Doctor of the Great Song Dynasty: In the beginning, Li Qingzhao and Li Qingzhao made a private decis

Chapter 23
Taixue was in mourning, and the Kaifeng literary world was shocked three times a day.

"That's okay too?"

Numerous literati murmured to themselves, whether it was Fan Zheng's angry abandonment of Man Jianghong, or Su Dun's hidden poems, they were dumbfounded.

"When did the literary world be overwhelmed by doctors?" A group of veterans in the literary world fell into deep reflection. They looked at the manuscripts of the famous poems in their hands, and then looked at the younger generation in their families, and they were suddenly out of breath. Come.

All of a sudden, the younger generation in the Kaifeng literary world suffered from unreasonable disasters. The academics of the outstanding ones were aggravated, and a meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots was indispensable for the dudes.

"Studying literature can't save the country! Fan Zheng speaks loudly!" Some people were extremely unconvinced, but they felt powerless when they saw Fan Zheng's half-queen "Man Jianghong".

With such a talent, no one in the Song Dynasty could rival her. Even Li Qingzhao, the number one talented woman in the Song Dynasty, benefited from Fan Zheng's evil prescription and wrote a famous article through the ages.

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In Fan's residence, Madam Ma happily looked at the Banque "Manjianghong" in her hand. During this period of time, her son Fan Zheng has often made her proud.

There were two songs "The Hairpin Head Phoenix" before and now there is half a song "Manjianghong". The younger generation of the Song Dynasty is second to none, even if they are studying medicine, they can't hide his brilliance.

"Ma'am, the master sent a letter from Bozhou, saying that the young master came up with evil recipes, instigated the woman to drink alcohol, and wanted to break the young master's legs!" Suddenly Steward Fan came in a hurry and reported in a hurry.

Mrs. Ma frowned when she heard this, and immediately knew that Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream Order" had been spread to Bozhou, Fan Chunli attached great importance to etiquette, even if Fan Zheng's prescription was effective, it would probably make him furious.

"Where's the young master?" Mrs. Ma asked.

"The young master just went out for something." Steward Fan thought for a while and said.

Mrs. Ma said calmly: "It must be that the master wants to drink. You go and send two altars of the white wine refined by the young master to the master, and let him try the medicine. Maybe he can write a good work." Come."

Steward Fan was taken aback when he heard the words, and said with a guilty conscience: "I'm afraid this is not good! I'm afraid the master will be even more angry."

Originally, Fan Chunli was angry that Fan Zheng asked the woman to drink, but his wife sent two jars of white wine instead. Isn't this adding "alcohol" to the fire?Not to mention that these two altars of baijiu are still refined from the ten-year-old wine that the master treasured.

"Angry?" Mrs. Ma sneered and said, "By the way, you can send the half of "Manjianghong" to the master! Remember, take the last two sentences of the young master with you!"

Fan Chunli has always been bitter about Fan Zheng's failure to learn literature, now let him know Zheng'er's literary talents and ambitions, and see if he has any reason to break his son's leg.

After Fan Steward left, Madam Ma looked at her son's half-queen Man Jianghong, and couldn't help feeling elated, wondering which family he was going to visit in the afternoon, to show off.

At the west gate of Kaifeng City, Fan Zheng looked around, and when he saw no one around, he quietly walked to a carriage.

"Did you bring something?" A deep voice came from inside.

Fan Zheng patted his chest, showing a bulging appearance, and said in a low voice: "The things have been brought, but it was agreed in advance that if something happens to you, you can't confess me."

"Don't talk nonsense! Bring it here." Say it, the window of the carriage opened, revealing Li Qingzhao's charming face.

Fan Zheng reluctantly handed over the wine jar in his arms.

"Let's go, Brother Fan, let's go for an outing!" Li Qingzhao opened the wine jar, smelling the intoxicating aroma of the wine and said with a satisfied smile.

"Ah! I'll go too, isn't it suitable!" Fan Zheng said in a daze. He didn't expect Li Qingzhao to be so bold as to invite him to travel together.

Li Qingzhao smiled slyly and said: "Reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, isn't that the medical prescription that Brother Fan gave me? Brother Fan is naturally responsible for the end. After all, if I have an accident while playing, I am afraid you will not be able to get rid of it." Bar"

"But…………."

Fan Zheng was stunned, but he was also full of worries. After all, in this era, the defense between men and women is very strict, and it is rumored that Li Qingzhao's reputation is not good.

"As a girl, I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?" Li Qingzhao said fiercely with a look of disdain.

Hearing this, Fan Zheng straightened his chest, and said bravely, "Who's afraid! Just go."

"Then let's go!" Li Qingzhao waved his hand, and Lian Er led a horse to Fan Zheng.

Fan Zheng didn't talk nonsense, got on his horse, took the lead, and headed towards the Bian River outside the city.

From the car window, Li Qingzhao looked at Fan Zheng's figure outside, his pretty face flushed, he didn't know if it was drunk or he was shy.

"I asked him to travel because I want him to teach me poetry, just this once!" Li Qingzhao said shyly in his heart.

Yesterday, Su Dun conceived "Linjiang Immortal" step by step, but she saw it. It can be said that half of the credit is due to Fan Zheng, and the general credit is the two poems and essays of Su University scholar, while Su Dun is only one. Tool people.

But this time, she not only has the wine of the immortal poet as a medicine, but also Fan Zheng personally gives her advice, so she will definitely be able to write a famous book through the ages again.

As the saying goes, taking shortcuts is fun for a while, and taking shortcuts is always fun. This time, Li Qingzhao is going to take double shortcuts.

The city of Kaifeng has a prosperous literary style, and outings are common for literati and poets. At the intersection of the Bian River and streams, the air here is fresh and the scenery is beautiful.

Soon, the two chose a place with beautiful scenery to rest. Seeing the calmness of the Bianhe River, the fragrance of flowers on both sides, the water birds passing by, and the fish playing in the water, Li Qingzhao, who had been in Kaifeng for a long time, was like a bird in a cage. running and playing.

Seeing this scene, Fan Zheng couldn't help showing a knowing smile.

After playing around for a while, Li Qingzhao remembered today's purpose, and immediately ordered Lian Er to set up the food, and said to Fan Zheng, "Brother Fan, do you want a drink?"

Fan Zheng glanced at Li Qingzhao, showed contempt and said, "As for your three cups and two cups, I'm afraid you'll go back drunk. Your father really wants to kill Fan's family this time. Last time in the Su residence, I I felt that your father looked at me with unkind eyes."

Li Qingzhao laughed secretly in his heart, of course it was not kind, and anyone who was scolded face to face for being a vegetarian would feel upset.

Li Qingzhao smiled slyly and said, "What's so fun about just drinking? This time, let's play horses and bet on wine?"

"Horse racing?" Fan Zheng was taken aback for a moment. Horse racing was a very popular gambling tool in Song Dynasty, and his predecessor also loved it, so he readily agreed.

However, the first time he came here, Fan Zheng felt something was wrong. Li Qingzhao's luck was so good that he won nine out of ten bets.

"Hahaha, Brother Fan, you lost again, come drink!" Li Qingzhao said proudly.

Fan Zheng had no choice but to raise his glass and drank it down. Only then did he remember that the later Li Qingzhao was not only addicted to gambling, but also wrote a book on gambling, saying that he fell into the hands of the God of Gamblers here.

"No, if you drink any more, you'll be drunk!" Fan Zheng finally raised his hand in surrender.

Li Qingzhao didn't drink much, and his face was flushed. Seeing this, he threatened: "It's fine if you don't drink, but you have to help me write another famous article through the ages."

Fan Zheng heard the words and said proudly: "Don't worry about it, my Fan Zheng's prescription has never cured the disease."

"That's pretty much the same!" Li Qingzhao seemed to have succeeded.

So far, the relationship between the two has become closer. Taking advantage of the drunkenness, the two paid to hire a small boat, and went boating on the calm stream, exchanging poetry and poetry.

Coupled with Fan Zheng's experience in two lifetimes, and the world's most talented woman by his side, he was full of witty remarks, chatting and laughing happily, and was very happy.

Unknowingly, the sun had already set to the west, Li Qingzhao suddenly realized that it was already late, and she had to go home before the sun set.

"Quick! Quick! We have to go back quickly!" Li Qingzhao rowed the boat vigorously, eager to go back.

However, due to his unskilled operation, he plunged into a lotus bush instead, alarming the waterfowl hidden in the lotus bush, and took off one after another.

"I'll come!"

Fan Zheng smiled helplessly, and immediately took the oars, poured the boat out of the flowers, returned to the shore along the waterway, and hurriedly packed his things and returned to the city.

The two separated in a hurry at the gate of the city, and Li Qingzhao hurried on, and finally arrived at Li's house before the sun set.

After carefully instructing the maid Lian Er to keep her mouth shut, the master and servant returned to the Li Mansion as if nothing had happened.

Seeing her daughter returning home late, Mrs. Wang blamed her a little, but was fooled by Li Qingzhao.

Back in the boudoir, Li Qingzhao lay on the bed, recalling the scene of his play today, but suddenly found that he was only focused on playing and forgot to write poems.

"I'm careless, it seems that I will ask Brother Fan to point out next time." Li Qingzhao said in his heart.

However, she didn't know that today's outing had been deeply imprinted in her mind. One day, a famous poem through the ages would break out of the cocoon.

(End of this chapter)