The bright moon hangs high and the stars fill the sky.

Two boats are traveling side by side in the lake.

The blue waves on the lake surface are rippling, and the stars and moon all over the sky fall into it, like the bright Milky Way, with dots of starlight, so beautiful.

A few girls were chatting happily about Mocheng's affairs amidst the beautiful lake scenery at night.

On the other side of the boat, it was so quiet.

Bai Ling was dressed in pink, standing at the stern of the boat, holding a bamboo pen, her black hair dancing, and her clothes fluttering, like a fairy in the lake.

Luo Qingzhou stood on the bow of the boat, looking at the attic in the middle of the lake not far away, silent.

Xia Chan was sitting in the middle of the boat, holding a sword in her arms, as cold as ice and snow.

Zhuer glanced this way and saw someone standing motionless on the bow of the boat. She couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Uncle, aren't you seasick? Why are you still standing there? Aren't you afraid of falling into the lake?"

Luo Qingzhou retracted his gaze, glanced at her, and then at the girl holding a sword sitting in the middle of the boat, and replied: "Who said you can't stand if you get seasick? I don't get dizzy when I stand, I get dizzy when I sit down."

Several girls were amused.

Pearl said angrily: "Miss, I did it on purpose. He obviously doesn't get seasick."

Qin Weimo smiled and said: "My uncle may usually get seasick, but today we have distinguished guests, so he won't get sick."

"snort."

Pearl pouted her little mouth and snorted, but said no more.

Since my lady is defending that guy, what else can she say?

Song Zixi, who was sitting next to Qin Weimo, suddenly said: "Weimo, I saw a sentence in a painting the day before yesterday. I thought it was quite interesting, but I don't know where it came from and who wrote it, and I don't understand the meaning. You read a lot.

, I wonder if you can help me answer it?"

When she said this, she glanced at the boy in the other boat.

It was obvious that she wanted to test a certain scholar to see if he was really as talented as her friend said, and not just superficial.

Qin Weimo naturally knew what he meant and said with a smile: "Zixi, then come and listen."

"Ahem..."

Song Zixi cleared her throat and attracted the attention of everyone on the boat. Then she pretended to be pretentious and read: "The way of a university is to be virtuous, to be close to the people, and to be kind and righteous..."

While she was reading, she was shaking her head like a teacher.

After Qin Weimo finished reading, she smiled slightly, looked at the young man on the other boat and said, "Brother-in-law, have you heard this sentence?"

In fact, anyone who is a scholar preparing to obtain academic status knows this sentence.

After all, this sentence comes from one of the four required readings for the imperial examination.

However, it is not easy for a woman who does not need to obtain academic qualifications to know this sentence.

In this era, nine out of ten people have never read a book or are even illiterate.

Therefore, for a woman, knowing some words, reading some books, and even knowing a few poems are all things worthy of boasting and pride.

Luo Qingzhou felt a little bored.

However, since it was the second young lady who asked the question, he naturally would not be disrespectful and replied: "This sentence comes from "Book of Rites, University". It is said to be written by Zeng Zi, but it should be written by some later Confucianists. The meaning is,

The purpose of the university is to promote upright moral character, to enable people to abandon the old and pursue the new, and to enable people to reach the most perfect state... To put it simply, it is to highlight the bright virtues inherent in everyone, and then to extend it to others.

, so that everyone can eliminate pollution and renew themselves, and strive for excellence, reaching the most perfect level and remaining unchanged..."

Two boats on the lake.

All the girls looked at him quietly and listened to his eloquent answers.

Under the moonlight, the figure standing on the bow of the boat is tall and straight, with a handsome face, clear and determined eyes, and a sonorous and bright voice. He is neither humble nor arrogant. He does not have the weakness and pretentiousness of other scholars, nor does he have the inferiority and cowardice of other sons-in-law.

His demeanor and temperament made all the girls' hearts tremble when they saw him, just like the stars under the boat on the lake.

The girl holding the sword closest to him also looked at him expressionlessly.

When he finished answering, there was a moment of silence on the two boats.

Immediately, Qin Weimo broke the silence and said with a smile: "Zixi, what is the answer? Is it what you think?"

Song Zixi curled his lips and said: "It's just something in the book, so all scholars should know it."

Qin Weimo looked at the young man on the other boat with a smile, and praised softly: "Brother-in-law is very powerful."

Luo Qingzhou cupped his hands and said nothing.

Bai Ling, who was punting the boat at the bow, also smiled sweetly and imitated her tone and said, "My uncle is very powerful."

Luo Qingzhou looked away and ignored her.

The two boats rowed slowly on the lake and soon came to the lotus bushes.

Although it is winter, the lake is warm and the lotus bushes are in full bloom all year round, including white, pink and red ones. This is the most beautiful scenery in Tingyuyuan on a moonlit night.

Every time Qin Weimo comes here, he likes to play among the lotus bushes, pick some lotus pods, break some petals, and play in the water beside the boat for a while. His childlike innocence is still intact, and his mood will be much better.

At this time, Meng Yulan suddenly asked again: "Master Luo, I have a question, can you answer it for me?"

Luo Qingzhou looked at her, thinking about her brother's love for men, and said: "Miss Meng, please tell me."

Meng Yu's blue brows were full of heroic spirit, and he said loudly: "A gentleman is harmonious but not sloppy; strong is correct. Neutral but not dependent; strong is correct. If the country has a way, it will not be blocked; strong is correct. If the country has no way, it will not stop until death."

Change; force is correction. I don’t know how to interpret this sentence?”

Luo Qingzhou's expression condensed and he replied: "This sentence comes from Chapter 10 of "The Doctrine of the Mean". It means that a person with high moral character is really strong when he is docile and does not follow the crowd. This is true when he remains neutral and unbiased."

Strong. When the country is politically peaceful, it is true that one does not change his aspirations. This is true strength. When the country is politically dark, he persists in his integrity and would rather die than change. This is true strength."

There was a trace of surprise in Meng Yulan's eyes, and she nodded and said: "Master Luo is indeed very familiar with reading. He is familiar with the meanings of the words and sentences in these four books and five classics. He picked them up at his fingertips and even remembered the chapters clearly. I admire him, I admire him.

.”

Luo Qingzhou cupped his hands and heard what she said in her heart: [Wei Mo really didn't lie. This guy does have some talent. There are things in the book that probably won't trouble him. I wonder what his poetry attainments are? 】

Meng Yulan thought to herself and winked at Song Zixi next to her.

Song Zixi nodded slightly and suddenly said: "Master Luo, I heard from Weimo that you know poetry very well. I got the first two sentences of a seven-character quatrain some time ago, but the last two sentences are not satisfactory no matter how much I think about it.

Sir, can you pick me up?"

Luo Qingzhou glanced at the Second Miss Qin and thought to himself: I have only ever been with the Second Miss. How does she know that I understand poetry? Is she deliberately trying to elevate me? Or is she showing off that she has a talented brother-in-law?

It is rare for a sister-in-law to brag about her adopted brother-in-law in front of her friends.

Since the second young lady was so protective of his image, he naturally would not embarrass her. He handed over his hands and said: "Miss Song, please tell me, I will try, but I may not be satisfied with Miss Song."

Meng Yulan smiled and said: "There are no poems in the world that are perfect or satisfactory. Most of them are just revised and modified before they are finished. Those that are obtained by skilled hands are rare treasures, like phoenix feathers and horns. They are very rare. Mr. Luo

But there’s no harm in saying it.”

Song Zixi recited it silently in his mind, and then read it out: "There is no youth in the new year, and I am surprised to see grass buds in early February... Just these two sentences, I continued a few more, but I was not satisfied with them.

Mr. Luo, Wei Mo, Yu Lan, you can all give it a try."

The two girls next to him frowned slightly and began to think in their hearts.

Luo Qingzhou recited the first two sentences several times in his mind, thinking secretly in his mind. His eyes wandered randomly on the lake, and suddenly he saw a pear tree on the lakeside not far away.

The evening breeze blew by, and the blooming flowers on the pear tree were flying in abundance, flying as lightly as snowflakes, passing through the vermilion railings and falling into the pavilion next to them.

His mind moved and he came up with the last two sentences.

At this time, Bai Ling, who was standing at the bow of the boat, suddenly smiled and said: "Uncle, if you can't forgive me, you will lose your chance next month."

"What chance?"

Qin Weimo asked curiously.

Others also looked at her curiously.

Bai Ling's eyes flashed slightly, and he said with a smile: "Second young lady, you'd better ask your uncle."

Luo Qingzhou did not answer, but looked at Miss Song and said, "I have thought of two sentences, but I don't know if they fit in with the first two sentences. Miss Song can help me comment."

When several girls heard this, they immediately looked at him.

The girl holding the sword next to him also looked at him coldly.

Luo Qingzhou thought about it in his mind for a while before thinking out: "There is no youth in the new year, and I was surprised to see grass buds in early February. But the white snow disliked the late spring, so it made flying flowers through the trees in the garden."

As soon as she finished reading, Meng Yulan's eyes lit up and she immediately clapped her hands and praised: "What a poem! As soon as the last two sentences came out, the atmosphere and art of the whole poem instantly improved a lot! Mr. Luo, you are amazing, you are really amazing.

!”

Then he added: "The title of this poem..."

Luo Qingzhou said: "How about the title of the poem is called Spring Snow?"

"Haruyuki?"

Meng Yulan tasted it and immediately clapped her hands and said: "What a spring snow! As soon as the title of this poem came out, the artistic conception of the whole poem went to a higher level! Mr. Luo is really talented!"

"The white snow is too late for spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden...spring snow..."
To be continued...