At noon, there was a big banquet in the middle courtyard of Luofu. Chang Le’s arrival brought a lot of glory to Luofu. Not only did grandma come to accompany him, but Luo Zhang also came with him!

But while eating, Luo Zhang always looked at Chang Le intentionally or unintentionally, which made Gao Yang on the side keep stepping on Luo Zhang's feet, causing Luo Zhang to grimace in pain.

There was no way, after Gao Yang said that, Luo Zhang had an idea, and his wife agreed. Why should he be polite? Just like Gao Yang said, it is better to take advantage of Changsun Chong than to take advantage of himself, so that the wealth does not go to outsiders.

Gao Yang stepped on Luo Zhang's foot just to make him restrain himself. It was Luo Zhang's leering look that made Gao Yang a little unbearable. If Chang Le noticed this, wouldn't all his previous efforts be wasted?

Gao Yang did not tell Chang Le about this matter. With Chang Le's cold temperament, he would probably fall out with Gao Yang immediately if he knew about this matter. This was all Gao Yang's idea. As for how to implement it, it depends on Luo Zhang himself.

In the past, Luo Zhang didn't know how to chase girls, but now that he has two wives, he is quite familiar with women and knows a lot about them.

If you want to capture the heart of a cold beauty like Chang Le, you must naturally start with what she likes.

What Changle liked was naturally music, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and poetry. Luo Zhang was not good at music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but poetry, poetry and poetry was what Luo Zhang did. With so many poems that would be read by later generations, Luo Zhang didn’t believe anyone could compare with him.

, isn’t that just plagiarism? This is my buddy’s strength.

After the meal, the three of them went to the pavilion in the courtyard to rest, drink tea and chat. Gao Yang and Chang Le talked about interesting stories from the past, while Luo Zhang was responsible for making tea.

Not everyone can compare with Luo Zhang's tea art. His skills are so superb that Chang Le is full of praises. In addition, the tea used by Luo Zhang is Da Hong Pao, which makes Chang Le admire him again and again. He keeps talking about Luo Zhang.

If the tea is brewed well, Gao Yang will be blessed.

Listening to Chang Le's praise, Gao Yang was naturally very happy, but more importantly, he felt aggrieved for this sister. He was even more sure of his previous thoughts, which was to let his husband marry Chang Le, so that Chang Le would no longer suffer.

According to the previous discussion with Luo Zhang, Gao Yang stood up after chatting for a while and said: "Husband, you sit with my sister for a while first. I have something to give to my sister, I will get it first!"

Luo Zhang was a little speechless when he received the look from Gao Yang. This wife is too good at it. She actually helped him design his sister. Is there such a good wife in the world?

Gao Yang gave Gao Yang a reassuring look, then turned around and said to Chang Le: "Sister, please sit down for a moment, I will come soon. By the way, haven't you always liked poetry? Luo Zhang is a master of poetry and poetry, you can

Let’s learn from each other!”

Changle was slightly startled when she heard Gao Yang's words. She had lived in the palace for a long time, and she really didn't know that Gao Yang's husband-in-law was talented in poetry and poetry.

She didn't think about other aspects, she just thought that Gao Yang was really going to get something. She didn't know what would happen if she knew that Gao Yang deliberately created a chance for Luo Zhang and her to be alone.

"Chang Le really didn't know that Mr. Luo is a master of poetry and poetry. I'm really disrespectful!" Chang Le said flatteringly.

"Hahaha, don't call me Mr. Luo. Just call me Luo Zhang. Don't listen to Gao Yang's nonsense. Poems are just trivial things. To me, reciting poems is like drinking tea and eating.

Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning!" Luo Zhang said exaggeratedly.

As soon as these words came out, Chang Le frowned. She didn't expect Luo Zhang to be such an exaggerated person. The good impression she had just arrived suddenly disappeared! Poetry is just a trail? Reciting poetry and writing is like drinking tea and eating? This tone is too much

It's big.

Perhaps he had a desire to win, so Chang Le pondered for a while and said, "I wonder what Master Luo has done, can you show Chang Le some of his masterpieces?"

"Excellent works? Of course there are some. Have you ever heard of the water-melody singer? That's what I once did. I wonder if it can catch the eye of the princess?" Luo Zhang said with a smile.

What he said just now was of course intentional, in order to arouse Changle's desire to win, and then give him a blow, so as to defeat the pride in his heart. Otherwise, it would be impossible to arouse Changle's love. This was all designed by Gao Yang.

She is the one who knows Changle best.

"What? You made the water tune song?" Changle said in surprise, covering his mouth.

"Of course, not only the song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", but also "Do You Know, Do You Know" was also done in my spare time. I wonder if the princess has ever heard of it?" Luo Zhang said playfully.

""Know, Do You Know" was also written by you? You...you can't lie to me, how can these poems..." After saying this, Chang Le couldn't go on.

"I find it incredible. How could these poems be written by someone like me?" Luo Zhang laughed.

"Didn't I just say that poetry and poetry to me are as simple as drinking tea and eating. If you don't believe it, how about I write one in front of you now?" Luo Zhang stared at Chang Le and said,

Chang Le's face turned red with embarrassment.

This was the first time that she was stared at by a man like this, let alone this man was her sister's husband. This was really unseemly in her opinion, but for some reason she didn't have any objection. Maybe it was

She was a little confused by what Luo Zhang just said, or maybe she wanted to hear what kind of poetry Luo Zhang could write in front of her.

Seeing that Chang Le was silent, Luo Zhang spoke again: "Princess, do you think it's offensive for me to stare at you?"

Changle did not speak, but nodded with a blush.

"Hahaha, the princess has misunderstood. I just want to write a poem with you as the title. If I don't look at you, how can I make a masterpiece? It's like a painter. If he doesn't look at what he wants to paint, how can he paint it?

What you see is drawn on paper?”

After Luo Zhang said this, Changle's face turned even redder. It turned out that she had just misunderstood, but she was even more curious about what kind of poem Luo Zhang was going to write about her.

Looking at the long music like a green lotus, a poem appeared in Luo Zhang's mind.

He stood up and walked towards the pool in front of the pavilion. Looking at the blooming lotus in the pool, he couldn't help but nodded and said: "Among the flowers of water and land, the most lovely ones are the flowers. Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty only loves chrysanthemums. Since the Tang Dynasty, people in the world have loved chrysanthemums."

I love peonies. I only love the lotus that comes out of the mud but is not stained, washes the ripples clear without being evil, is straight in the middle and has no vines or branches.

I say chrysanthemum, a flower that represents recluse; peony, a flower that represents wealth and honor; lotus, a flower that represents a gentleman. Alas! The love of chrysanthemum is rarely heard of after Tao. Who can share the love of lotus? The love of peony. , suitable for everyone!”

After Luo Zhang finished reciting, Chang Le stood there in a daze. His mind was filled with the words Luo Zhang had just recited, and he murmured to himself, "I love the lotus that comes out of the mud but is not stained, and washes the ripples without being evil. It is straight in the middle and straight on the outside, with no vines or branches, the fragrance is clear from a distance, and the pavilions are clean and planted, so you can look at it from a distance but not play with it."

Isn’t this what you are talking about yourself?

Looking at the fresh and refined Changle, Luo Zhang fell in love with it more and more. It was really a lotus that emerged from the mud and remained unstained. It would be a waste to marry such a green lotus to Changsun Chong!

Luo Zhang did not bother Chang Le, but poured himself a drink and waited for Chang Le.

After a long time, Chang Le came back to his senses and looked at Luo Zhang again, but there was something inexplicable about it.

Seeing this, Luo Zhang smiled and said: "Princess, is this article "The Story of Ailian" worthy of your discernment?"

"It turns out that this poem is called "The Love of Lotus", Luo Zhang, can you give me this poem? I really like this poem!" Chang Le said as he stood up and saluted Luo Zhang Yingying.

Luo Zhang hurriedly stepped forward to help Chang Le up. In doing so, there was inevitably some physical contact. Chang Le wanted to hide, but Luo Zhang grabbed his hand and said: "I wrote this poem for you. How can I give it to you?" It seems to me that you are the green lotus that emerges from the mud but remains unstained. I heard Gao Yang tell you about you, so don’t worry, I won’t let you sink into the mud!"

As he said that, Luo Zhang gently patted Chang Le's little hand with his other hand to show him that he was at ease and had everything under his control.

Such an action made Chang Le feel so confused that his face was as red as blood, but for some reason he felt really at ease in his heart, as if Luo Zhang's words had magic power!

Seeing this, Luo Zhang smiled slightly. It was not too difficult to impress ancient women. Unlike modern women who only focus on money, most ancient women focused on the spiritual level. Just like the Changle in front of him, a poem can do it. To make her fall in love, it would be impossible for future generations to kill her.
Chapter completed!