Confucian and Taoist scholar

Chapter 211: A Gentleman's Residence
But after a few breaths, the pastoral courtyard appeared in front of Lu Zheng again.

It was still the same yard I had seen before, but there was a noticeable difference. It had more vitality and a sense of reality, and the grass and trees were growing better and more lushly.

Lu Zheng couldn't wait to walk into the yard and picked a bright red peach.

When you put the peach in your mouth, the juice is sweet and it becomes a real peach. It also makes you feel full after eating it.

He ate the peach while walking towards the house.

The bluestone feels hard and has become real bluestone.

If you pinch a small piece of stone with your fingers, you can crush it into slag without it turning into spiritual energy and dissipating.

When I went into the room again to check, I found that there were some extra items in one of the rooms.

There was an extra row of bookshelves on one wall, and there were many books on the shelves, all of which were books he had read before, and they were directly materialized.

Among these books, there is much that has been learned from previous lives.

If Lu Zheng wants to recall some knowledge in the future, it will be more convenient to look through books here.

In addition, there is an extra table with a guqin on it.

Lu Zheng walked over and gently stroked the strings of the piano, and the sound was pleasant to the ears.

It is a real zither, and it also has a spiritual aura, it is not an ordinary piece.

Qing Wan also plucked the strings curiously, looked up at Lu Zheng, and asked, "Lu Zheng, can you play the piano?"

"Won't……"

He did have some tunes in his mind, but he really didn't know how to play the guqin like this.

If you give him a flute, maybe he can play a few songs.

Lu Zheng observed it carefully again and found that except for the birds, the original objects in the painting had become real things.

This also proves that ordinary animals with flesh and blood are more difficult to draw realistically than ordinary plants.

"It's really amazing..." Lu Zheng couldn't help but sigh.

I never thought that just one article I added could bring about such a big change in this pastoral painting.

A well-written article is a cultural treasure, and its effect is great.

Qingwan walked in the vegetable garden, feeling very curious, and planted a few peas.

I was very happy to see the peas sprout and grow successfully.

"Can we live here from now on?"

Qingwan's eyes sparkled.

This place has truly become a mobile residence.

The courtyard looks ordinary now, but since it appears in this space, it must become extraordinary.

Confucius said: If a gentleman lives in it, what is there to be ashamed of?

Lu Zhengdao: "My body cannot enter here yet, so you can help me take care of this place from now on."

His realm is not high enough, only his soul can come to this place.

"no problem!"

Qing Wan patted her chest and nodded her head in assurance, "You're tired, go and rest. I'll go move those things!"

Seeing Qing Wan was full of energy, Lu Zheng smiled and said, "Okay, take your time and just call me if you need anything."

Lu Zheng's soul disappeared and his consciousness returned to the outside world.

After a busy day and having just written another piece of writing, Lu Zheng was exhausted and fell asleep quickly.

Qing Wan was outside the Wen Palace, directing the bean soldiers to move things.

Put those items into different categories.

After a busy period, I finally put everything in the room.

This space suddenly became much cleaner.

"Phew, finally done!"

Qingwan strolled back to the yard and talked to the birds in the tree.

However, she found that these birds were a little stupid and not as smart as the ordinary birds outside. She could not communicate at all, so she went back to the house.

Coming to the study, Qingwan plucked the strings a few times and found it very interesting.

I was afraid of disturbing Lu Zheng, so I stopped playing after a few rounds.

Walking to the bookshelf, Qingwan tilted her head back and looked at the books on the shelf.

"Hey, advanced mathematics? Are you talking about math books? Lu Zheng is so good at math, if I read these books, I can be just as good. Even those big shots will come to me for advice!"

Qing Wan fantasized for a while, then excitedly took a book and opened it to read.

After a moment, she frowned and put the book back on the shelf.

It's bad enough that there are words I can't understand, but even though there are words I can clearly understand, when put together I have no idea what they mean. It's even harder to understand than those books written by sages.

"I'm a little kid, so I'll just focus on elementary school math..."

Qingwan carefully took another book.

……

It was early in the morning, before dawn.

Lu Zheng already had his own habit of waking up early.

When I went to Wen Palace, I found Qingwan covered with a book and still sleeping soundly.

Lu Zheng took a look and saw that it was a math book. He didn't know if Qing Wan understood it.

Seeing that Qingwan had cleaned up the place very well, Lu Zheng turned around and left.

Sitting on the bed, Lu Zheng had an idea and tried to take out the guqin.

"You can really make it work..." Lu Zheng gently plucked the strings of the zither. He knew a little about the six arts of a gentleman, including music, but he had never played a zither like this.

After a while, Lu Zheng finally found the trick and played it softly.

At this time, footsteps were heard outside, and soon there was a knock on the door.

"Brother Lu, you're awake. Is it convenient for me to come in?" Zhang Bo said.

"Please come in, the door is not locked." Lu Zhengdao.

Zhang Bo walked into the room cheerfully. "I got up early and read a book for a while. I faintly heard some piano music. I came out and found that it came from Brother Lu, so I came to check it out."

Lu Zhengdao: "Did I disturb you?"

Zhang Bo waved his hand and said, "No, it's just that the music sounded unfamiliar to me. I didn't expect Brother Lu to be able to play the piano. He really is proficient in everything."

Lu Zheng couldn't help but laugh. "Brother Zhang, you can tell the music is unfamiliar, which means you understand music. I'm not that good at playing, so how can I say I'm proficient in everything?"

"Brother Lu, you've learned everything and know everything. That's already amazing," Zhang Bo said. "I'd like to learn more, but I don't have the time or talent."

Being able to understand a song and being able to learn to play it are two different things.

Zhang Bo used to be busy with his studies and would occasionally listen to music to relax, but he would not spend time and energy to learn and master it.

Zhang Bo looked at the guqin on Lu Zheng's lap again, his eyes flickering slightly. "This guqin is very spiritual. Where did Lu Zheng buy it? It must have been expensive."

"This..." Lu Zheng laughed, "I said I made it myself, do you believe me?"

Zhang Bo was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "I believe it!"

Confucian and Taoist scholars can use their own literary spirit to manifest some special literary artifacts.

But such means are not something that ordinary literati can do.

"Can I see this piano?" Zhang Bo asked.

"Okay." Lu Zheng handed the zither to Zhang Bo.

Zhang Bo carefully took the zither and indeed felt a sense of righteousness in the zither similar to that of Lu Zheng.

He was surprised. Generally speaking, the literary objects created by scholars are the objects they often use or are good at.

Lu Zheng is not good at playing the piano, but he can create a real piano, which is quite rare.

It only shows that Lu Zheng is also extremely talented in music.

Zhang Bo couldn't help but sigh inwardly: if a person is better than you in some aspects, you might feel jealous, but if a person is much better than you in all aspects, then you can't even feel jealous, you can only look up to him.

Zhang Bo returned the zither to Lu Zheng and said, "Brother Lu, could you please play the piece you just played again?"

Lu Zheng smiled and said, "Okay, but don't laugh at me if I don't play well."

Lu Zheng turned to concentrate his mind, and his slender fingers gently stroked the strings of the piano, and the sound of the piano spread.

The sound is faint, with a hint of unrelieved sorrow, touching the depths of people's hearts.

After listening to this song, Zhang Bo felt inexplicably uncomfortable and could not calm down for a long time.

"What song is this?" Zhang Bo asked in a low voice.

"Myth." Lu Zheng replied.

"Mythology..." Zhang Bo murmured again, "This song should only exist in heaven, how often can it be heard in the human world? Where did you hear this song, Brother Lu?"

Lu Zhengdao: "I heard someone sing it before."

"Singing?" Zhang Bo suddenly became more curious, "How did you sing it?"

Lu Zheng said, "My words are a bit blunt, I'm afraid Brother Zhang won't like it."

"It's okay, I want to listen." Zhang Bo said quickly.

Lu Zheng played the piano and sang softly.

Zhang Bo frowned slightly when he heard this. He had never heard such a song before. The words were straightforward and touching, making him unable to help but hum along in his heart.

Outside, Zheng Yu stood there in a daze, listening to the entire song.

After a while, Zheng Yu left silently with his hands behind his back.

Young people nowadays are so bold that they have changed to singing songs like this?
Zheng Yu thought that if he could sing this kind of song when he was young, the ladies in Hongzhou City would probably be fascinated by him.

Several maids who followed were carrying hot water and other things. When they saw their master leave, they did not dare to enter the house and left as well.

Lu Zheng looked at Zhang Bo and asked, "How is it?"

Zhang Bo pondered and said, "It sounds good, but the lyrics are really plain... What do you think, Brother Lu?"

Lu Zhengdao said, "Maybe it's too blunt, but everyone has their own preferences, whether it's highbrow or lowbrow. Besides, I've heard some Yi songs that are even more explicit and unpresentable, but that doesn't stop them from liking them... Food and sex are part of human nature. Even if songs like this can't be performed in formal occasions, it's not a bad idea to listen to and sing them casually."

After all, this song is a celebration of love, with a good intention, and is much better than some of the songs played and sung in brothels.

"That makes sense." Zhang Bo couldn't help but agree with Lu Zheng.

……

Zheng Yu walked back to the dining room.

When Madam Zheng saw Zheng Yu coming back, she asked, "Didn't you go and call the two young masters over for breakfast? Why did you come back alone?"

Zheng Yu came back to his senses and said, "Oh, those two young people are still chatting. I'll go call them later... I just heard a new song. Would you like to listen to it, Madam?"

"What?" Madam Zheng asked curiously.

Zheng Yu coughed dryly, then sang the song he had just heard.

Madam Zheng's face flushed when she heard this, and she quickly said, "Stop singing, you shameless old idiot! Where did you hear that song? There are servants here!"

Zheng Yu laughed heartily, "I heard it from little brother Lu! Can young people sing it? Why can't I? This song is good, I think it's great... Oh, it's my voice that's not good, so my singing is not good. You guys just heard it, so who wants to sing a few lines? It's worth appreciating if you sing well."

Zheng Yu looked at the maids who had followed back with an excited look.

Old Madam Zheng felt a headache. After chatting with a few young people, she really became young at heart even though she was old?

(End of this chapter)