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The little princess Yang Caiyu took Luo Zhaoyun to the palace where the Wenxiang Hall was located, where the hibiscus were everywhere, the begonias were delicate, and they were all blooming.

Here rockery waterfalls, winding corridors lying waves, green bamboo with new powder, red lotus fall old clothes.

In late autumn, the lotus flowers wither, many flowers are falling red, at this time ushered in the flowering period is hibiscus, but also begonias, autumn moon season, golden phoenix and so on.

Yang Caiyu especially likes hibiscus because it resembles a lotus flower that grows on land, so it is called a wooden lotus.

Don't be afraid that there is no companion in autumn, and the water lotus flower will bloom.

The little princess dispersed the maids and eunuchs who followed, and explained the varieties in these flower beds to Luo Zhaoyun, because she was still young, only eleven years old, and the girl's heart had just sprouted, although she knew how much the feelings between men and women were, and had a good impression and yearning for the opposite sex, but after all, she was too young and didn't know how to express it, she just explained what she liked to the person she liked, so she also hoped that he could like it and chat together, that's all.

Luo Zhaoyun looked at the little princess, just like looking at a little sister, it was really difficult to have any other thoughts, just like an unopened flower bone, which could not arouse the fascination of the flower picker.

No matter how much Yang Caiyu said, Luo Zhaoyun couldn't fit in, because his psychological age was close to thirty years old, and with eighteen-year-old Xiao Yiyi, he barely had a feeling of heterosexual love, but there was still a bit of a generation gap, and now he was really speechless to accompany a little girl.

"Luo Cheng, you have outstanding literary talents, in front of such a beautiful scenery, and with this princess by your side, don't you feel very honored, don't you write a poem to express your excitement at the moment?" Yang Caiyu suddenly chuckled.

"I'll you!" Luo Zhaoyun shouted in his heart, he had long known that this girl was not a fuel-efficient lamp, and she could still tease people.

If you change to someone else, accompanied by the body of the princess's daughter, any man in the Great Sui will be overjoyed, and it will be glorious to say it.

Luo Zhaoyun shook his head and said: "Writing poetry requires inspiration, recently I have been busy with the war, and I have not been in contact with books, which has led to a decline in talent, and it is difficult to have good sentences come out, it is a pity that I can't write it." ”

"Really, you're in the Meng's house, right?"

"Luo Cheng doesn't dare to deceive the princess!" Luo Zhaoyun didn't dare to cultivate his talent in the palace anymore, if it reached Yang Guang's ears, he would give himself small shoes to wear.

"No, I think you're perfunctory to Princess Ben!" She paused, leaned over, and lowered her voice: "Don't think I don't know, you're afraid that others will know your talent, right?" ”

Luo Zhaoyun was stunned for a moment, pretended to be in a daze, and said with a wry smile: "Of course, I have talent to let more people know, so that I can be reused and can be famous in the capital, how can I be afraid?" ”

"Hee-hee, is that really the case? Not necessarily, you are protecting yourself in Mingzhe, this word, was taught to me by the queen mother a few days ago, I always had a feeling before, thinking that you are young, all-rounder, should suppress many talents in the capital, but you are just quiet, enough is enough, I secretly asked me behind the scenes, a person is talented, but I don't want to show it all, why? The queen mother said, then it is called Mingzhe to protect himself, people who show their talents too much, are sharp, easy to die, know how to advance and retreat, have reservations, know how to precipitate, and people who are not extremely ostentatious are the ones who do great things, and they are more talented! ”

Luo Zhaoyun's expression was slightly condensed, he didn't expect an eleven-year-old girl to be so precocious, and she seemed to be very smart.

If you guessed correctly, this little princess is the future Tang Taizong's Yang concubine, first married Li Yuanji, the king of Tang Qi, after the change of Xuanwumen, she was invited to move into the East Palace because of her good relationship with the eldest grandson queen, and was gradually favored and accepted by Li Shimin, and Tang Taizong named her a concubine after ascending the throne.

Now Li Shimin is still a naughty boy, Li Yuanji has not been weaned, and Luo Zhaoyun is not sure, will history develop as before?

"The princess thinks too much, I really can't write it."

"Yes, just now in the palace, you also said that you didn't write poems in the army, but as soon as my father mentioned Yang Su, you changed your words, you are all fools when we are? Even I can see it, my father can't feel it? It's just that he seems to be quite satisfied with your performance, probably thinking that you know how to advance and retreat, right? ”

Luo Zhaoyun's face was a little embarrassed, and at the same time, he was secretly shocked in his heart, who said that people in the palace would be ignorant if they were trapped within the palace walls and did not contact outsiders?

People who grew up in this kind of imperial environment are used to hearing all kinds of intrigues and conspiracies, and they have understood many things very early, and at this time, Luo Zhaoyun feels that the royal family is not to be underestimated.

Yang Guang, Empress Xiao, princesses, princes, Yang Ji and others, none of them are fuel-efficient lamps.

The little princess laughed, with small dimples on her cheeks, long eyelashes, smart and cute, and leaned closer, her cheeks were almost touching his neck, and said softly: "Think about it, I won't tell anyone, not even my mother, I just have nothing to do to watch, now you can rest assured, right?" ”

Luo Zhaoyun hesitated in his heart, not because he felt how precious the poems were, but because he felt that constantly revealing his poetry in this way would have a pros and cons for himself.

But the little princess is like a little elf, not easy to fool, and he is not easy to offend.

"Luo Cheng, if you don't say it, I have nothing to say in front of my father, but it's enough for you. Hehe, on the contrary, if you want to satisfy me, I'll take care of it for you, and it will definitely be good for you in the future, how about it? The little princess laughed at Mimi.

Luo Zhaoyun suddenly smiled and said: "I don't know why, after communicating with the princess, Luo Mou came to have some inspiration, bring a pen." ”

The little princess smiled, her face was like a peach blossom, her dimples were charming, although she was young, but she was full of little beauty embryos, and turned around and asked the maid to bring the prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Luo Zhaoyun pondered for a moment, searched his mind, thought of half of Su Shi's words, and wrote: "Qianlin swept a yellow, only Furong was alone." It is called to resist frost and know that it is not called, but it is the most suitable frost to think about! (To be continued.) )