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newspaper.

"A letter came again..." Li Shishi muttered.

She didn't expect that this person named "Li Yi'an" would write letters to "Yang Li" all the time. Is this a long-term exchange of letters? !

Li Shishi opened the letter, and she took a look at it.

This time, there are no poems, but some trivial life troubles of the girl.

It seems that "Li Yi'an" regards "Yang Li" as a friend he can confide in.

How smart is Master Li? !

From the few words of "Li Yi'an", she quickly deduced that this "Li Yi'an" should be a rich lady who lives in Bianjing and has a good family background, and she is also a talented woman.

Li Shishi raised her beautiful eyebrows slightly.

she muttered.

"This girl probably regards 'Yang Li' as her friend."

"But I'm not really 'Yang Li'."

Master Li was a little helpless.

On a whim, she wrote a reply letter, but she didn't expect that the girl couldn't stop.

How can this be good?

She pondered for a moment.

"Forget it, it's nothing more than writing some letters, and treat it as a good sister who has never met."

She wanted to ignore it.

But when she thought that the person facing her was just an innocent girl who hadn't left the court, she couldn't bear to just leave her alone.

Writing some letters was nothing more than a waste of time for her.

It was quite novel for her to make friends with a little sister who had never met by letter.

Li Shishi made a decision, so he picked up the pen and began to write a reply.

The troubles in the letter written by "Li Yi'an" to "Yang Li" are nothing more than trivial matters.

For Li Shishi, who is all-round and exquisite, it is too easy to say some comforting words.

She regards "Li Yi'an" as her little sister, so her words are quite kind, gentle, caring and considerate.

......660...

a few days later.

Song Guo.

Bianjing.

Li House.

Li Qingzhao looked at the letter paper in front of her, and her delicate and white earlobes turned red.

She has read the letter several times.

She was already familiar with the contents of the letter.

But I couldn't help but watch it again.

Seeing "Yang Li" comforting her in the letter, she was very grateful.

"Yang Li"'s caring and gentle tone made her even more ashamed.

Li Qingzhao grasped the letter paper tightly.

She pursed her lips, her heart pounding.

Why is this "Yang Li" so gentle to her? !

Was it like this to everyone who wrote to him, or only to her?

There were many guesses in her mind.

The girl's mind is like the stars in the night sky, twinkling and unpredictable.

Li Qingzhao had a great respect for "Yang Li".

And "Yang Li" also responded to her letter, and praised her talent.

That's why Li Qingzhao had the courage to continue writing letters, pouring out his troubles.

After sending it out, she regretted it.

After all, "Yang Li" is one of the main writers of "Da Zhoubao", and there must be countless trivial matters in his daily life. How can he have time to listen to her, a little girl, confide in the troubles of life?

Unexpectedly, "Yang Li" still wrote back to her.

Moreover, when talking about her troubles in the letter, "Yang Li" comforted her gently, like a big brother.

At this age when love is just beginning, a mysterious, amazingly talented and talented man greeted her with care, caring and considerate in the letter, which made her feel a little strange in her heart.

Li Qingzhao blushed for a moment, then picked up the pen and started writing.

The red cherry next to her was already a little numb.

In the past few days, she has traveled many times just to post letters.

The people at the letter bureau are already very familiar with her.

【98】Your Majesty, it is reasonable for me to carry a whip to beat the emperor as a minister!

A month later.

Big week.

Luoyang.

Yang House.

"Sir~"

Li Shishi appeared in front of Yang Yi like a butterfly wearing flowers.

Yang Yi glanced at Master Li.

"Teacher, what's the matter? Don't you want to write poetry again?"

These days, Li Shishi has asked him to write several poems, and for some reason, they are all requested themes.

Li Shishi pursed his lips and smiled, a charming look appeared on his glamorous and white pretty face.

She blinked.

"My lord knows things like a god, this time I want to ask you to write a poem about lovesickness."

The corner of Yang Yi's mouth twitched.

He looked at Li Shishi suspiciously.

"Lovesickness? The poems you want recently, why isn't it love and love, or is it accompanied by longing?"

Li Shishifang's heart skipped a beat, and she said calmly, "My lord, Shishi, this is also to open up the market for young girls."

"According to the results of our investigation, most of the people who buy our "Da Zhoubao" are the children of nobles, literati, businessmen, and ordinary people who can read."

"Most of the women nowadays grow up in the boudoir and basically don't go out."

"For them, a "Big Weekly" is the best way to pass the time..."

"However, different people have different tastes. They don't necessarily like to read all the content in newspapers today."

"And poetry is quite popular among them..."

"Especially those poems that are sad and lovesick, with deep love and shallow relationship, are even more popular with them."

"Young master is also good at poetry, so Shishi asked you to do it yourself."

"These days, the sales volume of "Big Weekly" has obviously increased."

Yang Yi raised his eyebrows, feeling something was wrong, but couldn't tell.

He touched his chin and said slowly: "Okay, then you wait..."

Yang Yi didn't think about it any more.

Anyway, it's just some poems, and it's not like he can't get them out.

At the moment, Yang Yi picked up the pen and dipped the ink, and it was done overnight.

"Okay, take it."

He said in a relaxed tone.

It seems that for him, writing poetry is as easy as eating and drinking.

Seeing the flamboyant handwriting on the paper, Li Shishi breathed a sigh of relief.

She held the paper and smiled sweetly.

"Thank you son~"

After finishing speaking, she left gracefully.

Looking at the graceful back of Li Shishi leaving, Yang Yi fell into deep thought.

Master Li seems to be a little weird recently.

But after thinking about it, he didn't notice anything wrong.

Is it just that he is overthinking? !

..........

Purple Palace.

Qianyuan Hall.

Wu Zhao wore a golden dragon robe and sat quietly at the table.

She holds a newspaper in her hand.

Her Majesty's gaze seemed to be glued to it, without blinking.

For a while.

Wu Zhao turned a page of the newspaper and continued to read.

The cup of tea on the table was full and had run out of heat.

Next to it is a dense pile of memorials, like a hill.

After a while.

The Empress slowly put down the newspaper and muttered.

"This sycophant is really tantalizing, he has to end at a critical moment, and he doesn't know what will happen to Lin Daiyu in the next chapter...` "."

She was reading the fiction section of the Big Weekly.

Today's "Big Weekly" is becoming more and more mature, and it has everything on it.

A few days ago, there was even a novel section with some serial novels in it.

These novels have brought many loyal readers to the "Da Zhou Bao".

Wu Zhao is also one of them, she must buy it every issue.

Especially "Dream of Red Mansions" in this novel section is her favorite.

The author of "A Dream of Red Mansions" used the pseudonym Honglou Sanren.

But the empress knew well that this was written by Yang Yi.

This courtier was able to write such a delicate novel, which really surprised the Empress.

At first she was a little disdainful, but now...it smells so good!

Wu Zhao stared at the newspaper for a while.