to Sister Wenji." This can also be considered your gift to sister!”Dew was the most anxious. Seeing that Wang Ting hadn't finished, she urged him.
"Alright, but now I can only write down the text. I don't know why my seal was lost in Xiangyang. I'll get the sculptor to send it over to me in a few days and then print it again.”After saying that, he picked up the pen and wrote Nian Yue's and his own names again.
Dew came to Cai Wenji with a piece of paper.
"How can Young Master praise Wenji like this? Wenji shouldn't be like this. If others saw this, wouldn't they laugh at Wenji?”Only then did Cai Wenji see the poem Wang Ting had written for her. It was too mystical. He had compared her to a fairy. Only a fairy in the sky could hear such good music.
Mei Jing had seen it long ago. She was filled with hatred in her heart. The moment she saw him, she praised him like this. Was this praise? Evil person.
"Sister, don't you like it? Alright, Lu 'er will accept it for you. I like it very much. I want to do the same in the future!”Dew saw Cai Wenji's blushing face and pretended to beg Cai Wenji.
"Sister Lu 'er, Wenji should stay. If you leave in the future, you'll be reminded of the entertainment you have with all of us when you see this word!”How could he give it away? Even if he was beaten to death, he wouldn't do it.
"Since Young Master has already started writing, why don't you write a song for us sisters?”Mei Jing said jealously.
"Ah, didn't you and Ling 'er get a fan in Xiangyang? Why do you want more?!" Wang Ting objected.
"Fan? What fan? Young Master, tell Lu 'er. What a good sister, she actually didn't tell Lu 'er when she came back!”Dew heard this and thought that it actually didn't have it.
"Lu 'er, weren't you busy washing up when you came back? I forgot about this. I'll go get it for you!”Helplessly, Mi Jing pulled Diao Chan's hand and went upstairs.
"I'll go and see where you put it too. Why didn't I notice it when I was helping you clean up the room?”Dew immediately ran upstairs to supervise.
"Cough, Miss Wenji!" It wasn't a relaxing time for the two of them to be in the same room. Wang Ting opened his mouth to break the awkward atmosphere, but he didn't know what else to say.
A feeling slowly spread in the room.
Fortunately, the three of them returned very quickly, and Wang Ting also recovered from this scene.
"Sister Wenji, look at how biased they are. They actually don't let me see such a good thing. Are they afraid that I'll take it for myself? If it doesn't work, I want one too. Brother Gongzi, when will you give me one too?”After handing the fan to Cai Wenji, Gan Lu hugged Wang Ting's arm and shook it continuously.
"Then how about we make a few tomorrow? We originally planned to hand the fan over to second brother Mi Fang the day after tomorrow. The materials for this item are simple, and the craftsmanship is not complicated. It will also increase the income of our Dragon City. At the same time, those women at home will have something to do. If you like it, you can manage the workshop, Lu 'er!”
"Ah, although I like it, I still have to go to school to manage the workshop!”When Dew heard Wang Ting's words, he quickly rejected it. If he went, wouldn't he be separated from the person he loved? Only a fool would do that.
Mi Jing and Diao Chan watched the two of them joke around and were amused.
However, Cai Wenji was different. This fan was too good. Not only was it well designed, but it also had poems written by Wang Ting himself. The poems and calligraphy were so shocking. The paintings were not bad either. Mi Jing's painting was based on Wang Ting's poem, and so was Diao Chan's. If only he had one, he would definitely be able to draw something that would be a perfect match for Young Master's poems. However, when she thought about her marriage, she still sighed in her heart.
"It's agreed. I'll go find a craftsman tomorrow and make it according to this. We'll each get one!”Dew was not at ease with Wang Ting's words, so she repeated them.
"Lu 'er, go to the kitchen and see if there's anything to eat. I'm a little hungry now. In a while, Young Master will give each of us a poem and we can have a drink as a reward for Young Master's efforts.”Mi Jing saw that the dew was endless and quickly sent it away. Otherwise, she would forget about writing poetry.
"Jing 'er, how can I have so many poems to write? How about I give them to you when I have them one day?”
"Whether it's good or bad, Jing 'er likes it. Didn't I ask Lu' er to prepare wine? Then let's drink and think about it! If Young Master makes it for us, how about we sisters drink a big cup?”
"Sigh, looks like we can't hide tonight!”
Wang Ting was really helpless. "Who should I write to first?"”
The three of them looked at each other and Diao Chan said,""Let's start with Sister Mi Jing!"
"Jing-er is so happy, Chang De Zichang is so happy. Explain the spring breeze infinite hate, Shen Xiangting north leaning against the railing.”It was written by Wang Ting in European style. He signed it as a gift from Zichang to the person in his heart!
When Mi Jing saw this, her face immediately turned red. Wasn't this a blatant gesture? "Seriously, can't you see so many people?”。
"It's Ling 'er's now, right? Qing Luo's small fan, white orchid, slender waist, jade belt, dancing veil, I suspect that a fairy has descended to the mortal world.”Diao Chan used the Yan body.
"I'll also present a poem to Miss Wenji: " Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of appearance, spring breeze blows the threshold, revealing its splendor." If not for the group of jade mountains to see, will meet under the moon to Yaotai.”This time, Wang Ting used the Willow Body.
"Young Master is truly the pillar of the He family, the only one in the world! Wenji thanks Young Master for this." Cai Wenji now felt what admiration was. It was the feeling of looking up at the sky. He had written three kinds of poems in three different styles.
Mi Jing's was a naked expression, Diao Chan's exaggerated praise, and his own song had praise and a desire for fairies. Is Young Master expressing his love to me? But I've already promised her!
Wang Ting didn't know what Cai Wenji was thinking. In fact, he didn't really understand the meaning of the poem. He had only memorized it when he practiced calligraphy in his previous life. In my previous life, I, Wang Ting, had won the hearts of many girls with my good calligraphy. When I came here, my girlfriend was from Han Country.
After Wang Ting finished writing, he lowered his head and thought about writing for Dew. He didn't have a song for this girl yet. Actually, Wang Ting still had a few songs in his mind, but he hadn't written them yet. He mainly wanted to find something fun to tease that little girl.
Wang Ting really didn't think that there would be any funny poem, so he put down his pen and casually drank a bowl of water.
At this moment, the three women in the room had their own thoughts. Only Wang Ting, who was unaware, was drinking tea and waiting for the dew to return.
(These two chapters were very hard to write. Only now did I realize that my ancient knowledge was extremely lacking. Fortunately, he reluctantly handed in the paper. Please make do with it, readers. The modern era had also spent a lot of effort. Please continue to recommend, collect, and give tips!）
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