Zhang Changzong flipped through the pages in front of Qi Xiaoyue, "Qi Shangwen, you see, this is just a picture album."

Wu Zetian, who was standing beside him, said: "Xiaoyue has always been fussy. Can Liulang still be bad for me?"

Qi Xiaoyue said in a silence: "I am wrong, please punish me!"

Wu Zetian waved his hand and said, "Go out, don't disturb my interest."

Qi Xiaoyue withdrew from the curtain, and the other palace ladies also returned to their place.

Wu Zetian asked with a smile: "What kind of book is Liulang's hand? This shape looks a bit strange."

Zhang Zongchang sat in front of the bed and said, "Weichen is not reading books, but a popular picture album. It is quite interesting to us to use it to relieve the boredom of me."

"Oh, let me see it too."

Zhang Changzong immediately held the album in front of Wu Zetian. Wu Zetian took it with both hands, glanced at the pages of the book and frowned. When he opened the pages, he immediately followed a five-character poem.

Wu Zetian immediately stretched his eyebrows and said softly: "The hair is seven feet long, and I can pull out the interior decoration; I don't know how to sleep on the pillow, and I feel the fragrance of green clouds..." Her voice was gentle and gentle, with a faint smile on her face, as if she was very enjoying it.

Wu Zetian is a poet who loves poetry. She herself is a poet and has a very high level.

There were so many amazing poets in the Tang Dynasty because of their admiration for poetry, the higher the society, the more they were.

The royal family standing at the top of the pyramid is no exception. Li Er, Li Zhi and Wu Zetian can write poems. Although Li Xian's "Huangtai Melon" is not gorgeous and magnificent, his sad and sad feelings make people feel deeply, and he is also very well-known in later generations.

The unlucky emperor Li Xian also had many poems passed down, and of course it was very likely that Shangguan Wan'er was catching a knife; Li Longji was also a poet. Although he killed Shangguan Wan'er, he did not forget to organize a collection of poems for Shangguan Wan'er. Later, he could tolerate Li Bai to be presumptuous in the hall, which was because of his admiration for poetry and poets.

After chanting this poem "Ten Xiang Ci", Wu Zetian couldn't help but praise: "The literary talent of this poem is quite good and has exquisite ideas, and it is a rare and good poem."

Zhang Changzong replied: "This poem is dirty and cannot be praised by the saint."

"A good poem is a good poem. No matter whether it is dirty or not, who made this poem?"

"Yan Wei, Yan Boling's grandson, a prodigal son who spends all day in brothels."

Wu Zetian raised his eyebrows, "Yan Boling has such a grandson? It looks like a poem written by a man who has been hanging around in a brothel all day!"

Zhang Changzong smiled and said, "Sometimes ago, this man also drew a picture of the erotic palace and built Yan Boling's seal to sell it to the brothel. I heard that Yan Boling has been square all his life. If he knew that such an unfilial descendant had ruined his reputation, he would be so angry that he would climb out of the tomb."

Wu Zetian laughed loudly when she heard this, "Liu Lang is really good at joking!"

She said that, lowered her head and continued to look around. She flipped through five or six pages like the one Lu, and then slowed down her movements, but there was no anger on her face, only a touch of playful smile, she chuckled from time to time, and looked back from time to time. There was no need to ask that she had discovered the pit that Yan Wei dug.

When she finished reading the last page, her face still looked unsatisfied, and she looked up at Zhang Changzong and said, "Where is the next volume?"

"How did the saint know that there is another book?"

Wu Zetian pointed the album with his finger, "It is clearly written on it 'to be continued'!"

Zhang Changzong said: "The saint is wise and there is indeed another book. It has just started selling it in the market. The servants in Weichen's family lined up to buy it but didn't buy it. In the end, they bought it at a high price from the tooth shop. They just delivered it to the palace in the evening and haven't had time to read it."

Wu Zetian took the picture album and patted Zhang Changzong's head, "Where are so many nonsense coming from? Why don't you go and pick it up quickly!"

"Here!" Zhang Changzong responded and turned around and left. He came back after a stick of incense. In addition to having an extra picture album in his hand, he also changed into a piece of clothes, and there was no smell of sweat on his body. It was obvious that he had taken a shower in a hurry.

After taking the brand new album from Zhang Changzong, Wu Zetian asked, "You said just now that many people bought this album?"

Zhang Changzong replied: "As far as I know, this first volume was sold in Luoyang only for five or six thousand volumes. In addition, Chang'an, Yangzhou and other places may have to sell more than 10,000 copies."

Wu Zetian frowned with the word Sichuan, "So many! How can merchants have time to draw?"

"Weichen heard that merchants have secret skills. Painting is as simple as taking off a bowl. A young man who does not understand the pen and ink can draw hundreds or ten volumes a day."

Wu Zetian snorted coldly: "These families have such secret skills but use them to paint and sell them for money. It is really a violent way to send heavenly things!"

Zhang Changzong replied: "Sacrifice calms down. These secret techniques do not come from any aristocratic family, but from Yan Wei."

"Is this actually a deal from the Yan family?"

Zhang Changzong pondered for a moment and said, "I dare not deceive the saints. This is not the business of the Yan family. It is said that it is Princess Taiping's business. Yan Wei is a visitor of the Princess' Mansion and is just a caretaker of the Princess' Mansion."

Wu Zetian dared not believe it, "It turned out to be a peaceful business? I will call her to the palace to ask." She said, turning the pages again, and the beginning was still a matter. Wu Zetian whispered: "The brocade ser is fifty strings, one string and one pillar are all in my mind..."

Her voice became weaker and weaker. When she was thinking of "This love can be remembered, but it was already lost at that time", she was already speechless. Good poems may not make people amazed, but they will definitely resonate with the spirit.

Wu Zetian glanced down, wanting to see who resonated with him, but seeing that his name was originally confused, his eyes immediately widened, "It was Yan Boling!"

When the wealthy ladies and the young ladies of the deep boudoir became the audience of "The Palace of the Kings", Yan Wei realized that he needed to make some high-end, elegant and high-end poems to fill the scene, which was also powerful lethal for those men who could read.

Such a stunning and beautiful poem will definitely be passed down by word of mouth as soon as it is born. People who are good at poetry must ask the author. Yan Wei is still somewhat sensible and dare not sign his name. Yan Liben, who has passed away, is the best choice. Anyway, it cannot be verified. As for Li Shangyin, who has not yet been born, Yan Wei can only avenge him.

Wu Zetian frowned and looked puzzled and regretful, "I have known Yan Boling for many years. I only know that he is good at painting and never thought that he has such a poetic talent, but he has never seen him reveal it."

Zhang Changzong said: "I heard that Yan Boling warned his descendants to focus on classics and history during his lifetime and not learn to paint."

What he said implicitly was that Yan Liben was good at painting, but Taizong often summoned him to the palace to paint. If he was good at writing poetry, there would be another thing that was called by the emperor to drink, so that he would not reveal it.

Wu Zetian smiled and said, "I also know this. This is the fault of Emperor Taizong. I have always felt that Yan Boling is diligent and loyal. I didn't expect that he is still a stubborn temper. It's a pity that I never asked him for advice back then."

She looked up and ordered outside the curtain: "Xiaoyue, I will summon Taiping early tomorrow morning and ask her to take Yan Wei to the palace to see me!"
Chapter completed!