Martial Sage

Fengyang Pavilion.

Stepping into the palace gate, a simple and elegant atmosphere came into view.

Although the king of Tang was not so luxurious at this time, the palace was still golden and magnificent.

But Tang Wang's most beloved daughter, Princess Changle's palace was surprisingly simple and elegant, and it didn't quite match the identity of the princess.

Tang Hao looked at the shadows in the bead curtain, neither humble nor overbearing, cupped hands said.

"Tang Hao pays homage to His Royal Highness the princess."

The indifferent sound of smoke sounded inside the bead curtain.

"Be flat."

After a one-second pause, the ethereal voice sounded softly inside the bead curtain.

"Come on, give a seat, pour tea."

As soon as the voice fell, a court lady brought a low stool and arranged tea.

Tang Hao was not restrained, nor flattered, sitting on the stool casually.

"This is sober tea. See if you drank a lot of wine at the banquet, please drink it."

The soft sound like water inside the bead curtain sounded again, sandwiching a little gentleness.

Tang Hao didn't refuse, and picked up the tea and savoured it carefully.

"A poem of Tang Gongzi blocked the mouths of the ministers at the banquet. He was extremely talented. I just don't know who the book of poems and this good character came from?"

The jade person in the bead curtain has a hint of curiosity.

"His Royal Highness is absurdly praised, Tang Mou just read a few more poems and books."

"Tang ran into a wandering scribe who had been taught by him for a while, and this word was also learned by him."

Tang Hao couldn't explain this problem for a while, and simply made up some fictional characters to prevaricate.

The person inside the bead curtain then asked.

"What about this archery? Who taught it again."

Tang Hao slowly took a sip of tea and smiled faintly.

"In the Tang Dynasty, there are still martial artists, and there are some people who are skilled in archery in the countryside. I learned archery from a hunter in the countryside."

The people inside the bead curtain seemed to be extremely curious, asked.

"You can hurt the Yin family of the Martial Dao family, your martial arts are not bad, why is this?"

Tang Hao calmly and calmly continued to make up these illusory people to prevaricate.

"Tang once met a veteran when he was young, and he learned something about it, just for self-defense."

The people mentioned by Tang Hao were all people who "checked no such person."

There was a faint laughter from the bead curtain.

"Your hometown, really crouching tiger, hidden dragon, there are so many strange people and strange things."

After speaking, he stopped speaking, as if he had no intention of further questioning.

Tang Hao didn't want to continue entanglement on this issue, and asked.

"I wonder why your Royal Highness is looking for Caomin to come here?"

The curtain seemed to be waiting for Tang Ha to ask, and said lightly.

"The poems on the battlefield you wrote just now are quite subtle, lofty, passionate, and passionate, but they are all treasures handed down."

"It's just that these poems are too hostile and have a strong murderous intent. I don't like it. Can you make a separate first for me?"

Princess Changle knew why Tang Hao had been summoned, but she actually wanted to ask for a pair of calligraphy.

Tang Hao secretly breathed out, it turned out that he was looking for himself to write poems.

After pondering for a moment, Princess Changle is now in the Jade Age. She is a princess but she is also a young girl. Most of them want to hear some love poems.

The maid had already prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone and placed it in front of Tang Hao.

Tang Hao picked up the pen and inscribed.

When is the bright moon?

Ask Qingtian about the wine.

I don't know what year is the heavenly palace.

I want to take the wind to return, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be very cold from the heights.

Dancing clear shadow, like in the world.

Transfer to Zhu Pavilion, low Qi household, according to sleepless.

There should be no hate, what is the long time to go to the other time?

People have sorrows and joys, and the moon is cloudy and clear. This matter is hard to come by in ancient times.

Nung, moon and new moon.

After Tang Hao finished writing, he blew the wet handwriting on his lips, and handed his hand to the palace lady.

The maid handed the scroll respectfully to Princess Changle of Zhulian.

Princess Changle held the calligraphy cautiously, and read it out softly.

The sentence is short, the meaning of the word is clear, and the language is simple, but full of imagination.

It is catchy to read, but it is like a fairyland in the world.

"People have sorrows and joys, and the moon is cloudy and sunny."

Princess Chang Le read it over and over again, with a hint of joy in her eyes.

"Tang Hao, this word is very well written."

"The artistic conception is bold and optimistic. The final stroke of the pen is changed, and the excuse for the moon is actually to place hope on relatives and friends. It can be described as a magical pen."

"Even my xinxing is not even more open-minded."

Listening to this unabashed admiration, Tang Hao didn't know how to answer for a while.

At this moment, Princess Chang Le, who had been sitting inside the curtain, pulled the bead curtain away, walked lightly, and walked out slowly.

Tang Hao's eyes were greeted by the outstanding face of the legendary head of the three beauties in Chang'an.

In an instant, Tang Hao's heart shook slightly, and he felt a little dumbfounded.

Miao Man's posture looks like Fairy in the painting, with lotus growing every step of the way.

On the slightly pale cheeks, the finely crafted facial features are simply impeccable, and every subtle movement seems to have endless magic power, which has made the world's men fascinated by it.

"What? Do you think I'm not as good-looking as your heroine?"

The indifferent voice quietly reached Tang Hao's ears.

Tang Hao retracted his mind and said lightly: "His Royal Highness reminded Caomin of a poem."

"A poem? Let's listen to it?"

Princess Changle was a joke, but she never thought that Tang Hao actually had a poem again. There was a surprise in my heart.

Tang Hao raised his head and held his hand, quite like a scribe, slowly said.

"Out of the silt but not stained, clear and clear but not demon."

Princess Changle was taken aback.

Bingxue was smart and she understood in an instant. Tang Hao used things as a metaphor for people, comparing her to a holy Lotus flower.

Repeated chanting on both sides, the joy of Princess Changle's eyes became even greater, said.

"It's not a loss for me, a talented man from the Tang Dynasty, and his words are in a chapter. This is the best compliment I have ever heard."

Princess Changle was so happy that she couldn't help laughing, and her beautiful face became more and more moving.

Suddenly, Princess Changle's face changed, her originally pale face instantly turned pale, she coughed a few times, and her figure shook.

"your Highness!"

Tang Hao hurriedly got up, without thinking too much, stepped forward and wanted to hold Princess Changle in hold.

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