Ye Zao picked up a lychee and gently peeled off the thin lychee skin with his little fingernail.
Sizzle --
The snow-white lychee meat was exposed from the thin green skin with a hint of red. The air immediately gave off a sweet smell of lychee.
After taking a small bite, the juice instantly flowed in all directions. The Sweet Taste had a faint fragrance that ordinary lychees didn’t have.
It was very delicious!
“Grandma Cen, is this a green lychee?”Ye Zhuo looked back at the Old Lady Cen.
The Old Lady Cen nodded hurriedly. “Yes, Cen Zhuo, you really have good taste! Legend has it that the lychee that Tang Xuanzong coaxed imperial consort Yang back then was a green lychee. How is it? Doesn’t it taste good?”
Because of this poem, the later generations all said that Imperial Consort Yang ate a lychee with imperial consort Yang’s smile.
In fact, it was not.
The lychee was only one of the poems in the three poems of the Huaqing Palace. It was not a type of lychee.