Reborn in the Water Margin as emperor, built tanks to level the world

It's no wonder that Master Li said this, because at this time, Zhao Ji kept hiding on Master Li's side, using Master Li's body as much as possible to block Li Qingzhao's gaze.

And what about Li Qingzhao?

Since just now, it has been as if someone else had cast a immobilizing spell on him.

He kept looking straight at Zhao Ji with his straight eyes.

It was as if he wanted to stare Zhao Ji to death with all his strength.

In fact, Zhao Ji himself wanted to explain clearly the misunderstanding just now.

But when the words came to his lips, he still didn't know how to speak.

After all, he couldn't tell Master Li so straightforwardly because I just recognized Li Qingzhao as another concubine in the palace.

So when he greeted her, he lightly slapped Li Qingzhao with his palm, right?

If Zhao Ji really dared to say that, wouldn't Master Li blame him to death?

After all, such an incident is really not very honorable.

But what if you stay here and don't go back to Master Li?

But it is also very easy to cause a bigger misunderstanding with Master Li.

So Zhao Ji, after long meditation, really made him think of the most powerful way to ease the current relationship:

Aren’t I, Mrs. Shishi, known as a famous and talented woman in the capital?

And Li Qingzhao is even more outstanding in poetry, calligraphy, lyrics and paintings.

Even if that's the case, then I, myself, have no choice but to find a suitable place for you two.

Anyway, if I can draw your attention to poetry, lyrics, songs, and rhymes, maybe the embarrassing thing I have here can be put to rest.

When Zhao Ji thought about this, he was extremely surprised and said loudly to Li Shishi and Li Qingzhao:

"Li Qingzhao, Li Qingzhao..."

"What a familiar name!"

"I vaguely remember that I also heard some of Miss Li's poems a while ago."

"The writing is really beautiful and beautiful!"

"Just like this one:"

"Last night, the rain was dredging and the wind was sudden, and the sleep was so deep that the residual wine could not be dissipated."

"Try the curtain man, but the begonia is still the same."

"Do you know?"

"It should be green, fat, red and thin!"

"Last night, the raindrops were sparse and the wind blew non-stop."

"I slept all night by myself."

"When I woke up, I felt that I was still a little drunk."

"So, I asked the maid who was rolling up the curtain, how is the situation outside?"

"She said that the crabapple flowers are still as beautiful as yesterday."

"Do you know, do you know..."

"At this time of year, the green leaves should be luxuriant and the red flowers withered."

"I just like words with this kind of artistic conception, they are so beautiful!"

"Let me see, in the whole world, only this talented woman Li Qingzhao can write such artistic poetry."

"It's really wonderful, wonderful!"

Although Zhao Ji said this at the moment, what he was thinking in his heart was completely different:

It's been a long, long time since I've praised someone as much as I did today.

But when I think about it carefully, I don't feel that I am grateful.

After all, he just made that woman frivolous.

If this is the case, don’t rush to say something nice to him to appease him.

Then only a ghost would know how that woman would arrange for me, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, in front of others after leaving the palace?

What's more, this talented woman is so talented, and her influence in many circles of literati is also extremely great.

If he is still angry when he leaves this place this time...

When the time comes, write a few more poems to ridicule me and pass them on to future generations.

Then my old face will be completely disgraced!

So at this moment, I can really praise as much as I can. As long as she is relieved of her anger, then I will be safe here.

Just when Zhao Ji was thinking about it, Master Li, who was standing next to him, was also savoring the poem that Zhao Ji had just recited:

"Last night, the rain was dredging and the wind was blowing, and the sleep was so deep that the residual wine..."

"Do you know, do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin..."

"This sentence is indeed good."

"But Zhao'er, why haven't I heard you talk about it before?"

"You really want to hide your secrets from a good sister like me, right?"

"Zhao'er Zhao'er, are you listening to me?"

Li Shishi called Li Qingzhao several times, but Li Qingzhao was still as before, staring blankly in the direction of Zhao Ji.

However, at this moment, there was a hint of disbelief on that face.

Until Li Shishi reached out to push Li Qingzhao's delicate arm.

Li Qingzhao just seemed to wake up suddenly from his sleep.

While his eyes were filled with astonishment, the words coming out of his mouth also contained a hint of extreme surprise:

"Teacher, please listen to me, it's not like that."

"Before this, when did my little sister get good poems and sentences and never share them with her elder sister?"

"It's just, just this time, this time..."

Li Shishi pouted his lips, and then looked at his close friend with a playful face:

"What happened this time?"

"Is it Zhao'er that you have forgotten?"

"Or could it be that the poem the official recited just now was not written by you, Zhao'er?"

Li Qingzhao shook his head slowly, with a confused look on his face:

"That's not the case."

"The poem just now was indeed written by Zhao'er."

"But it was written just before Zhao'er entered the palace!"

"Originally, I wanted to take advantage of today's snowy day and enjoy the scenery to share what I heard with my sister, so that I could appreciate it together."

"But I never thought that I would hear this poem from an official first."

"But Zhao'er clearly remembers that after I finished this poem, I never showed it to anyone else!"

After hearing these words, Master Li's expression was even more exaggerated than that of Li Qingzhao.

When he suddenly turned around, he looked at his husband-in-law with disbelief:

"Guan Jia, you, why are you doing this?"

Zhao Ji grinned widely, with a confused expression on his face.

And the thoughts in my heart are even more wonderful:

Why?

I……

How could I have thought that there are such coincidences in this world?

As soon as I recited this poem, Li Qingzhao said that she had only written it recently.

I haven't even told anyone else yet.

If I knew that such a coincidence would happen in this world, then why was I showing off her poems in front of Li Qingzhao just now?

Isn't this the same as lifting a rock and hitting one's own feet?

How can I explain this?

Could it be that I told Li Shishi and Li Qingzhao that I wrote this poem before Li Qingzhao?

But can such a coincidence really happen in this world?

Two people who had never met before wrote exactly the same poem within a few days?

I'm afraid no one would believe this kind of nonsense, right?