The Great Tang: World Martial God

The grandson queen strolled around the wedding room in a leisurely courtyard.

In the eyes, a sycamore tree is luxuriant, and a leaf swaying in the wind falls on the blue-tiled roof under the tree, making it more quiet and quiet.

This is the study room.

Coming to the outside of the study, Empress Changsun lifted her skirt lightly and walked in.

The two maids beside them were also reminded by the subtle movements of the grandson queen, and they both slowed down for fear of breaking the tranquility.

A thin and handsome figure leaned forward in front of the desk, immersed in his studies.

At this moment, Tang Hao was looking at a military book, reading eagerly, his expression as if a devout believer was standing in front of the idol, focused and respectful. So that even the slight footsteps coming from behind were unaware of it.

Tang Hao has been immersed in this study for the past few days except eating and sleeping.

Writing poems and splashing ink is a way to show yourself, improve your personality, and promote yourself.

But reading can let him know more about this era and learn more from it.

In addition to the Analects of the Mean and the Four Books and Five Classics, he also read through some historical books, various customs, exotic anecdotes, and all.

I prefer to study the art of war strategy.

Although he has integrated the "Sun Bin Art of War" and has initially mastered some military strategies, these can only be a seventh rank deputy lieutenant.

Seventh rank deputy lieutenant?

This is not Tang Hao's ambition.

Throughout the ages, the general is just a sword in the hands of the emperor, and his ambitions are far more than that.

It just so happens that there are countless books in the Li Mansion, and it is quite comprehensive, with everything you need.

Tang Hai was immersed in this endless sea of ​​books and drew nourishment frantically from it.

Seeing Tang Hao's concentration, Empress Longsun smiled in relief and praised her heartfeltly in her heart.

"It's been a long time since I saw anyone reading this way. Datang Quede is such an enterprising young man who strives to be motivated..."

Empress Changsun quietly exited the room, saw Li Wanqing who was following, and looked at the wedding room again.

"Let's go over there and talk."

In response, Li Wan quietly followed Empress Changsun.

When passing by the wing next to the wedding room, Queen Changsun paused.

"There are people living here?"

Seeing Empress Longsun pointed to the wing room where Tang Hao lived, Li Wanqing thought quickly in her mind for a while.

Today, I saw the queen praised Tang Hao's day shift. If I know that I seem to be a husband and wife, I'm afraid I will blame it.

Thoughtful Li Wanqing thought of the scene when she rushed into the wing with her sword, and then thought of an answer.

"Ni Niangniang, this is where Tang...husband practiced calligraphy."

Empress Changsun didn't pay attention to Li Wanqing's temporary change of words at all, but said lightly.

"Then go take a look."

As he said, he walked towards the wing room.

Along the way, Li Wanqing felt anxious, as if she were a thief. This was the first time she lied to the royal family!

On that day, I only found scraps of paper scattered on the ground, and didn't pay attention. I didn't expect that I would casually say that the queen would go to the room to have a look!

After entering the wing room, Empress Changsun glanced at the case.

A stack of manuscript paper was randomly stacked on the table, and some scattered on the ground.

These manuscripts are poems written by Tang Hao on a whim, of course, more poems of later generations.

Empress Changsun glanced at the manuscripts scattered under her feet, only to feel that most of the scattered ones were also inferior, and she didn't care.

Possessed, picked up one and glanced at it in his hand.

Just this glance made her disapproval to surprise.

Zhu Lips lightly opened, his eyes sinking deeply into it, and he said slowly.

Rizhao incense burner produces purple smoke.

Look at the waterfall Kakemaegawa from afar.

Fei Liu went down three thousand feet.

It is suspected that the Milky Way falls for nine days.

Empress Changsun is full of emotions, and the ups and downs of her recitation made this poem seem spiritual.

"Flying down three thousand feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way falls for nine days."

Repeatedly reading these two verses, as if being on the scene, watching the crystal clear water fall from the sky, venting, splashing, majestic, majestic and magnificent.

Especially a suspicious word, giving people unlimited reverie, the whole poem has a feeling of being out of the ordinary.

"Wonderful."

Empress Changsun slowly looked away from the slightly crumpled paper, her thoughts still stuck on the poem.

Li Wanqing behind him was also immersed in the last two verses that were utterly utterly utterly powerful at this time.

His eyes were in a trance, and his heart was uncertain.

"This...is this really a poem he wrote? How could he have such a literary talent?"

Since the last time I was in the lotus pond, I have admired this Xianggong, and it is really amazing to hear such magnificent poems today.

Why don't these psalms usually notice it?

While thinking about it, I only heard the empress of the grandson muttering to herself.

"A few short sentences can express the magnificent beauty of the waterfall incisively and vividly, and this poem is enough to shock the Tang Dynasty, leaving those sour and rotten talents far behind."

Suddenly, the Empress of the Tang Dynasty showed a knowing smile, her lips raised lightly, and she carefully folded the manuscript paper in her hand and put it in her arms.

Empress Changsun turned around and looked at Li Wanqing, and said cheerfully.

"Wanqing, come with me, I have something to say to you."