Although a woman is not talented, she is virtuous.

But this is a fart in a high-ranking household.

So Wen Hui had to sacrifice the good time of making up for sleep after asking for peace,

The books he read were "The Four Books of Women".

They are all familiar in the previous life, and have been unanimously criticized by everyone as books that suppress the status of women in feudal society.

"Female Commandments", "Internal Training", "Female Analects" and "Female Fan Jielu"

In her previous life, she had heard it somewhat, but she laughed it off. She doesn't know what is written in the book, but she can't stop learning now.

There's no way, so let's learn.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, the famous words in the book are refreshing!

For example, there is a sentence in "The Female Commandment" that talks about the way of husband and wife: "Husband, heaven also." Heaven is inescapable, and the husband is inseparable. If you disobey the gods, heaven will punish you; Etiquette and righteousness are guilty, and husbands are thin. ”

Nima!

What does it mean that a woman who makes a mistake in etiquette deserves to be treated lightly and humiliated by her husband?

Another example: "Weakness comes first." The ancients gave birth to a daughter for three days, lay under the bed, made bricks, and fasted. ”

Hehe!

What does it mean to show humility and let her sleep under the bed for the first three days after giving birth to a daughter?

Wen Hui had a big brain at that time.

She thought to herself: in the future, if she gave birth to a daughter, she would not do this, she would teach her how to exploit loopholes in these books!

Because the house invited a female master to teach.

Wen Hui had to **** get along with Fang Qian, Fang Shu, and Fang Yan, plus Fang Xin, a three-room woman who was generally seven years old, and Fang Min, a woman in the big house. It is five people who go to school together.

The rest of the people are okay to say.

Fang Qian is simply incompatible with her.

She didn't know how she messed with her.

Fang Sheng is fourteen this year.

He has been studying in Guozijian for more than two years.

Uncle Fang asked Fang Sheng to participate in the imperial examination in the second half of this year.

On this day, Wen Hui, Fang Qian and others asked Mrs. Fang for peace.

Mrs. Fang asked about the study of several people.

Fang Qian's little face was raised high: "Grandmother." The master praised me for my good piano skills. ”

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Old Madam Fang smiled when she heard this: "Not bad." After that, he looked at Wen Hui again, "Where is Sister Hui?"

Wen Hui was embarrassed.

The corners of Fang Qian's mouth were raised, and her eyes glanced at Wen Hui.

How to say that?

It should be that Wen Hui was born without the talent to learn guzheng.

The stiff fingers were no different from the sticks.

She smiled and didn't answer.

Seeing this, where does Old Madam Fang not understand? said with a smile: "Sister Hui has only been enrolled for less than two months, but she has to work hard to study."

Wen Hui Lianlian diǎn head should be.

Seeing this, Fang Shu said on the side: "Sister Hui'er's calligraphy and painting are okay."

Wen Hui looked at Fang Shu gratefully.

Fang Qian pouted.

Old Madam Fang said: "It's good to be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting." Now that our Fang Mansion has become more and more noble in Beijing, you will have to go to various places to participate in banquets in the future, and you must also have good skills. ”

Several people heard the words and diǎn heads.

Now. It was late at night, and if it was the past, Wen Hui would have rested early.

But today, Wen Hui hasn't slept yet.

Wen Hui held the book on the desk and looked at it seriously.

Wen Hui is engrossed in learning.

Wen Hui picked up the brush and began to write.

"Miss. Haven't finished copying it yet?" Zhenyun put the refreshing tea on Wen Hui's table.

"Ahh He put down the pen in his hand and shook his wrist.

"Miss, don't forget the things that Master Jì arranged in the future." Zhenyun said worriedly.

Wen Hui picked up the teacup with her small hand and brought it close to her lips and took a big sip.

Yes.

Wen Hui was punished for copying twenty times today because the things assigned by the master were missing a chapter.

It wasn't easy for ancient people.

Wen Hui thought.

In her previous life, there were enough people in the school class, and Wen Hui also took advantage of the large number of people, was lazy, and did not hand in her homework.

Fang Fu asked the master to teach.

There were five or six students in total.

It's a rhythm of laziness and death every minute.

Wen Hui once again picked up the brush to practice traditional Chinese characters, because it was not easy to use, and the writing was really not very good-looking.

Wrote for another moment.

Wen Huicai put down the pen and paper. Yawn.

"Zhenyun, fetch water, freshen up and sleep."

Early the next morning. Wen Hui's eyes were sore when she woke up due to lack of sleep.

Yawns are one after the other.

Dress well.

Chaoyun tidied up the corners of Wen Hui's clothes and tied her cloak. Then he went to Mrs. Fang's place to say goodbye.

As usual, I had breakfast at Mrs. Fang's.

Wen Hui went to study with Fang Qian, Fang Shu, and Fang Yan.

Entered the study.

As usual, the Master was going to check the homework he had assigned yesterday.

Several people asked the maid to hand in the big characters written.

The master said: "Yesterday, Miss Wen Hui, Fang Xin, and Miss Fang Min studied the fourth chapter of the "Female Commandment", and before learning new content today, the three of them will review it together twice."

"The three young ladies Fang Yan, Fang Shu, and Fang Qian continue to study the "Analects of Women".

After explaining the learning content of several people, they lowered their heads and carefully looked at the homework of several people one by one.

Wen Hui sat at the table and opened the "Female Commandment", a diǎndiǎn look.

What is the classical Chinese of the person, the head of the person who reads it is big. I can't help but sigh that the job of a talented girl is really not done by ordinary people.

After reading it for a while, my eyelids began to tremble.

"Sister."

Wen Hui shook his head suddenly.

turned his face sideways and saw Fang Min approaching him. "Sister, how do you pronounce this word?"

Wen Hui was also sleepy at the moment.

His eyes followed Fang Min's fingers. "Miao, Nian Miao." Wen Hui said.

Fang Min heard the words diǎndiǎn head, "Thank you, sister." Then he read it carefully.

Wen Hui smiled.

There are three points of admiration in my heart.

She has lived for decades, and now she is still bored sitting here reading "The Female Commandment", but a girl of six or seven years old can read it seriously.

sighed and looked up.

Xindao: It seems that there are people who can't stand it like her.

Fang Qian was already there, looking out the window. His brows were slightly locked, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Fang Qian, Wen Hui come here." The Master suddenly shouted.

Wen Hui stood up when she heard this. Walk to the Master's table.

The Master placed a few pieces of paper in front of her.

It was her homework yesterday.

"The pen is very strong, but there is still a big lack of skills, and the words are not proficient enough." The Master said.

文慧 diǎndiǎn head.

The master smiled: "It's not bad that you've only been studying for two months now and you've been able to write at such a level." He added: "I must do homework in the future!"

Wen Hui Lianlian diǎndiǎn head Lianlian should be.

Sigh: It's all because of the golden finger in the previous life!

The master said, and his face turned to Fang Qian again. His hand pointed to the manuscript on the table.

"Miss Fang has been enlightened for two years."

Fang Qian pouted when she heard the words diǎndiǎn head.

The Master smiled. Put Wen Hui's manuscript on Fang Qian's side, and compared: "Miss Fang, let's take a look for yourself."

Fang Qian lowered her head and glanced at it.

Moment. The master said, "Can you see that?"

"The handwriting you wrote in the two years of study is worse than Wen Hui's." The master sighed, "I really shouldn't. ”

Fang Qian's face was gloomy and she didn't say a word.

Wen Hui stood on the side and felt bad, and couldn't help but look at her nose. Nasal contemplation of the heart.

After the Master had spoken. Back at the desk, Wen Hui was still depressed in her heart, and secretly tilted her head to look at Fang Qian's gloomy expression.

Stumble! What is this called?

was depressed in his heart, Fang Min suddenly came over again and asked something.

Wen Hui had no choice but to let go of her worries and smiled and pointed out to her what she didn't understand.

"My sister is amazing." Fang Min admired: "I can't remember it at all after listening to the master."

Wen Hui is ashamed!

"Hehe" laughed dryly, and hurriedly lowered his head to concentrate on reading.

After a moment, the master suddenly stood up.

"This is the first thing, Wen Hui. Fang Min explained the "Female Commandment" a few times, Fang Yan, you read it for a while. "Say it. Walked in the direction of Wen Hui.

In this way, after a morning of learning to write, the time passed slowly.

It was almost noon at the end of the morning's study, but the weather outside the study was good, the sun was shining brightly, and it was warm.

Wen Hui walked out of the study and stood in the sun and stretched.

was lazy, but felt that his arm was slammed into something. Wen Hui moved forward, but she didn't stand firm.

Then he hurriedly turned his face sideways and looked back.

I saw Fang Qian looking at her obliquely from behind, her eyes were straight and her face was expressionless.

Wen Hui suddenly felt a chill in the back of her head.

"Zhenyun!" Wen Hui hurriedly said, "Let's go back to the house and eat." After that, he didn't look at Fang Qian's unhappy face, and quickly led the girl out of the academy.

……

The afternoon class is the learning of guzheng skills.

……

Wen Hui took a deep breath. I thought of the skills taught by the Master.

Silent voice: Fingers should be soft, relaxed, drop fingers, and force-

Wen Hui was embarrassed.

Raising her face, Fang Shu, Fang Min, and Fang Xin looked at her together. Fang Qian looked at her with disdain, pulling the corners of her mouth and sneering.

Wen Hui smiled a little awkwardly.

Hurriedly raised his fingers from the piano.

The master who taught the teacher slowly walked to her side, lowered his head and said carefully: "Relax your fingers, don't be tight, use your diǎn strength slightly when you fall, and you can play the timbre like mountains and flowing water."

As he spoke, the master stretched out his slender fingers, and the bones were distinct. With a slight pluck of the strings of the Wenhui xylophone, a string of ethereal and moving notes floated out.

It is like a layer of buried mountains and clouds, sometimes standing on the cloud peaks, sometimes submerging between the sea of clouds, and sometimes sinking and floating under the clouds. Drifting away, illusory and ethereal. Divide and merge, come and go, faint and fluttering, sometimes hidden and sometimes appearing.

When you close your eyes, a smoky green mountain slowly appears in front of you.

Qu Bi.

Tone falls.

Wen Hui opened her eyes, only to feel that she was in a leisurely mood and that the years were quiet.

In my heart, I can't help but admire my master's piano skills, even if he is as stupid as Wenhui, listening to the pleasant sound of the piano, he is also a little envious.

Just look at the master and smile: "Calm down, take your time, don't be in a hurry." After that, he said: "Your pronunciation is not good, and practice the string pronunciation with one hand first, and if you learn the basics well, it will be easier to go down."

文慧 diǎndiǎn head.

The master said: "Among the few of you, Fang Yan is the most skilled at the piano, with a full timbre without losing elasticity, relaxed and powerful, and good as flowing, so you can ask her for advice."

Hearing this, Fang Yan smiled slightly.

Wen Hui was helpless in her heart, and she was a little envious, she could only say that there was no fate? When it comes to music, she seems to have been born with a lack of roots.

Her fingers are no different from chicken paws.

The piano skills of the five were taught by this master, and it was inevitable that they could not always take care of each of them.

After teaching the master a few pieces and teaching them how to play them, he first let the people ponder and practice on their own.

The rest of the people are fine, but Wenhui is a new one, sitting by the piano and not knowing how to start, quite distressed.

Just as I was thinking about it, I was suddenly slapped on my hand.

Wen Hui raised her eyes and saw Fang Yan standing in front of her. Then I was a little confused.

"I'll teach you." Just listen to the other party smile and say gently.

Wen Hui was surprised, her face was not revealed, and she only said, "Thank you, Sister Yan." Then he got up from the side of the piano and gave up his position.

Fang Yan smiled and stepped forward to sit down.

She stretched out her slender fingers to pluck the strings, and the sound slowly drifted out. As the Master said, the mountains and rivers are ethereal.

Looking down at Fang Yan who was caressing the qin, Wen Hui's heart was really a little complicated.

To be honest, since the last time the second lady happened, she has more or less had a bad feeling about the people in the second room. Going deeper, she felt that Fang Yan was not as simple as it seemed on the surface. Two years ago, the second lady framed herself, and it was impossible for Fang Yan, as her daughter, not to know.

Although Fang Yan has been more or less close to her in the past two years. But in the face of a person who once killed himself, although it was indirect. How can you get close to you casually?

"Here, you have to use some force on your fingers." Fang Yan said, raising her head to look at Wen Hui, her fingers pointing at a place on the piano.

Wen Hui stepped forward, lowered her head and looked at it, diǎn diǎn head.

Fang Ran sat at his desk, holding a brush stained with ink, and laying a chapter of rice paper in front of him.

She frowned, trying to put pen to paper something, and her wrist moved.

Suddenly, he sighed and put down the brush again.

The gloom in my heart lingered for a long time.

His thoughts couldn't help but drift to Mrs. Fang's words.

For a few days in a row, Wen Hui took the master's piano class, and the effect was very unsatisfactory.

The master also taught Wen Hui alone, but although there was some progress, it was still poor.

Wen Hui is also embarrassed.

So, the man decided to break out.

This evening.

Wen Hui rolled up her sleeves and said to Qingxing sternly: "Bring me the piano here." It's not a solution to always have the tail of the crane.

Qingxing and Zhenyun carried the piano to Wen Hui's house together.

Set up the rack and put the piano away.

Wen Hui sat in front of the piano and stretched out her fingers.

To say that Wen Hui also made up her mind.

Fang Yan, Fang Qian won't talk about it, even Fang Xin and Fang Min play much better than her. It's really a bit unpleasant to mix up with such a crossing girl.

Aunt Wenhui, who is over 30 years old, although she loves watching a group of children play the piano, she is "educated" by her master and watched by others, which is also quite ugly.

Fang Qian is even more arrogant, which can be regarded as revenge for learning characters.

……

There is also enough time to practice playing, from plucking the strings and kneading the strings to practice separately.

At the end of the exercise, my fingers hurt a little.

Zhenyun hurriedly poured a cup of tea.

Wen Hui took the tea and drank a few sips before getting up, "Put the piano away." ”

I really worked hard.

The same was true on the second day.

The same was true on the third day.

Day 4......

Day 5......

Day 6......

……

I have been practicing like this for more than half a month.

One day piano class.

Wen Hui sat in front of the piano, only feeling calm.

The lower finger is staggered, and the sound of the piano is like mountain water.

For the first time, during class, she played the song that she had practiced for many days without hurrying. (To be continued.) )