In the Imperial Palace, in a magnificent palace.
A woman was sitting in front of the window, holding a book of poems in her hand and reading the poems on it.
She was about fourteen or fifteen years old, but she was slender and elegant.
Her long black hair fell down like a waterfall, and she was wearing a white silk dress that showed off her beautiful figure.
Her skin was like white jade, and it could be broken easily.
She sat there quietly, giving off a calm and elegant aura.
It was as if she had walked out of a painting and had seen countless scenes.
At such a young age, she was already so beautiful. In a few years, she would probably have a beauty that could topple a country.
It was Li Shimin's eldest daughter, the beloved Princess of Changle, Li Lizhi.
"Flowers wither, flowers fly, and flowers fill the sky.”
“..............”
Princess Chang Le read the poem, and a look of disappointment appeared in her watery eyes.
The woman was already very melancholic, let alone such a poem that suited her.
As a princess, she had a noble status and was well-fed. However, it was still difficult to avoid her own tragic fate. Women had no status in this era, even for her.
Parents 'orders, matchmakers' words.
A woman's life was already destined. Ordinary families might still have the chance to fall in love with each other.
As a princess, she only had one fate.
That was a marriage alliance.
As a daughter of the royal family, marriage was inevitably linked to politics. It was undoubtedly a sad thing.
He had been locked in this high wall and deep courtyard since he was young, longing for the blue sky outside.
She was like a canary in a cage. Although she did not have to worry about food and clothing, she was also much less happy.
She was given the title of Changle, but how could she be truly happy?
"I didn't expect that the person who understands us so well is actually a scholar.”
Princess Changle looked at the book above her and saw the name Lu Yan.
Naturally, she was not unfamiliar with the name Lu Yan.
When he was famous in Chang 'an, he ordered someone to send him a collection of poems.
The poems on it made her extremely amazed.
There was actually such a talented person in the world.
As a young master, she had been influenced by countless poems and books since she was young. Her talent was not inferior to ordinary scholars, and might even be a level higher.
She was truly the daughter of a noble family.
Naturally, he could understand what these poems meant. Each of them was a masterpiece that would last through the ages.
She had read it countless times over the past few days. Every time she flipped through it, she would gain new insights.
but. Her favorite song was still the Song of Burial of Flowers.
There was no other reason. This poem had written out the hearts of women.
Princess Chang Le even thought that this poem was written about her, full of resonance and recognition.
No one cared about a woman's fate.
When a man was in power, who would understand the bitterness of women? Lu Yan's poem allowed them to see that there was really someone who knew the bitterness and helplessness of women.
She knew the origin of Lu Yan's poem.
Within the Imperial Palace, many news could still be heard.
It was presented to the flower chief.
Facing the courtesan, not only did he not underestimate her, he even wrote this " Song of the Burial of Flowers " to fully express his respect for women.
"Lu Yan…What kind of person is he?"
Princess Chang Le's beautiful eyes were filled with curiosity. If possible, she wanted to meet this extraordinary person.
He had such unparalleled talent and treated women with full respect. He was completely different from those scholars.
Most importantly, he understood the hearts of these women.
This was the greatest respect for them.
Looking at the poetry collection in her hand again, the young girl was already filled with some longing.
"Princess! Princess!"
Outside, a crisp and melodious voice interrupted Princess Chang Le.
A delicate and pretty palace maid, who was about the same age as Changle and dressed in a light yellow dress, rushed in and shouted anxiously.
"Yiyi, why are you making such a ruckus? If the steward sees you, I'm afraid you'll inevitably be reprimanded again.”
Princess Chang Le put down the poem in her hand and looked at the palace maid who was rushing towards her. She smiled and immediately said,
However, her personality had always been simple and elegant, so she could not say anything overboard.
Moreover, the two of them had grown up together and were like sisters. They had a very good relationship, so it was impossible for Princess Chang Le to reprimand her.
When palace maid Yi Yi heard the word steward, she immediately shrunk her neck subconsciously.
When he didn't see the steward, he chuckled and stuck out his tongue,""Princess, I came here for you this time, so I was in such a hurry. If the manager reprimands me, you have to help me.”
"For me?"
Princess Changle did not believe it. Yiyi, this palace maid, had always been eccentric and a little out of tune.
"I heard some big news this time. It's about the person that the princess has been thinking about day and night!”
Yi Yi smiled mockingly as her gaze fell on Princess Chang Le's poetry collection.
Princess Chang Le's heart seemed to have been pierced by Yiyi's teasing. Her fair face immediately flushed red, and even her neck was covered in a layer of pink.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Princess Chang Le glared at Yi Yi and said angrily. When she realized that there was no one else around other than the two of them, she heaved a sigh of relief."There's no one who thinks about it day and night. I'm just admiring this poem.”
"Isn't that about the same?"
Yiyi widened her big round eyes.
"You... If you continue to spout such nonsense, I'll tell the manager to send you to the laundry room another day.”
Princess Changle was still a young girl in her prime, but she was still extremely shy when faced with such a situation.
"That's right. Ever since that poetry collection appeared, the princess has been reading it day and night.”
Yiyi lowered her head and mumbled a few words, but she also knew that Princess Changle was just saying it. She had always been kind and tolerant towards palace maids. Otherwise, she would not dare to speak to her like this.
Princess Chang Le no longer paid attention to Yi Yi's words. Instead, her beautiful eyes carried some light as she asked expectantly,""What news are you talking about? Could it be that it's this Lu Yan? Is there another poem?"
"It's not that." Yiyi shook her head and suddenly became spirited."It's this Young Master Lu Yan who was actually summoned into the palace by His Majesty!”
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