The Great Tang: World Martial God

At this moment, Li Hui's fighting spirit was high.

And Tang Hao was completely immersed in the horseshoe and Dali Temple, completely unaware of Li Hui's aggressive gaze.

Seeing that everyone was embarrassed, Princess Changle changed her mind and said softly.

"In that case, let's choose a poem title that has never been selected before. If spring is here, everything is born. How about we use spring as the title of the poem?"

The focus of poetry is on the literati and inkmen, who are leisurely, exchange experiences and show their talents.

Hearing this poem with a broader subject, everyone's brows stretched out.

Princess Changle smiled, glanced at the people who were relieved, and looked at Biyi.

"Sister Minglan, I have a question. You can decide the character and rhyme."

The woman in white stood up again, smiled slightly, and nodded.

Tang Hao set his gaze on the white-clothed woman, and became curious about the woman's identity.

To be worthy of the Changle Princess and sisters, the identity of this woman must be extraordinary. She looked at Chang Sun Chong with joy, and when she was watching the girl sitting next to her eldest grandson Chong, she must have a close relationship with this Chang Sun Chong.

Could it be that this woman is the girl from the grandson's family?

The white-clothed woman pondered for a few seconds, then said slowly.

"If you have rhyme, why don't you just have seven words, if you have words, why don't you just use Liu as the name?"

Everyone smiled and nodded.

The sprout of willow branches is also in the early spring, and it can also reflect Princess Changle's saying that if spring comes, everything is pregnant.

That is to say, in this verse, Liu is the topic, and the emphasis is on writing spring, and it must also be a seven-character poem.

Seeing the poem meeting rules have been set, the servants of the county mansion serving behind the seats slowly stepped forward and offered paper, pen and ink.

Tang Hao looked around, everyone at the poem meeting was thinking quietly.

And beside Li Hui, there was an empty table and chair, I don't know who was waiting for.

Seeing Tang Hao looking over, Li Hui glanced at Tang Hao, thought a little, and took the lead in picking up his pen, then swiftly writing on the paper, brushing a few splashes of ink.

After that, after thinking about it for a while, the others started to write one after another.

Those who can be invited by Li Hui, apart from their extraordinary identities, are all talented and talented women who have studied poetry and books.

This poem will be a poem, and for them, it is not too difficult to make a verse that meets the requirements.

After listening to these regulations, Tang Hao pondered in his heart and got an idea.

After all, I have read so many poems in my previous life, and now this poem is not easy to grasp.

Picking up his pen and ink, Tang Hao brewed some emotions, and then he walked away.

Although he was writing a poem by a thousand people, Tang Hao was already immersed in the meaning of the ancient poem without realizing it. A light footstep in his ear had quietly approached, and finally stopped behind him.

When the last word fell on the paper, the Tang family let out a sigh of relief, straightened his waist, and slowly put down the brush in his hand.

At this moment, Tang Hao suddenly felt that his ears exhaled like blue before he turned his head.

Turning his head at a glance, a delicate face that was close at hand suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

A breath of orchid breath, gently supporting her cheek, if it is like nothing, the girl's body fragrance that is as thin as a gossamer will not consciously penetrate into her nose, and even the few strands of the girl's blue silk have already touched her eyes.

If I only used a little force, I was afraid that I would stick to this delicate white jade surface.

Tang Hao stagnated.

The jade face slowly turned his head and stared at Tang Hao's star-like eyes. They froze in an instant. In a blink of an eye, a trace of panic appeared, and he quickly moved away, with a trace of blush climbing on his cheeks.

This person is Princess Changle, who is leaning behind Tang Hao, watching Tang Hao mention poems.

Perhaps it was too fascinating to watch. Before she knew it, Princess Changle was immersed in the thick meaning and involuntarily moved forward. A pair of beautiful eyes wandered with the stroke of the pen, eager to write the next word. So that they all looked at the others and almost made a joke in public.

Princess Chang Le stepped back, the blush on her face even worse, staring at Tang Hao blankly, her eyes facing each other.

Li Wanqing beside Tang Hao just saw this scene, and instantly stood on the spot in a daze.

Especially when I saw the blush on Princess Changle's jade face, my heart trembled involuntarily, as if being struck by something, my heart ached and felt very uncomfortable.

After looking at each other for a short time, Tang Hao took the lead to react and smiled at Princess Changle, which was regarded as apologetic.

Princess Changle also woke up and turned sideways slightly.

After all, it was born in a royal family, and the reaction speed was much faster than that of ordinary people, and it returned to normal in an instant.

When I thought of the scene just now, I still didn't realize my heartbeat speeded up, like a deer, jumping around.

Princess Changle Yushou slightly hid her face, coughed lightly, forced her composure, and said with emotion.

"The talent of Tang County is really going to fill Chang'an."

While speaking, he walked to Tang Hao again, held the paper in his hand, and picked it up.

Princess Changle's gentle and pleasant voice sounded in this empty space.

The jasper makeup becomes a tree high,

Thousands of green silk ribbons hang down.

I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves,

The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

As the princess Changle's voice sounded like a cry, everyone slowly put down their pens and looked towards Tang Hao.

Li Hui, who was still struggling to write, heard these lines of poetry and couldn't help but pause. The brush in his hand stopped on the paper, and the ink slowly fainted, smearing a large piece of paper.

Li Hui slowly raised his head, looking at Princess Changle holding the paper, his lips lightly opened, and he was reading in an accent. The eyebrow smiled, clearly expressing the meaning of endless admiration.

At this moment, even if Li Hui reacted slowly, he knew clearly that the paper in Princess Changle's hand belonged to Tang Hao. This poem was also written by Tang Hao.

Li Hui is proud of his extraordinary accomplishments in poetry and prose, looking at the entire Tang Dynasty, no matter if it is the older generation or the younger generation, there are only a handful of them that can meet his eyes.

However, at this moment, when facing this chanting willow, he suddenly felt that his poem was a joke.

"I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, the February spring breeze is like scissors."

The woman in white slowly stood up, and then read the last two sentences.

After a while, the white-clothed woman looked at Tang Hao with a complicated expression, and said with emotion.

"It is said that Tang County is only full of Chang'an. Now it seems that I am afraid that it will be full of Tang."