"Father, the Empress has come to our residence to visit brother-in-law. I didn't hear wrongly, right?”
Li Shi Min tried his best to keep his voice low, but his tone could not hide his surprise.
Li Yuan was also confused. He looked at Lady Dou. His wife had a good relationship with Empress Xiao in her early years and knew the Empress of Great Sui the best.
Lady Dou shook her head, her face blank.
Li Yuan watched as Empress Xiao walked away, then gave his daughter a look, indicating for her to follow and see what Empress Xiao and Yang Zhao could say.
Li Xiu Ning was also suspicious, so she followed him without batting an eyelid.
A moment later, Xiao Meiniang came to the study and signaled the palace maids to keep quiet and not disturb Yang Zhao's reading.
The Great Sui Empress lifted the corner of her skirt and walked into the open door with light steps.
The back of a handsome and thin young man buried in his desk entered her sight.
At this moment, Yang Zhao was so immersed in his book that he didn't even notice the footsteps behind him.
Recently, apart from eating and sleeping, Yang Zhao had spent most of his time reading and composing poems.
The purpose of composing poems was to display one's talent, raise one's reputation, package oneself, and publicize oneself.
Reading was to increase one's knowledge, deepen one's understanding of this era, and make oneself more outstanding.
He read a variety of books, mainly military books and the various schools of thought, especially history books. He read all kinds of books about the world's geography and customs.
Even though he was proficient in Tai Gong's Art of War and knew basic military strategies, with his current knowledge, his ability would at most stop at the level of a general.
Yang Zhao's ambition wasn't just to be a general.
As a general, he was ultimately just a knife in the hands of a superior, driven by others. His ambition was not just that.
Li Yuan was also skilled in both literature and martial arts. He had countless books in his residence. He could now freely swim through these vast sea of words.
Yang Zhao greedily absorbed the examples of war from ancient times to the present, the wise words of the sages, and the historical events that could be used as a mirror.
In any case, technology was backward in this era, and there were no entertainment activities. He was clean and did not want to immerse himself in the sex scene. Reading became the best way to pass time.
" It's already noon, yet you're still working so hard. No wonder you have such amazing literary talent and calligraphy. The Great Sui Dynasty is lacking such studious and ambitious young people…"
Xiao Meiniang smiled and nodded lightly. Her bright eyes were filled with certainty.
"Wonderful!"
When Yang Zhao saw the exciting scene, he suddenly clapped the table and cheered.
Xiao Meiniang was frightened and took half a step back.
Xiao Meiniang patted her chest and her eyes fell on that handsome face. She finally saw this young talent who was both civil and martial.
"She's quite good-looking and talented. Li Yuan's daughter is really blessed…"
Xiao Meiniang secretly praised him in her heart, but her eyes suddenly became absent-minded as she stared at Yang Zhao's face.
His eyes seemed to have fallen into some kind of memory.
" How is that possible…" Empress Xiao shook her head and laughed at herself after a moment of absent-mindedness.
She had wanted to go in, but seeing Yang Zhao so seriously reading, she didn't have the heart to disturb him, so she asked the maid to show the way to Yang Zhao's residence.
She left quietly and went to Yang Zhao's residence.
On the table, Ling Ling had scattered a lot of poems and essays, all of which were written by Yang Zhao when he was free.
It was just that Li Xiu Ning was indifferent to him, so she naturally had no intention of paying attention to him.
Empress Xiao walked in and casually picked up a piece of Xuan paper.
She originally thought that this poem was not a masterpiece, so she didn't pay much attention to it.
However, after taking a few glances, the trace of displeasure in her eyes instantly disappeared. Her red lips opened slightly, and her gaze was deeply immersed in the two lines of the poem.
"Red beans grow in the south, and when spring comes, a few branches will bloom. I hope you can pick more. This thing is the most lovesick, this thing is the most lovesick…"
Xiao Meiniang recited the words word by word in an emotional tone. The last sentence was repeated over and over again, as if she was immersed in endless aftertaste.
"This thing is the most lovesick, this thing is the most lovesick…"
Outside the window, Li Xiu Ning was also reciting the poem in her heart. Her eyes were in a daze, and she was also immersed in the heart-stirring artistic conception.
"Could it be that he wrote this poem? How was this possible? He was just a commoner from a Humble Class. How could he have such literary talent?”
Li Xiu Ning suddenly came to a realization, and a shocked expression appeared on her face.
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