"Are you coveting my appearance?"
Li Lizhi gently stroked her face, blushing a little. Although she was a little disappointed, she was still relieved.
Although this answer was not the perfect answer in his heart, it sounded much better than the excuse of his parents 'orders.
Women were born to love beauty. Who didn't like others to admire their looks?
Concubine Yang's eyes flickered with doubt, but she shook her head and smiled.""This answer isn't very convincing.”
"If it was any other noble who coveted Changle's looks, I would understand.
But Zhao 'er, you're different. You're skilled in both martial arts and martial arts, and you're a genius.
Since ancient times, all the geniuses had pride in their hearts. How could they be messed up just because of their looks?”
Concubine Yang was indeed someone who had witnessed the change of dynasties. Her eyes were like torches.
"Consort mother, you've really praised me too much. Isn't there a saying that a hero can't withstand a beauty? Moreover, your son isn't a hero, he's just a commoner.”
Luo Zhao smiled faintly and mocked himself.
Concubine Yang's bright eyes flickered as she examined the young man in front of her. From his self-deprecating manner, she could see a hint of cynicism.
She boasted that she had seen countless people and had the ability to see through people's hearts. Even the emperor was inferior to her, but she could not see clearly what kind of shrewdness was hidden in the young man in front of her.
"This child is young but his shrewdness is quite deep…"
She nodded slightly and cursed in her heart.
Luo Zhao filled her cup with tea and asked with a smile,""From what Consort Mother said just now, it seems like there is something else I have come for.”
Concubine Yang's expression returned to its loving state, but she said,""Your poetry is outstanding, and your calligraphy is deeply inherited by the Sage of Calligraphy. I came here this time to ask for a few of your poems and take them back to share with your father.”
"Consort Mother's words are too serious, then this subject can only embarrass himself.”
Luo Zhao naturally wouldn't refuse. He immediately raised his hand, wanting to call the maidservant over to grind it.
"There's no need to trouble others. I'll grind it for you.”
After Concubine Yang finished speaking, she rolled up her sleeves and actually personally ground it for him.
This scene not only caused Luo Zhao's eyes to twitch slightly, but even Li Lizhi, who was outside the window, was shocked.
With Concubine Yang's status and status, as well as being an elder, she was willing to put down her status and take the initiative to grind for a junior in order to ask for a few pieces of Luo Zhao's calligraphy.
In Li Lizhi's memory, Concubine Yang had never treated anyone so well.
Even her biological son, the King of Shu, Li Ke, had never enjoyed such treatment.
"Ugh, if only mother could treat the prince consort like Concubine Yang…"
Li Lizhi saw this and sighed in her heart.
Luo Zhao was stunned for a moment before he regained his composure. He dipped his brush in ink and looked at the paper in deep thought.
"No rush, take your time."
Concubine Yang said softly.
She was also a scholar. Of course, she knew that most of the world-shocking masterpieces in this world could be read in one go, but most of them were written by scholars who had to carefully consider the words and sentences and spend a lot of effort to come up with them.
Even after writing it, he would need to revise it over time before he could refine it into a masterpiece.
As for those who wrote on the spot, most of them already had a draft in their minds.
Throughout the ages, only a genius like Cao Zhi could compose a poem on the spot and create a masterpiece.
Concubine Yang's voice had just fallen when Luo Zhao's brush moved like a dragon and snake, as if he didn't even think before writing a poem.
Concubine Yang stopped grinding her ink and looked at Luo Zhao in surprise. She didn't expect him to be able to compose a poem in an instant.
This hasty poem couldn't have been done perfunctorily to deal with an errand, right…
Concubine Yang frowned slightly, feeling a little displeased.
"The poem has been written.”
Luo Zhao blew on the ink a few times and handed it to Concubine Yang with both hands.
Concubine Yang remained calm as she took the paper and looked down.
Just one glance!
The displeasure in Concubine Yang's heart and the surprise in her eyes instantly dissipated.
It was as if he had discovered a new continent.
"The famous flowers are so beautiful that they can topple the country.
Explain the infinite hatred of the spring breeze, and lean against the railing of the fragrant pavilion…"
Concubine Yang chanted the poem in a low voice. Her eyes changed and she was lost in thought for a moment, as if she was immersed in the poem.
Outside the window, Li Lizhi was also lost in thought when she heard the poem.
After a while, Concubine Yang came back to her senses and couldn't help but smile.
This poem was specially written to praise her, and Luo Zhao was quite thoughtful.
What surprised her was that Luo Zhao could not only write frontier poems like "Leaving the Fortress", but he could also write palace poems like this.
The two styles were completely different, yet he was able to write a stunning and unparalleled realm. This kind of literary talent was truly inconceivable and rare in the world.
" I've experienced two dynasties and read countless poems. This is the most stunning palace poem I've ever seen in my life…"
Concubine Yang held it in her hands, unable to put it down.
After a long time, she put down the poem and looked at Luo Zhao in amazement.
"Zhao 'er, I didn't expect your poetry to have reached such a level. From ancient times until now, only Cao Zizhi from back then could compare to you.”
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