Chapter 248 (2/2)

Yu Qingyao looked funny, cooked tea and invited Rong Niang to drink. Well, the break time should also be guaranteed.

If Wu Zhen was granted amnesty, she threw away her book, turned into a crow and flew out.

Yu Qingyao was angry and funny. He shouted, ”don't run far. Come back after a column of incense.”

”Oh!” Wuzhen answered, flapping her wings and flying away.

Rong Niang was stunned and lost all her tea cups. If yu Qingyao hadn't been quick, the good white jade Cup would have been destroyed.

”She, she, she, yes, yes

”Well, she is my demon pet. It's hard!” Yu Qingyao said with a smile.

Rong Niang was speechless.

She finally understood why her gift money was so expensive. It turned out that what I taught was not a child, but a monster. This is teaching with your life!

”Don't be afraid. She doesn't dare to hurt you without my command.” Yu Qingyao comforted.

Rong Niang calmed down and nodded with a bitter smile.

At this point, she has no choice but to trust Yu Qingyao.

Yu Qingyao urged, ”I respect my teachers. Don't look at her as a monster and don't dare to discipline her. Fight and scold when you should. Take out your husband's appearance and I will support you.”

Rong Niang is sweating.

Looking at Yu Qingyao's gloating face, Rong Niang said with a strong smile: ”I've been here for so long, and I don't know what to call my boss? It's impolite.”

Yu Qingyao didn't hide it from her at this time. She smiled and said, ”my surname is Yu. Just call me Taoist Yu. Your student's name is ah Zhen.”

Rong Niang gave a sound and remembered it silently.

Yu Qingyao turned the conversation and said, ”I heard that Rong Niang Ya is good at poetry. I'm very interested in writing poetry, but I can't. how can I write a poem?”

Rong Niang talked about the method of writing poetry and said, ”in fact, it's nothing special. When learning to write poetry for the first time, it's easy to start with the couplet. When you're proficient in the couplet, it's easy to write poetry.”

”Oh? How is the antithesis right?”

Rong Niang said, ”the simplest thing is to start with one word, such as wind to rain, sun to moon, and so on. When you are proficient, add another word, such as spring wind to autumn rain, rising sun to moon. Slowly add it, from words to short sentences, and then from short sentences to long sentences. When you can pair sentences, you can learn the rhythm of poetry and write according to the rhythm of poetry. It's easy.”

”Is that all right?” Yu Qingyao asked curiously.

Rong Niang smiled and said, ”of course not. This is just the most basic. After the meeting, we should read more predecessors' poems and try to figure them out. First imitate and use predecessors' poems, and then learn to write poems by ourselves. Writing poems seems simple, but in fact, I don't know how many talents are difficult. It's easy to write a poem. If you want to write well, it's as difficult as heaven.”

Yu Qingyao agrees with this statement and nods. She has read many ancient poems in her previous life. How many people wrote poetry in ancient times, but there were only a few poets who wrote well and could be handed down for generations. Those famous poets, not every poem can be famous through the ages, and often only a few are well-known.

As soon as her eyes spread, she was going to increase Wu Zhen's studies and said, ”well, I'm impatient for her to learn slowly. While you teach her to read, you teach her the right sentence.”

Rong Niang hesitated and said, ”isn't that good?”

”There's nothing wrong with her. She's a monster. She's smart! She learns quickly.” Yu Qingyao fooled decisively.

Rong Niang had never seen a monster and believed it. When Wu Zhen came back, she really began to teach her couplets.

Wu Zhen had a hard time saying it, so she studied the right sentence with a hard face.

Yu Qingyao sat listening with a smile and secretly learned. She doesn't want people to know she can't write poetry.

From then on, Rong Niang lived in seclusion here with Yu Qingyao's master and servant.

After a few days, Rong Niang settled down, but she was a little worried. She looked around quietly. It was full of bamboo and there was no road.