It was actually a poem.
And it was a love poem!
"Could it be that he deliberately wrote the poem for me, but was too embarrassed to give it to me in person, so he left it by the door?”
Li Xiu Ning speculated in her heart. Her usually cold face, which made many men afraid, now had a hint of a girl's embarrassment.
She took a deep breath and tried her best to suppress her excitement as she turned around to look at the side room.
At this time, Yang Zhao was already fully focused, immersed in his book.
Putting aside those preconceived prejudices, she realized at this moment that although her husband was born in a poor family and came from the countryside, he did not have a trace of rustic flavor.
His body exuded a unique scholarly aura.
This scholarly aura was different from the sour and rotten aura of ordinary scholars. It was refined and contained some masculinity.
This was the charm that only a great talent who could enter the prime minister's realm had.
She really didn't want to believe that a man with such a temperament was from a poor family in the countryside.
Li Xiu Ning's gaze moved from Yang Zhao to the paper in her hand.
During this period of time, she had heard many stories about Yang Zhao writing poems in the Song Public House, shocking the entire House. Now, she could finally see him write poems with her own eyes.
Although she wasn't proficient in calligraphy, she could still vaguely see that Yang Zhao's calligraphy had reached the point of perfection. Every word seemed to come alive, leaping onto the paper.
This was indeed comparable to the calligraphy of the Sage of Calligraphy, Wang Xizhi!
However, the Sage of Calligraphy had to practice hard for decades before he could master the peerless calligraphy.
Her husband was only seventeen years old, so how could he have such writing skills?
Could Mo Fa's talent in calligraphy have surpassed the Sage of Calligraphy?
Retracting her thoughts, she cleared her throat and began to read in a low voice.
The beauty rolls up the beaded curtain,
sitting deep, her brows knit.
I only see tears wet,
I don't know who I hate in my heart.
A short five-character quatrain, a sad woman sitting alone in an empty room, trapped by love, filled with hatred and resentment, immediately jumped into his mind.
Even though Li Xiu Ning boasted that her will was as strong as iron and was not inferior to men, she was deeply affected after reading this poem. She could not help but feel a trace of sadness in her heart.
It was a poem that could move the Jade-faced Rakshasa in an instant. The strength of the brush and the depth of the artistic conception could be seen.
Li Xiuning put away her sadness and admired the wonderful poems written by the Sage of Calligraphy on the paper. Her eyes gradually became subtle.
Suddenly, she thought of something and frowned.
"What does he mean by this poem? Is he imagining me being neglected by him, resenting him, and crying for him? I'm not that cheap!”
Li Xiu Ning was displeased and raised her head to stare at Yang Zhao again.
Yang Zhao still had his head lowered, burying his head in his book.
Li Xiu Ning bit her lips and looked unhappy. She wanted to tear the paper into pieces in a fit of anger, but she couldn't bear to part with the calligraphy and poetry. After hesitating for a moment, she put it away.
…
Empress Xiao's unexpected visit, and she even took the initiative to visit Li Yuan, naturally made the entire Li family extremely confused.
Li Yuan realized that something must have happened to make this Great Sui Empress notice this nameless son-in-law of the Li family.
Li Yuan immediately sent his sons out to inquire, and only then did he learn of Yang Zhao's shocking poetry and prose performance in the Duke of Song Residence.
The entire Luoyang City had long since been in an uproar, but unfortunately, they didn't pay much attention to Yang Zhao, so they were the last to know.
Xiao Yu was Empress Xiao's younger brother. Empress Xiao had received Yang Zhao's poems from Xiao Yu. After admiring them, it made sense for her to come and visit.
As a result, the Li family's attitude towards Yang Zhao quietly changed.
"Gongye, Furen, this is the poem that son-in-law just wrote. This servant secretly brought it over.”
A maidservant who had been ordered to " monitor " hurriedly entered and brought in a slightly wrinkled calligraphy piece.
"Did son-in-law notice?" Li Yuan asked as he took the paper.
"Replying to the duke, this servant found it from the basket. Hearing the son-in-law muttering that he was not very satisfied, he should not have noticed.”
Found it in the basket?
Wouldn't that be a wasted draft?
Madam Dou's face immediately sank, and she was about to reprimand the servant girl for not knowing how to do her job. How could she show them the scrap manuscript that Yang Zhao had discarded? A scrap manuscript was naturally not a good work.
"Forget it. Even a useless manuscript can tell a person's literary talent. Let's take a look first.”
Li Yuan carefully unfolded the folded Xuan paper. Madam Dou could only sullenly come over and the husband and wife observed it together.
"This is indeed the calligraphy of the Sage of Calligraphy!”
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