Wen Tingyun's attitude towards the Qinglou woman can't be casual, and she can't be heart-to-heart. He can't come here to have fun and debauchery like many men, because he is Wen Tingyun and a representative of scholars.

He hoped that these women were genuinely in love with his talents, not the money in his pocket. But these women are just for money, for survival, not to mention that most of them are illiterate women who have never read or read, and they talk about poetry and songs, and they are like playing the piano to a cow.

Therefore, Wen Tingyun can get a short period of happiness here, but then there is a long-term emptiness, "three or two peach blossoms and two taels of wine, not as gentle as the concubine", although everyone knows that the feelings of Qinglou are the most hypocritical, and the promises on the wine table are uncountable, but how many people can resist the temptation of wine.

"Youwei, if you have time, you have to talk more about poetry with Li Yi and them, so that you can open up your poetry path." It's not the first time Wen Tingyun has said this to Yu Youwei.

Because he recently found that Yu Youwei was a little less afraid and respectful of the teacher when she saw him, and a little more naughty and willful. He more or less knew that this attitude was wrong, because his heart was delicate, and Yu Youwei became more and more active in asking him some very simple and even seemingly stupid questions.

At first, he just thought that Yu Youwei was really interested in the way of poetry and writing, but he didn't see her communicating with his other disciples.

He began to be a little scared, this is not a good phenomenon, maybe he doesn't understand the mind of a girl at this age, but he can always see something different in Yu Youwei's eyes.

What is it? It was as if something wonderful was quietly growing in those pure eyes.

And when Wen Tingyun looked at Yu Youwei's face, he even didn't dare to look directly, he didn't dare to look at Yu Youwei, because once he looked at Yu Youwei, he was greeted by a beautiful face, and there was a little charm on Yu Youwei's face.

This flattery is not deliberately made by Yu Youwei, but she was born with it, from between her eyebrows, the willow leaf-like eyebrows, peach blossom-like eyes, smiling, like a little fox.

It was late autumn, Wen Tingyun was facing the window, looking at the fallen leaves falling from time to time outside, and he came to poetry, he stood with an inkstone to grind ink, while pondering the verses in his heart, but at this time, Yu Youwei's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Master, Youwei wants to know what kind of love there is in this world."

Wen Tingyun was obviously startled when he heard this question, his hand shook, and the inkstone fell on the table, staining the manuscript of the poem Wen Tingyun had just written.

Yu Youwei snorted lightly when she saw it, and hurriedly stepped forward to lift the inkstone with her hand, and folded the poem manuscript that had not been soaked in ink aside, while apologizing to the master for scaring the master by her recklessness.

After packing up the poems, she took out her hand towel to wipe Wen Tingyun's hands, Wen Tingyun looked at Yu Youwei, who was already shoulder-high in front of her, and dragged her hand to wipe it carefully, and she didn't feel that her heart was beating more powerfully.

But then he pulled out his hand, took Yu Youwei's hand towel, and wiped it himself, at this time his heart had already made up his mind, and an idea that he had hesitated for a long time was finally determined.

In a few days, let's send Yu Youwei away, if this continues, he is afraid that he will make a mistake.

I can already pick flowers, but I don't want to break the willow of Yu Youwei.