Fengyang Pavilion.

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

    At this time, although the king of Tang was not so luxurious, the palace was also glittering and magnificent.

    The palace of Princess Changle, the favorite daughter of the king of Tang Dynasty, is surprisingly simple and elegant, which is not commensurate with the identity of the princess.

    Tang Hao looked at the beautiful shadow in the bead curtain, neither humble nor arrogant, and bowed his hands.

    "Tang Hao goes to see your royal highness."

    The sound of indifference like smoke sounded in the bead curtain.

    "Flat."

    Pause for a second, the soft and ethereal voice in the bead curtain sounded again.

    "Come, give a seat and pour tea."

    As soon as the voice fell, a maid in waiting brought a low stool and arranged the tea.

    Tang Hao was not at ease, nor was he overwhelmed by flattery. He sat on the stool at will.

    "This is sobering tea. You have drunk a lot at the banquet. Drink it."

    The soft sound like water in the bead curtain sounded again, sandwiched in a little tenderness.

    Tang Hao didn''t refuse, so he picked up the tea and tasted it.

    "Young master Tang blocked the mouths of the ministers with a poem at the banquet. He is extremely talented. He just doesn''t know who this full of poetry and this good word follows?"

    The jade man in the bead curtain is a little curious.

    "The royal highness of the princess praised it, but Tang only read poems for several days."

    "Tang came across a wandering scholar who had been taught by him for some time. This word is also learned from him."

    Tang Hao couldn''t explain the problem for a moment. He simply made up some characters to prevaricate.

    The man in the bead curtain then asked.

    "What about archery? Who taught it?"

    Tang Hao slowly took a sip of tea and said with a faint smile.

    "The Tang Dynasty is a warrior, and there are many people in the countryside who are skilled in archery. I learned this archery from a hunter in the countryside."

    The people in the bead curtain seemed very curious and asked.

    "The Yan family who can hurt the martial arts family, your martial arts are also good. Why?"

    Tang Hao was calm and continued to make up these ethereal people to prevaricate.

    "Tang met a veteran when he was young. At his instigation, he learned some fur just for self-defense."

    These people mentioned by Tang Hao are those who "don''t have this person".

    Faint laughter came from the bead curtain.

    "There are many strange people and strange things in your hometown."

    After that, he stopped talking, as if he didn''t mean to ask again.

    Tang Hao didn''t want to keep pestering on this issue, and asked.

    "I don''t know what your royal highness is doing when you come to the grass people."

    The curtain seemed to be waiting for Tang ha to ask and said faintly.

    "The battlefield poems you wrote just now are quite exquisite, ambitious and passionate. They are all handed down treasures."

    "But these poems are too violent and murderous. I don''t like them. Can you make a song for me alone?"

    Princess Changle said that she knew the purpose of summoning Tang Hao. In fact, she wanted to ask for a pair of ink treasures.

    Tang Hao secretly breathed a sigh. It turned out that he was looking for himself to write poetry.

    After a little meditation, Princess Changle is now in her Jasper years. She is a princess with you, but she is also a girl''s mind. Most of them want to hear some love poems.

    The palace maid had already prepared the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and put them in front of Tang Hao.

    Tang Hao picked up his pen and inscribed it.

    When is the moon?

    Ask Qingtian about the wine.

    I don''t know what season it would be in the heavens on this night.

    I want to go back in the wind, and I''m afraid that the Qionglou Yuyu will be very cold at the height.

    Dancing with clear shadows is like being in the world.

    The moon rounds the red mansion Stoops to silk-pad doors, Shines upon the sleepless Bearing no grudge.

    Why does the moon tend to be full when people are apart?

    People may have sorrow or joy, be near or far apart, the moon may be dim or bright, wax or wane, This has been going on since the beginning of time.

    May we all be blessed with longevity. Though far apart, we are still able to share the beauty of the moon together..

    After Tang Hao wrote, he blew the wet handwriting on his mouth and handed it to the palace maid.

    The palace maid respectfully handed the scroll to Princess Changle of the Pearl curtain.

    Princess Changle carefully held the ink and read it out softly.

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

    It reads catchy, but being in the world is like a fairyland.

    "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has a full moon."

    Princess Changle read it over and over again, with a trace of joy in her eyes.

    "Tang Hao, this word is well written."

    "The artistic conception is bold and unrestrained, and the mood is optimistic. When the last stroke turns, it is actually to place hope on relatives and friends, which can be described as a stroke of genius."

    "Even my mind is unknowingly open-minded."

    Listening to Hao''s undisguised appreciation, Tang Hao didn''t know how to answer for a moment.

    At this time, Princess Changle, who had been sitting in the curtain, opened the Pearl curtain, walked lightly and came out slowly.

    Tang Hao saw the peerless face of the legendary head of the three beauties in Chang''an.

    In an instant, Tang Hao felt a slight shock in his heart and was stunned.

    Miaoman''s posture is like that of a fairy in the painting, growing lotus step by step.

    On that pale cheek, the finely carved facial features are almost impeccable. Every subtle action seems to have endless magic, which has fascinated men all over the world.

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

    The voice of indifference like smoke quietly spread to Tang Hao''s ears.

    Tang Hao took back his mind and said faintly, "Your Highness just reminds the grass people of a poem."

    "A poem? Tell me?"

    Princess Changle used to be a joke. She never thought that Tang Hao had another poem. There was a surprise in my heart.

    Tang Hao held his head high and held his hand. He looked like a scholar and said slowly.

    "Out of the mud without dyeing, clean the ripples without demons."

    Princess Changle was stunned.

    Bing Xueming''s clever girl suddenly realized that Tang Hao compared her to a holy Lotus by comparing things to people.

    Repeated chanting on both sides, the color of joy in the eyes of Princess Changle is even more, Tao.

    "It''s not bad for my talent in the Tang Dynasty. It''s the best compliment I''ve 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 suddenly turned pale, coughed a few times and shook her body.

    "Princess highness!"

    Tang Hao hurriedly got up and didn''t care to think about it. He took a step forward to help Princess Changle.