Gently stroking Jiang Wan'er's cheek, Zhao Hao said softly: "Your Majesty, I have been very interested in Yuefu poetry for a while, so I tried to write a few lines."
"It is appropriate to give it to Your Majesty at this moment."
Jiang Wan'er blinked her beautiful eyes and couldn't help but whispered, "Have you studied Yuefu poetry?"
Zhao Hao said: "I just briefly understood it, but not too deeply. Compared with the poems nowadays, although the form seems much simpler, it also has its own unique interest."
"It's more direct, purer, more simple, and more able to speak one's mind directly and frankly."
Jiang Wan'er's beautiful eyes flickered: "You are right. To be honest, compared with the current poetry, I actually like poetry more."
"Of course, I also like the poems you wrote, but there are very few people like you who can write poems that are spread all over the world."
Zhao Hao said: "When I have time, I will study how to write a fu."
Jiang Wan'er rolled her eyes at him and said, "You're just making it up. Hurry up and take out the poem you wrote."
Zhao Hao smiled and nodded, then half turned around and reached for paper and pen, but found that even having paper and pen was of no use.
Because he sat on the left side of the desk, even if he got paper and pen, he could only write with his left hand.
As for his left hand, he had never practiced it...
If I want to write it down, I have to let Jiang Wan'er go first.
But he couldn't bear to do so.
If you don't need to write it down, but just say it out loud, it seems that it's not cool enough.
This really gave him a difficult time.
However, he was only troubled for a moment before he immediately thought of a solution.
Otherwise, he would be called the light of scumbags.
This little situation.
Not a problem at all.
I only heard him say softly, "Your Majesty, can I sit down and write?"
Jiang Wan'er snorted when she heard this: "Whatever you say!"
Seeing her permission, Zhao Hao still kept one arm around her waist and slowly got down from the desk.
Originally, he only sat half of his butt up, not very firmly.
Seeing that he didn't let go, Jiang Wan'er was amused. She stretched out her slender white jade fingers and gently tapped his forehead.
"You won't let go of this?"
Zhao Hao pursed his lips and smiled: "I can't let go at all!"
As he said this, he turned around and sat on Jiang Waner's chair.
Then he gently pulled Jiang Wan'er into his arms and let her sit on his lap.
He tried to stand up immediately, but Zhao Hao's arms were like pliers.
Halfway through trying, he sat down again and glared at Zhao Hao unhappily.
Feeling the invincible elasticity and softness, Zhao Hao was simply stunned.
"Your Majesty, don't move yet. Just watch me write."
As he spoke, he leaned forward, picked up a pen, and began to write on the paper.
It’s evil!
I want to know you.
Live long and never decline.
The mountains have no ridges,
The river has run dry.
Winter thunder roars,
Summer rain and snow.
Heaven and earth unite,
I dare to break off with you.
This poem became famous in the past because of a TV series that was popular for many years.
From an eighty-year-old man to a three-year-old child, regardless of whether they have been educated or not, as long as there is a TV at home, basically everyone knows about it.
However, at this moment, using it here, is quite appropriate.
The feeling is right, the mood is right, the emotion is right, and the people are right.
Every time Zhao Hao wrote a sentence, Jiang Wan'er read it softly.
After the whole poem was written, Jiang Wan'er also finished reading it.
Her beautiful eyes fell directly on the paper, on every word on it.
It was as if I had forgotten to breathe.
She could clearly feel Zhao Hao's sincerity in every sentence.
If I didn't have such thoughts in my mind, I would never be able to write such poems.
"The mountain has no peak,"
"The river is dry."
"Winter thunder roars,"
"Xia Yuxue."
"Heaven and earth unite,"
"I dare to break off with you."
Jiang Wan'er slowly turned her head, looked at Zhao Hao, and took a deep breath.
"This is the letter of guarantee you wrote to me."
"I accept it."
Zhao Hao's eyes widened when he heard this: "And then?"
Jiang Wan'er snorted, "If you dare one day... I will take this letter of guarantee and punish you!"
Zhao Hao smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I thought His Majesty would be very moved after reading this poem, but I didn't expect it to become a handle."
Jiang Wan'er was about to stand up from Zhao Hao's legs, but was hugged by Zhao Hao again.
He put down his right hand, which had put down the pen, and placed it on Jiang Wan'er's jade back, holding her in his arms.
Jiang Wan'er's eyes fell on the desk, looking at the poem on the paper, and let Zhao Hao hug her.
The two of them didn't speak for a long time. After an unknown amount of time, the clock in the inner hall rang.
It's already nine o'clock in the evening.
Jiang Wan'er then said, "I'm a little hungry. Please eat something with me."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Hao nodded, then reluctantly let her go and stood up from the chair.
The midnight snack is simple, just a bowl of white porridge and two side dishes.
The two of them sat opposite each other, just like an ordinary couple from an ordinary family.
After eating, Jiang Wan'er said, "Let's go to Yuxiu Pavilion. If that girl knows that you came to the palace but didn't go to see her, she will definitely come after you."
Zhao Hao nodded: "Okay, Your Majesty should also rest early."
As he said that, he walked over, put his arms around Jiang Wan'er's waist again, and then gently kissed her smooth forehead.
After watching Zhao Hao leave, Jiang Wan'er walked back to the desk, sat down on the chair, reached out and gently picked up the poem, and began to recite it quietly again.
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