Chapter 308: Teaching Her Calligraphy

In fact, her taste was so good that Luo Junhe, afraid he might lose control, didn't dare to kiss her anymore.

Ji Yuntang's eyes narrowed, and she stood up in a huff.

She was both embarrassed and angry, wishing she could take a couple of bites out of Luo Junhe's arm.

He was the one who had kissed her first, and now he was satisfied and didn't care about her anymore.

Luo Junhe felt it was unfair; he wasn't satisfied at all.

However, he could still prioritize, and now calligraphy was clearly more important.

"If you're angry, A Tang, you can bite me twice!" Luo Junhe rolled up his sleeve and extended his arm.

Anyway, there were already teeth marks on his arm from her, so two more wouldn't hurt.

Ji Yuntang: "..."

She said in a huff, "I'm not angry at all."

Seeing Luo Junhe like this, she actually wasn't angry anymore.

This man really knew how to push her buttons.

The blush on Ji Yuntang's face faded, and her eyes glanced around the room.

"Where should I sit?"

Luo Junhe's narrow, seductive eyes lifted slightly, and he said in a low voice:

"If the chair can't be used, then you'll have to sit on my lap."

Ji Yuntang: "..."

She thought about it and realized he wasn't wrong.

He couldn't stand up, and he was sitting in a wheelchair.

And the wheelchair was only big enough for one person.

Practicing calligraphy required a calm mind, and the posture for holding the brush and the essentials of writing were both essential.

It was also impractical for her to write while standing.

Not to mention that she would have to stand for a long time, but even if he taught while sitting, it would be hard for her to write well while standing.

Therefore, if she wanted Luo Junhe to teach her calligraphy, the only way was to sit on his lap.

After Ji Yuntang realized this, she didn't make a fuss and simply sat on his lap.

Anyway, she had already paid the price, so she couldn't skip practicing calligraphy now, could she?

Ji Yuntang's calmness was torture for Luo Junhe.

He felt as if he had shot himself in the foot.

She sat on his lap, her back pressed against his chest, and the fragrance of her body drifted straight into his nose.

Luo Junhe felt a fire burning inside him, spreading through his entire body and stirring a surge of warmth.

He clenched his fists, closed his eyes, and blocked the burning heat welling up in his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the fire in Luo Junhe's gaze had been suppressed.

"A Tang, let's start with this 'Rhapsody on the South of the River.'"

As soon as he spoke, even he was startled, because his voice was terribly hoarse.

Ji Yuntang naturally knew the reason. Her beautiful eyes narrowed slyly, and she thoughtfully poured him a glass of water.

"Mr. Luo, have some water. Look how dry your throat sounds."

Luo Junhe: "..."

The fire he'd barely suppressed almost flared up again.

Luo Junhe downed three large glasses of warm water in a row before regaining his composure.

He patted Ji Yuntang's waist with his hand and said seriously.

"A student should behave like one. Sit up straight, back straight. What's with all the wiggling?"

Ji Yuntang: "..."

Ji Yuntang: "!!!"

She almost bit her tongue while drinking water.

Honestly, she hadn't moved around at all. She only twisted a little when pouring water because she couldn't reach the teapot; she definitely wasn't wiggling.

Ji Yuntang shot Luo Junhe a playful glare, turned around, straightened her back, and picked up the brush.

Just as she was about to write, a slender, well-proportioned hand reached from behind and wrapped around her hand holding the brush.

Ji Yuntang's gaze shifted to the man's fingers, and she could clearly feel the warmth coming from his fingertips.

Because he had held weapons for years, there was a layer of rough calluses on his palm, which scraped against the back of her hand, making it tingle.

Ji Yuntang unconsciously began to follow Luo Junhe's movements to write on the paper.

Where the brush tip passed, one after another fluid and powerful large characters emerged, forceful and graceful.

He dipped the brush in ink and explained the essentials as he wrote. Ji Yuntang listened carefully and remembered.

She was very smart; basically, he only had to teach her once, and she could remember everything and perfectly copy it.

Compared to Luo Junhe's, Ji Yuntang's calligraphy style lacked that grand scale but had a refined elegance and liveliness.

Even Luo Junhe couldn't help praising, "A Tang's characters are elegant in brushwork and lively in spirit. Of all the women I've seen, yours is the most beautiful calligraphy."

This was not an exaggeration but the honest truth.

Luo Junhe had read many books, including some copied by women, and none could match Ji Yuntang's handwriting.

He finally understood why teachers loved smart, quick learners! They learned as soon as they were taught and didn't require much effort—who wouldn't love that?

Ji Yuntang blinked, stroked Luo Junhe's face, and said teasingly:

"Marrying such an excellent wife as me, Prince Ye, you've hit the jackpot!"

Luo Junhe: "..."

He admitted that marrying her was indeed hitting the jackpot!

But why was she so smug?

Luo Junhe felt he couldn't let her get too proud, lest her character end up making enemies.

In the dim candlelight, the man's eyes were as deep as the sea, and he said quietly, deflating her ego:

"A Tang, you should know that the calligraphy competition of Canglang Poetry Talk isn't just about who writes the best characters—it's about... who writes the best essay."

"Calligraphy accounts for only thirty points, while the essay is worth a full seventy points. Only if the essay is of high quality can the calligraphy stand out among the students."

"In other words, calligraphy merely serves an aesthetic purpose."

Ji Yuntang: "..."

Ji Yuntang: "!!!"

Her eyes widened, and she exclaimed, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I thought you knew," Luo Junhe said, feigning innocence.

"The calligraphy competition of Canglang Poetry Talk actually corresponds to the policy essay questions in the Spring Imperial Examinations. The policy essay questions are posed as questions, requiring students to answer them."

"It mainly tests students' talent and writing ability, as well as their personal understanding of political and historical commentary."

"Actually, the calligraphy test should be the most difficult among the five."

Ji Yuntang: "!!!"

Who would have thought that the calligraphy test, which she thought was the simplest, actually contained such profound knowledge?

Ji Yuntang was grateful that she had asked Luo Junhe in advance.

Over the next three days, she spent her time either practicing calligraphy or reading in her room.

She even worked through all the past exam questions.

This made Ji Yuntang relive the feeling of cramming for graduate school entrance exams.

During this time, Ji Yuntang also thought of repaying her in kind and getting Ji Qingqing signed up as well.

But the registration official at Qingyun Hall told her that the three spots reserved for women in Canglang Poetry Talk were already full, and no one else could register.

Ji Yuntang had to give up!

Although she wasn't sure if Ji Qingqing was behind this, she felt that Ji Qingqing had something to do with it.

Time flew by, and three days passed in a flash. Soon, it was the day of the Canglang Poetry Talk competition.

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