"Tomorrow afternoon, in the Heaven Room of the Moon Pavilion. Just say that you are Fang Yun, no one will dare to stop you from entering. I'll leave first. "Zhang Poyue patted Fang Yun's shoulder and turned to leave.
The dust of the Wen Duel settled and everyone went home one after another.
The carriage stopped and Fang Yun got off. He heard the sound of a zither coming from home. The sound was slow and the tone was stagnant. It was obvious that a novice was practicing.
Fang Yun entered the door and found that the sound came from Yang Yuhuan's room. He quietly walked over and opened the door.
Under the dim light of the oil lamp, Yang Yuhuan was seriously playing the zither. She was wearing a white floral dress. She looked elegant and delicate. Her long black hair was draped behind her. She was seriously looking at the zither and playing it slowly. It was obviously very clumsy, but it had a different kind of beauty.
After a while, Yang Yuhuan realized that there was another person in the room. She looked up and blushed. She stood up in a panic and twisted her hands together. "I … I didn't hear you come back."
Fang Yun didn't expect Yang Yuhuan to be so shy. He smiled and asked, "How many days have you been learning?"
"Mrs. Lai just taught me yesterday. She also lent me this zither." Yang Yuhuan was still a little shy.
Fang Yun asked in surprise, "You can play so well after learning for a day?"
Yang Yuhuan was happy and shy. She said softly, "I'm not good at playing at all. But Mrs. Lai said that I'm very talented. My heart was in a mess today, so I played and forgot the time. "
"Since you like the zither, let's go buy a better one in a few days. I like the way you play the zither. When you're good, play it for me." Fang Yun said.
Yang Yuhuan originally didn't want Fang Yun to know. She always felt that she was a lowly child bride who had just learned to read. She was afraid that people would laugh at her for learning such elegant things. However, she didn't expect that Fang Yun, the great talent of Jiangzhou, not only liked her, but also supported her. This made her feel very grateful.
"Hmm, then I'll learn the zither well, only for you!" Yang Yuhuan said softly, looking at Fang Yun with a different kind of emotion.
"Do you like to play the zither?" Fang Yun seemed to be asking a nonsensical question.
Yang Yuhuan stared blankly for a moment, then nodded seriously and said, "I like it very much, I … I think … if I can practice the zither well, I can … I can match you a little bit, just a little bit is enough."
Yang Yuhuan's voice was trembling, but her eyes were firm.
Fang Yun's eyes became incomparably gentle and said, "The zither in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting is the zither you play. Every scholar should know how to play it. I may not have time to study it, but since you like it, you should practice it well. If you can practice it to a high level, it may be very beneficial. "
Just like calligraphy, zither, chess, and painting, there were different levels.
"Hmm, I'll work hard!" Yang Yuhuan's eyes were even brighter in the night.
"I'll take the provincial exam this year, and then I'll prepare for the Jinshi exam. No matter if I can pass the Jinshi exam or not, I'll marry you in two years at most. If you have time, you can send people to ask about your family. When you and I get married, we'll need your family. "
"Hmm, I'll listen to you." Yang Yuhuan shyly lowered her head. Her heart was as sweet as if she had eaten something. These days, she found that Fang Yun had changed more and more. She was afraid that Fang Yun would distance himself from her. She didn't expect that Fang Yun would treat her better than before, and was especially considerate.
Fang Yun understood how bitter the hearts of the women in this era were. Since Yang Yuhuan liked the zither, he would let her focus on it. With interests and hobbies, she would have spiritual sustenance. She wouldn't be affected by trivial matters at home.
"In the future, if you want to play the zither, you can play it. Don't worry about me. I won't be disturbed by the sound of the zither."
Yang Yuhuan said, "In the future, if you're at home, I won't play it. I'll play it at Mrs. Lai's place. General Lai is almost never home during the day. It's very convenient to play with Mrs. Lai. It won't affect you."
"That's good. The more expensive the zither, the better. You don't have to save money. Just buy the best one, understand? "
"Hmm." Yang Yuhuan's heart was incomparably happy. She didn't care about what Fang Yun said. She just nodded in agreement.
"I'm going back to my room to study. Don't sleep too late."
"Hmm." Yang Yuhuan once again nodded in agreement.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "Sister Yuhuan, the way you play the zither is very beautiful. I like it very much." Then he turned around and left.
Yang Yuhuan's face was flushed red. She secretly looked at Fang Yun. Her little heart beat faster.
"Little Yun is really becoming more and more glib." Yang Yuhuan said softly. But in her heart, she was very happy.
Seeing Fang Yun's figure disappear, Yang Yuhuan couldn't help but walk a few steps to the door. When she saw Fang Yun's back again, her heart was especially peaceful. When she saw Fang Yun enter the room, her face revealed a faint smile.
Yang Yuhuan quietly looked at Fang Yun's room. The smile on her face didn't disappear for a long time. As long as Fang Yun was at home, she felt that her heart was full. She didn't lack anything.
"I will practice the zither well." She said softly and returned to the room. Under the oil lamp, she quietly looked at the zither score. It was very strenuous, but it was also very enjoyable.
After Fang Yun returned to the room, he first practiced a few pages of words. Then he recited the "Mencius" that he had already memorized. Then he stood in front of the table, laid out the paper, and thought.
"That day, I tried to write the" Song of Righteousness ". Unfortunately, I only wrote three and a half words. I couldn't even finish the first five words of" Righteousness exists in heaven and earth ". The "Mencius" talked about the nature of righteousness, and the "Song of Righteousness" described the power of righteousness. Therefore, even if I only wrote three and a half words, I was able to form a vortex of literary courage. Thus, when I was just a scholar, I had the courage to write. "
"Now I have to learn Wen Tianxiang's" Song of Righteousness ". If I can combine the" Song of Righteousness "and" Song of Righteousness ", then it is very likely that I will obtain the purest and highest level of righteousness. From there, I will be able to reach the peak of righteousness. With the two teachers, Mencius and Wen Tianxiang, the path of righteousness will be much smoother than others. "
"So no matter what, I have to write it down completely. However, there are a few people in the "Song of Righteousness" that did not appear in the Saint Origin World. Now, I have to continue using the "Song of Righteousness" to strengthen myself. I just don't know how many words I can write now. "
After Fang Yun finished thinking, he took a deep breath, picked up the brush, and slowly wrote on the paper.
"Heaven."
Fang Yun's talent was rapidly flowing into the word, but the word "Heaven" stopped after absorbing enough talent. Fang Yun continued writing.
"Righteousness exists in heaven and earth …"
After writing the word "Qi", the two streams of talent were completely exhausted. Fang Yun felt mentally exhausted, so he stopped writing and looked at the four ordinary black characters on the paper.
"Wasn't it golden the last time?" As Fang Yun was thinking, the five black characters appeared with a faint golden luster. Then, the words and the paper disappeared at the same time.
Fang Yun immediately entered the Strange Book World and saw three things floating in the void.
A drop of dragon-shaped demon saint blood, a remnant of the "Peach Blossom Spring", and a page of the "Song of Righteousness". However, there were only five words on it.
The little dragon formed by the drop of demon saint blood used to be extremely arrogant and kept struggling. But now, its eyes were lifeless, as if it had lost its spirituality.
Fang Yun carefully looked at the drop of blood. The demon saint's consciousness had disappeared, but it still exuded a terrifying aura. When Fang Yun's strength was enough, he could use this drop of demon saint blood.
"Legend has it that poetry can be 'sanctified'. No matter if it is the blood of a human saint or a demon saint, it can sanctify poetry. When I have enough strength to control this drop of blood, at the right time, I can sanctify poetry and unleash the most terrifying power of war poetry. Compared to the sanctified war poetry, the war poetry we are using now can only be said to be small. "
"Alas, An Chengcai, thank you for giving me the Great Confucian Literature. Don't worry. Although I can't hand it over to the Notre-Dame, I won't let this demon saint blood and the remnant of the true literature go to waste. I want them to play a greater role in my hands! Now that I have the upper grade, I can write eight sentences in a breath. I have to write the "Legend of the White Snake" as soon as possible and donate the money from selling the book to the Lu Family Town as a token of appreciation for An Chengcai's gift of demon saint blood and the remnant of the "Peach Blossom Spring". "
Fang Yun remembered that the remnant of the "Peach Blossom Spring" had the effect of strengthening literary courage. His heart moved, and he silently recited the "Peach Blossom Spring".
"In the Jin Taiyuan Middle Kingdom, Wuling people fish for a living …"
After reciting the complete "Peach Blossom Spring", the original remnant of the "Peach Blossom Spring" in the strange book world disappeared and appeared in Fang Yun's literary palace.
Fang Yun immediately entered the literary palace with his spiritual sense. He saw that the "Peach Blossom Spring", which was only one page, was extremely huge. It floated above the literary palace and was only one size smaller than the literary palace. Fang Yun's literary palace was as big as a small village, which showed how magical the "Peach Blossom Spring" was.
Fang Yun's spiritual sense stood in the literary palace and looked up at the huge "Great Confucian Literature".
"In the Jin Taiyuan Middle Kingdom, Wuling people fish for a living. Traveling by the stream, forgetting the distance. Suddenly there is a peach blossom forest … "
The "Great Confucian Literature" automatically said. This was the power of the lingering sound. The voice was mellow and gentle, making people feel like they were bathing in the spring breeze. Fang Yun felt intoxicated.
When the "Suddenly there is a peach blossom forest" was recited, peach blossoms fell from the sky. The fragrant smell was like a dream.
In the sky full of peach blossoms, Fang Yun felt like he was in another world, free and unfettered. It was as if he had come to the Peach Blossom Spring like the Wuling people.
The peach blossoms flew into Wen Dan, Wen Xin, and Cai Qi. The rest flew into the stone walls of the literary palace.
Fang Yun was intoxicated in this strange mood. He put down all the worries and burdens in the world and enjoyed the beauty of the Xanadu.
At this moment, Fang Yun felt the beauty of the words for the first time. The indescribable joy filled his body, as if his body was continuously being baptized by Cai Qi.
The mood of the "Peach Blossom Spring" was too wonderful. After the "Great Confucian Literature" left the literary palace for a while, Fang Yun woke up again.
"The remnant of the" Peach Blossom Spring "is already so wonderful. What would the complete" Peach Blossom Spring "be like? What would the complete "Peach Blossom Spring" be like? What about Tao Sheng's Saint Dao Text 'Xanadu'? "
Fang Yun carefully savored the beauty of the words and the mood of the "Peach Blossom Spring". Then he carefully observed his literary palace.
"Eh?" Fang Yun raised his head and saw the word 'Brave' flashing across the translucent script that resembled a water droplet, but it quickly disappeared.
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