"Yes. But I don't do it often, and I hate writing poetry." Yao Jinse calmed down and replied. Since he has planned to become the second generation of rich people, the second generation of officials, or others in this era, he will not do it.
She can be looked down upon, and she doesn't care if she plagiarizes a few more poems and songs.
Mrs. Wu, who used to teach her, wanted her to compose poetry, but she didn't do it. It wasn't because she didn't remember it in her mind. After all, she took the course of Chinese language and literature and ancient Chinese literature.
It was very good. She almost memorized many of the things in the book. Why was she afraid of writing one or two more poems?
I just don’t want to be a plagiarist!
However, people in this era really bully others too much. If she doesn't stand up, she will be bullied forever. She doesn't want any more tragic consequences. Therefore, Yao Jinse not only wants to be the best in the world in this life
The reputation of a talented woman hangs on herself, so she must use everything she has to pave a good path for herself!
"So that's the reason. Then can you write a poem for some of us? How about the theme of missing home? Let Xue see that you can write such a good opinion on the Book of Songs, and you are so good in poetry.
What accomplishments?" Xue Yanqing asked with raised eyebrows, his expression was very kind. For some reason, he always felt that there was a kind of vicissitude and depth in the eyes of the little girl in front of him. Such a person would definitely not be
Ordinary people.[
The smart one he saw before, the so-called Fourth Miss Yao Jinting, just learned more from the textbooks, and had no spirituality or understanding in her eyes. Such a woman will only be a talented person in the future, but will be dismissed by the world.
Just for ordinary people who are troubled.
But the Yao Jinse in front of her is extremely different. In her eyes, everyone is equal. It is a true equality, with no hierarchy and no big differences in concepts. People like her should be
Only those who understand the sufferings of the world can create truly good literature!
Yao Jinse squinted his eyes and looked at Xue Yanqing. He was making a small calculation in his mind.
Judging from Master Fang's attitude towards Xue Yanqing, this middle-aged uncle named Xue Yanqing is definitely not an ordinary person. He should have many secrets in him, and he may have a very high status. However, what is his specific status?
, she doesn’t know yet.
"Have you thought clearly?" Xue Yanqing asked calmly.
"Yan Qing, this fifth lady probably can't write poetry, so don't make things difficult for him. I'll ask the fourth lady Yao Jinting to write a good poem for you later. What do you think? Yao Jinse, why don't you leave quickly?" Fang
When the master saw that Yao Jinse had not spoken for a long time, he thought that she really couldn't compose poetry. He was afraid that she would embarrass him, so he thought of a way to drive her away.
Yao Jinse was silent for a moment and raised his eyes. After taking a look at Master Fang in front of him, he said slowly: "I can write you a poem, but I have a request."
"What request?" Xue Yanqing smiled, not expecting that this girl was quite shrewd. I just didn't know what request she was talking about.
Yao Jinse glanced at him and then said calmly: "My request is that the poem I wrote today cannot be spread out. Of course, even if it is spread out, you can't tell my name!"