Poetry Meet?
A bunch of poets, playing with words and ink, complaining in vain.
Not interested.
With this kind of effort, how could he be at home, comprehending all his power?
Luo Zhao raised his hand, wanting Xiao Huan to push it.
"Tell Big Brother Green Sparrow that the Fuma and I will definitely go.”
Li Lizhi agreed first. It was unknown whether it was intentional or subconscious, but she also held Luo Zhao's arm.
That expression was like a newlywed wife who couldn't wait to appear with her husband in front of the public as a couple to show off their love and show off their harmonious relationship.
"Alright, then let's go and watch the show.”
Luo Zhao reluctantly agreed.
Xiao Huan looked at the two of them and chuckled before happily replying.
Luo Zhao's gaze fell on Li Lizhi's slender hand that was tightly holding his.
Only then did Li Lizhi realize what was going on. She quickly let go of her hand and tucked her hair behind her head. Her face was slightly flushed.
"I'll go pick some bright clothes for you. Tomorrow's poetry meet will be attended by all the talented people in the world.”
Li Lizhi smiled and turned to leave.
When she returned to her bedroom, the door was closed. Li Lizhi leaned against the door and pressed her hand against her chest, breathing heavily.
Her heart was thumping, and when she touched her face, she felt a little hot.
She had to admit that her interaction with Luo Zhao earlier, those intimate actions, those words that only husband and wife would say, were really something she had never thought of.
That feeling was indescribable and unclear. In short, it stirred her heart and almost made her lose her composure in front of him.
"He's really a blockhead. I'm a princess, and I've already taken the initiative, yet he only responded with that little bit. Hmph ~~"
Li Lizhi snorted, but she was also a little dissatisfied.
After a long while, her emotions gradually calmed down. She turned around and opened the window to look at the side hall again.
The lanterns were hung up and the handsome figure of a young man was imprinted on the window paper.
Looking at the shadow of the window, Li Lizhi sighed faintly and said,"Forget it, it seems like I owed this enemy in my previous life. In this life, I'm destined to repay my debt ~~"
The young girl complained, but her eyes flickered with tenderness.
…
The next day.
On the carriage heading to the Wei Manor, Luo Zhao closed his eyes to rest.
Li Lizhi, who was sitting across from him, pretended to look at the bustling street outside the window, but she stole glances at Luo Zhao from time to time.
On the way, Luo Zhao had been like this. He did not take the initiative to say a word to her, which made her feel a little disappointed.
She had already expressed her goodwill yesterday. If it were any other man, he would have been touched and would have tried to please her instead.
In fact, last night, he should have been unable to restrain himself and taken the initiative to barge into her room, eagerly greeting her as husband and wife.
However, this Duke Zhao in front of her still didn't panic. He didn't even try to persuade her and didn't even touch her.
This man was actually able to keep his cool. What was he thinking?
Li Lizhi was confused.
The more relaxed Luo Zhao was, the more curious Li Lizhi became about him. She was trying to guess his thoughts along the way.
"Ding, the host's emotional points have reached 130. Do you wish to proceed with the random draw?”
"Draw the lottery immediately."
Li Lizhi didn't know that Luo Zhao was talking to the system with his eyes closed.
'Ding…the lottery wheel has been activated.'
"Lucky draw completed. Congratulations to the host for obtaining the [Tai Gong Art of War].”
In the next moment, a set of data appeared in front of him.
Book Title: Tai Gong's Art of War
[Original Owner: Zhang Liang]
[Special Attribute: After the host has read it once, he will be able to comprehend all the existing military strategies.]
Luo Zhao became excited.
This 'Tai Gong's Art of War' was a wondrous book.
Legend had it that Zhang Liang was originally a paladin. He was gifted this book by an otherworldly expert. After learning the art of war, his wisdom and strategy advanced by leaps and bounds, and he became the "Sage of Strategy" that was passed down in later generations.
If Luo Zhao wanted to kill Hu Jiangong and command the three armies, he naturally couldn't rely solely on his martial arts skills. He had to be proficient in the art of war.
This 'Tai Gong Art of War' that he had won from the lottery was truly a timely help.
"Ding, the [Tai Gong Art of War] has been delivered. Please take note of it.”
As soon as the notification rang out in his mind, Luo Zhao felt that there seemed to be an additional item in his sleeve.
He reached out and found a book.
Luo Zhao opened his eyes and took out the military book, greedily chewing on it as if no one else was around.
"You don't want to read my beautiful wife, but you want to read some lousy book. Seriously…"
Li Lizhi was unhappy to see him like this and complained in her heart.
Suddenly, her heart shook as she remembered something.
Luo Zhao was the descendant of a family of generals, and his mother, Shan Yingying, was also a martial artist. She was not a well-known elite who was well-versed in poetry and books. The Luo family must have prioritized martial arts over literature.
From this speculation, although Luo Zhao's martial arts were outstanding, it was very likely that his literary talent was crude.
That was why he crammed at the last minute and started reading for no reason on the way.
"Oh no, I forgot about this. Today, the people who came to the Poetry Gathering are all talented people from all over the world. Everyone will meet with friends through literature. Everyone will have to compose poems and lyrics. At that time, if he can't do it, wouldn't he become a laughing stock…"
Li Lizhi suddenly realized something and couldn't help but worry.
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