"Mr. Bo Ji, are you?" Zhao Feng asked in confusion after he carried Cai Yong into the house.

"Zihu, don't call me a sir. Your literary talent can almost be my teacher! After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows on the rocks! What a beautiful artistic conception! I am ashamed of myself!" Cai Yong said.

"No, no, Mr. Bo Ji, that's just a work that Feng has come to life. He can't enter the elegant hall, and he is not as good as your masterpieces as Mr. Bo Ji! This time, Feng wanted to listen to Mr. Bo Ji's teachings, and he really didn't dare to speak nonsense!" Zhao Feng said.

Cai Yong felt a little embarrassed when he heard Zhao Feng say so humble: "Let's do this, Zihu, the teachings are not worthy of. We are a peer-to-people, what do you think?"

"How can this be done? Mr. Bo Yi is a great scholar in the world, and Feng is only a last student of the later generations. How dare he talk about friendship with Mr. Bo Yi?" Zhao Feng said, "It's better to be like this. Mr. Bo Yi is of Feng's age. Feng treats you with the courtesy of his teacher. What does Mr. Bo Yi think?"

"I'm afraid this is not good, right? How can I be the teacher of Zihu? Where should the teacher of Zihu go?" Cai Yong said.

"Haha, Mr. Bo Yi was joking, Zihu was sick and had no teacher." Zhao Feng shook his head and smiled.

"Oh?" Cai Yong was shocked, "Then where did your knowledge come from?"

"To be honest, Mr. Bo Yi has only one teacher, Tong. He taught me the skills of guns and martial arts. As for poetry and articles, Feng has been fond of reading since he was a child, and has read books from ancient and modern times. As the saying goes, a lot of readers will be revealed, and the articles will naturally come and come naturally!" Zhao Fengdao.

"Accumulate and thin,... it will come naturally..." Cai Yong recalled Zhao Feng's words just now, "Zihu is really a talent! In this way, I have an idea, I wonder if Zihu is willing?"

"Mr. Bo Ji, but it's okay!" Zhao Feng said.

"Since Zihu doesn't have a teacher, how about I accept Zihu as my disciple?" Cai Yong said, "In this way, I can introduce Zihu to some old friends. Zihu will be unlimited in the future!"

"In this way, Feng couldn't get it!" Zhao Feng was overjoyed. What was he doing on this trip? He was here to fool Cai Yong, try to get some connection with him, and then visit Zhou Yi. Now, Zhao Feng won Cai Yong's favor with just one reply, and said bluntly that he wanted to accept Zhao Feng as his disciple, so what reason does he have not to accept it?

What's more, Cai Yong was a great scholar of the world, and he was more than one level higher than ordinary people! How many of the famous scholars at that time paid great attention to fame? Why did Yuan Shao, who was able to stop himself when encountering big things and look for his life when he sees small profits, would have lived in the four states of Ji, Qing, and You? There were hundreds of good ministers and generals? Isn't it because he had the reputation of a four generations and three ministers? Some scholars rushed to join him!

"Okay, okay! I didn't expect that I could still accept such a good disciple in the last year!" Cai Yong laughed with his beard.

"Teacher is so serious!" Zhao Feng knelt down and kowtowed three times respectfully, then gave Cai Yong a cup of tea, "Teacher, please have tea."

"Okay! Zihu, please get up quickly!" Cai Yong hurriedly helped Zhao Feng up.

"Dad, I heard from Uncle Fu that a guest is coming!" A crisp sound of going silver bell came from outside the house, and then a pretty figure ran in from outside the door.

"Yan'er, how many times have you told you that girls should be quiet and so lively, how can they get married in the future?" Although it was a reproach, there was still an unstoppable spoiling in Cai Yong's tone!

"Yan'er? Could this be the talented woman Cai Wenji of the ages?" Zhao Feng thought in his heart.

"Zihu, before I could introduce it to you, this is my eldest daughter, surnamed Cai and Yan, who is already fourteen years old this year?" Cai Yong introduced, "Yan'er, this is my newly accepted disciple, named Zhao Feng. It's good if you call him senior brother. I can tell you that his literary talent is no less than that of his father. You should learn more from him!"

"Is it really good to have a father?" Cai Yan looked at his father in confusion.

"Of course, look at this." As he said that, Cai Yong handed Zhao Feng's greeting letter to Cai Yan.

"I made Zihu laugh. Yan'er has been like this since she was a child, lively and active." Cai Yong said.

"What's the matter? Feng has a sister who is so big and so lively. This is exactly their nature at this age, so why bother to restrain him?" Zhao Feng said.

"Haha...well said!" Cai Yong smiled.

"Just just now, the teacher said that Sister Yan'er is your eldest daughter?" Zhao Feng asked in confusion. It seemed that in his impression, Cai Yong was the only daughter Cai Yan?

"Yes, I have a young daughter who is just two years old." Cai Yong said.

"Idiot! You forgot, who is Yang Hu? You forgot who is Sima Shi's mother-in-law?" In the system space, Qing'er looked at Zhao Feng with an ignorant look and screamed in anger.

"Oh yes! Why did I forget this!" Zhao Feng slapped his forehead.

"You don't believe it if you say you are stupid? Humph!" Qing'er said proudly.

"Hehe, okay, okay, I won't bother you this time, brother." Zhao Feng smiled apologized.

"Tsk, I won't tell you anymore, I'll go to bed!" After saying that, Qing'er stopped moving.

"This girl..." Zhao Feng shook his head and ignored Qing'er.

"Senior Brother! Did you write this poem?" Cai Yan asked Zhao Feng with little stars after reading the poem.

"Yes, the graffiti was made for a while, and it was not well written." Zhao Feng said modestly.

"What's wrong, it's not! This poem is great! The first two lines describe the scenery of the mountain residence in the evening autumn, the rain has just cleared, quiet and leisurely, fresh and pleasant. The last two lines describe the bright moon in the sky, the green pines are like a cover, the mountain spring is clear, flowing on the stone, and the quiet and clear natural beauty. What a beautiful autumn scenery, where did you see it? Yan'er also wants to see it!" Cai Yan said.

"This, I have been traveling here from Zhending County, Changshan, Jizhou. I saw this scene on the way and felt it. I don't know where to see it." Zhao Feng could only make up some reasons to make excuses. After all, he just copied the first four lines of Wang Wei's "Autumn Night in the Mountain" and changed it to a short poem "Autumn Bed", as a stepping stone to see Cai Yong this time.

"That's how it is." Cai Yan's expression was a little disappointed.

"Let's do this, Sister Yan'er, I'll give you another poem to you as a gift for us, how about it?" Zhao Feng felt a little embarrassed when he saw Cai Yan like this, so he suggested.

"Hmm?" Cai Yan's eyes lit up, "Okay! But if it weren't for this song "Qiu Ming", Yan'er wouldn't spare you!"

"Okay, I'll follow you." Zhao Feng had already admired this talented woman for all ages. Now that he saw me, he loved her even more, so he said with some doting.

"Zihu, you can't spoil her too much. If you spoil her again, wouldn't you go to heaven?" Cai Yong said with a smile.

"Haha, the teacher is joking. Junior sister is the pearl in your hand. I think I am so pampering! Besides, Yan'er is so lively and cute, how can Feng not spoil her?" Zhao Feng said with a smile.

"Yeah..." Zhao Feng's words were obviously ambiguity, and Cai Yan was no longer a girl who didn't understand anything. When he heard Zhao Feng's words of love, he did not refute, but instead blushed and lowered his head.

No one knows his daughter better than his father. Cai Yong knew Cai Yan’s little thoughts at a glance. He smiled slightly but did not point it out.

It was autumn at this time. While talking, a row of geese flew past the sky. Zhao Feng said slowly with a flash of spiritual light: "Since ancient times, I have been sad and lonely in autumn. I say that autumn is better than spring! A crane in the clear sky radiates on the clouds, which leads poetry to the blue sky!"

"Okay! Good poem!" Cai Yong's eyes flashed after hearing the first sentence. When Zhao Feng finished reciting the poem, Cai Yong stood up and applauded.

"Senior Brother! It's so great!" Cai Yan was filled with little stars again, "Then what's the name of this poem?"

"Well...it's all right!" Zhao Feng couldn't think of any good name, and thought that the original poem's name "Qiu Ci" was not that true, so he removed the "ci" and left only the word "qiu"!

"Okay! Concise and concise!" Cai Yan said, "Senior brother, can you write this poem down for me?"

"Of course there is no problem." Zhao Feng walked to the edge of the desk, picked up the pen, and wrote on the paper with flying dragons and phoenixes.

"Good words!" Zhao Feng changed into running script and wrote in a casual manner, which made Cai Yong's eyes lit up.
Chapter completed!