The carriage stopped with a creak and arrived at the Prince of Wei's residence.
Luo Zhao put away Tai Gong's Art of War and got up to get out of the car.
It was too late for Li Lizhi to worry. She could only get off the carriage with a trace of uneasiness.
"Aiya, brother-in-law is here. Please come in.”
The King of Wei, Li Tai, came to welcome him personally with a big smile on his face. He was very friendly and enthusiastic.
The guest followed the host's instructions. Luo Zhao said a few polite words and calmly stepped into the Wei Manor.
Before he left, he suddenly thought of something and turned around to offer his hand to Li Lizhi.
Li Lizhi hesitated for a moment before she smiled and placed her hand on Luo Zhao's palm. The couple walked in hand in hand.
Since they had agreed to be husband and wife on the surface, they still had to put in a lot of effort to maintain their reputation. In this aspect, Luo Zhao was still a trustworthy person.
Stepping into the Wei Prince Manor, the main hall was already filled with people.
Li Tai loved literature and had a collection of tens of thousands of books in his mansion. He had even personally presided over the compilation of the Records of the Land, which had caused a sensation in the Tang literary world.
As such, Li Tai had quite the appeal among the scholars.
He held a poetry meet, and many scholars in Chang 'an, especially young talents, naturally came to support him. It was like a literary event.
Luo Zhao's arrival didn't cause a commotion. On the contrary, it attracted many gazes.
This was no wonder. Although Luo Zhao's martial arts were peerless, he had no achievements in the literary world. There were no stunning poems that were circulated.
In the eyes of these scholars, even if Luo Zhao had the courage of Xiang Yu, it was not as worthy of their pursuit as a good poem.
"Imperial brother, what are those hanging on the walls?”Li Lizhi pointed around and asked.
Li Tai explained with a smile," These are the masterpieces of the scholars. I've specially chosen the best of them and displayed them for everyone to appreciate."”
Li Lizhi was the daughter of the emperor and had read a lot of poetry books. Naturally, she was interested and pulled Luo Zhao around to admire those poems.
Luo Zhao wasn't interested, but he was patient and accompanied her here and there.
The Great Tang was a flourishing age of poetry, producing countless great poets and passing down countless works. Luo Zhao naturally knew of this.
However, the Great Tang was just born, and many famous poets had yet to be born. The world of poetry had only just begun to stir.
Luo Zhao casually glanced at them. Those poems were indeed a legacy of the Six Dynasties. They only cared about words, but they were flashy and empty.
"Good poem, it can be called a masterpiece.”
"Yes, the rhythm and words of this poem are all of the best quality. It is indeed a wonderful poem.”
"As expected of Young Master Zhangsun. He's skilled in both martial arts and martial arts. He'll definitely be a talented general in the future.”
A few steps away, a group of young talents surrounded one of the poems and praised it endlessly.
Li Lizhi was curious and went closer.
Although the young talents looked down on Luo Zhao, they immediately gave way when the number one beauty of Chang 'an, Princess Changle, arrived.
Li Lizhi held Luo Zhao's hand and came to the poem.
Those talented poets looked at Luo Zhao with eyes filled with hostility and jealousy.
What's so good about Luo Cheng? He's just a martial artist. How can he be worthy of Princess Changle?
The hearts of all the geniuses echoed the same thought.
Luo Zhao could guess what these jealous scholars were thinking. He sneered in his heart and wrapped his arms around Li Lizhi's waist.
Li Lizhi's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but feel dizzy.
She didn't expect Luo Zhao to suddenly be so close to her in such a public place, and she couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
However, she was secretly happy in her heart, so she remained calm and moved closer to Luo Zhao.
The group of young talents saw this and felt sour in their hearts, but there was nothing they could do.
Zhangsun Chong, who was not far away, saw this scene. He felt so sour that his bones were about to melt. The teacup in his hand also made cracking sounds.
The number one beauty of Chang Le, the daughter of the Tang Empire, should have been his wife.
But now, she was snatched away by that Luo fellow and was even showing off their affection in front of him.
"A martial artist, is he worthy of commenting on my poems?"
Zhangsun Chong snorted coldly and downed the tea in his cup.
When the tea entered his throat, it seemed even more bitter than usual.
"Fuma, this poem is hanging a little high. Can you help me take it down and take a look?”
Li Lizhi gently shook Luo Zhao's arm and pleaded with a faint smile.
Luo Zhao couldn't refuse, so he pinched the poem and exerted some force.
Chi la la ~~
He had forgotten that he had the divine power to carry the cauldron. He had accidentally used too much strength and actually tore the poem apart.
The surrounding geniuses were instantly stunned.
In the next moment, a commotion broke out.
"What does he mean? Why did he tear up Young Master Zhangsun's poem?”
"Could it be that he's jealous of Young Master Zhangsun's literary talent and did this on purpose?”
"That's most likely the case. He has a grudge with Young Master Zhangsun.”
"This person is too petty. It's just a poem, and he can't tolerate it.”
The young talents discussed among themselves, and all kinds of disdainful gazes gathered on Luo Zhao.
Zhangsun Chong saw that his masterpiece had been torn apart by Luo Zhao and was instantly ignited like a powder keg. He jumped up, pushed away the crowd, and rushed in front of Luo Zhao.
"Luo Zhao, what do you mean? Why did you deliberately tear up my poem?”
Li Lizhi was annoyed and naturally wanted to protect her husband. She shouted,"Zhangsun Chong, why are you being so fierce? The Fuma didn't do it on purpose.”
At this moment, a system notification sounded in Luo Zhao's mind.
"Ding! System scan. The host has triggered the Black Pot. If the host takes the blame, he will receive a random reward.”
Luo Zhao was amused.
How could he not take the blame if he could trigger the black pot like this?
Luo Zhao slowly tore the poem into pieces and said indifferently,""That's right, I tore it off on purpose. What do you want?”
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