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

Chapter 71
This song "Wuling Spring" blew through the entire Kaifeng city like a hurricane, and everyone who heard it applauded.

Since ancient times, it has been a rare anecdote that a harmonious poem can be combined with a famous poem through the ages. The harmonious poems of Li Qingzhao and Fan Zheng, one happy and one sad, are enough to be recorded in the annals of literary history.

However, they all underestimated Li Qingzhao, the most talented woman in the Song Dynasty. In just one night, Li Qingzhao wrote another poem, which is also a famous poem through the ages.

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This poem was written at night. Doesn't this mean that Li Qingzhao had already written it yesterday, and three famous poems of the ages will be handed down in one day. What a prosperous literary world it will be, and the literary world in Kaifeng is almost boiling!
Countless literati organized their teams to go outside Li's residence, competing to witness this grand event in the literary world.

"The fragrance of wind and dust is gone... This sentence alone is enough to show that Li Qingzhao's skill in choosing words and making sentences has reached the peak." Zhang Yong, a doctor of Taixue, was so excited that he pulled off a beard of his own without realizing it.

Compared to such a talented Li Qingzhao, the Tai students he preached were simply a bunch of idiots, and there were even scum like Zhao Mingcheng among them.

"Things are people and things are not things. If it happens to echo Fan Zheng's life as it was at first sight, it is a stroke of genius." Student Gao Shoutai exclaimed.

"Shuangxi must be the confluence of the upper streams of the Bianhe River."

Since Li Qingzhao wrote the second song "Like a Dream", countless people flocked to the Bianhe River Pavilion in the west of the city yesterday, competing to visit the place where Fan and Li met for the first time in a boat.

A group of young men and women rowed boats on the river to enjoy the autumn scenery of the upper reaches of the Bian River. They recited the two famous poems "Like a Dream" and "Magnolia Flower Order", lamenting the love between Fan and Li. Straight to Bianqiao Bianyuan Royal Street.

Adding another song "Wuling Spring" now, I am afraid that the reputation of the upper reaches of the Bianhe River will be even higher.

"In my opinion, the last sentence is only afraid of boating in Shuangxi, and it can't carry a lot of worries. It's the finishing touch." Student Gao Shoutai sighed.

Everyone nodded. Once upon a time, a small boat carried Fan and Li to swim in the Bianhe River, rushed into the depths of the lotus root, startled a sea of ​​gulls and herons, but now things are different, such a small boat can carry two people, but it can't carry them. Li Qingzhao felt infinitely sad.

"Father Li, you have eyes but no eyes!"

Everyone sighed again, but this time, no one refuted it. Li Qingzhao wrote three famous poems through the ages in a row. Among the talented people in the world, the only one who can be compared with Li Qingzhao is Fan Zheng, who wrote three and a half famous poems through the ages. But they beat mandarin ducks with sticks.

"Father Li, you are ungrateful!"

Some people said even more sharply that although Li Qingzhao's three famous poems through the ages came from Li Qingzhao's own talent, Fan Zheng's three evil prescriptions played a big role.Not only did Li Kefei not think of kindness, but he also criticized Fan Zhengheng. You must know that they could not write a famous poem through the ages in their entire lives. Under Fan Zheng's three evil methods, Li Qingzhao actually wrote three famous poems through the ages. good thing.

In Li's mansion, the whole Li family had already noticed the increasingly unsightly public opinion outside, but there was nothing they could do.

Su Dun chose a very tricky time, but waited until after Li Kefei went to the morning court, before dawn, and took advantage of the dark to write on the white wall again, and the servants of Li's family went to smear it, but they were blocked by a group of imperial students.

"Ma'am, what should I do!"

The servants did not dare to make decisions without authorization, so they went to report to the Wang family.

Mrs. Wang had been very angry with Li Kefei's stubbornness for a long time, and immediately threw up her sleeves and said, "Why do you have to paint out the famous works written by my daughter through the ages? If the master wants to paint it, let him come back and paint it himself."

In this way, this poem has been hanging outside the Li Mansion for a whole day. At dusk, when Li Kefei came back, he saw that the door was still full of people and saw the weird eyes of everyone, and suddenly a bad feeling came to his heart. .

The crowd of onlookers automatically gave way to a passage. Li Kefei stepped forward and saw the poem rewritten on the wall. However, when he saw the third song "Wuling Spring", he didn't know whether he should be happy or sad. .

I am happy that my most precious daughter has written another famous poem through the ages. Doukou Nianhua has three famous poems through the ages.

The sad thing is that her daughter is now standing on the opposite side of her. She has kept the eternal masterpiece written yesterday in secret, and she has been written directly after Fan Zheng's poems, and she doesn't see him as a father at all.

Li Kefei couldn't help asking himself whether he had done something wrong, but just as this idea was born, it was already stifled by his self-esteem, and he roared angrily, "Come on, don't erase these vulgar words!"

The servants of Li's mansion hurried forward and smeared it with white ash again.

"Hey!"

Zhang Yong sighed. From his standpoint, he naturally didn't want such a famous work of the ages to be ruined like this. However, as a great Confucian, he understood Li Kefei's thoughts. If he was in Li Kefei's position, he would probably do the same thing. .

This time, everyone didn't stop them, because they knew that within one night, these three poems would still appear in their original positions.

Sure enough, on the second day, after Li Kefei went to court, these three poems miraculously appeared on the outer wall of Li's mansion again.

"I really didn't do it this time!" Su Dun looked at all this with a pen and ink, and said with a strange expression.

Yang Jie frowned and said, "It seems that someone is deliberately waiting for Brother Fan to appear!"

At the beginning, Li Qingzhao wrote "Like a Dream. Chang Ji Xi Ting Sunset", and Fan Zhenghe wrote a poem. Now Li Qingzhao has written another "Wuling Spring". I am afraid that many people are waiting for Fan Zhenghe to write a poem again.

"How can the famous poems of the ages come as soon as you open your mouth!" Yang Jie not only shook his head and sighed, it is extremely rare to be able to write a poem with a poem, but it is unprecedented to have a series of poems and poems that are all famous poems through the ages.

Su Dun said with a strange expression: "It may be impossible for others, but it is not necessarily true for Brother Fan."

Yang Jie was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly thought of Fan Zhengsu's unbridled and unruly appearance. He abandoned literature to pursue medicine not because he could not succeed in literature, but because he would rather give up the talent in his heart.

"Fan Zheng is here!"

Suddenly there was an exclamation from the end of the street, and everyone looked around, only to see Fan Zheng's figure appearing on the road in front of the Li Mansion.

Everyone stared at the male protagonist of this turmoil with complex expressions, the evil doctor Fan Zheng, a doctor who made Kaifeng's literary men unable to lift their heads.

"Brother Fan!"

Su Dun and Yang Jie rushed forward to meet him.

Fan Zheng nodded to the two, reached out to take the pen and ink from their hands, and went straight to the wall of the Li residence.

""Wuling Spring"" Fan Zheng looked at Li Qingzhao's poems, and couldn't help but feel distressed. He fell in love with Li Qingzhao, and he should have let her enjoy the beauty of love without worry, but let her bear how much she shouldn't have at this age. sorrow.

This time, he wanted to let Li Qingzhao know that she was not alone in bearing the endless sorrow, and that there was another person like her who was also bearing the endless sorrow.

At that moment, Fan Zheng picked up a pen and wrote on the wall:
"Young people don't know what it means to be sad. They fall in love with the upper floors. In love with the upper floors, they force their sorrows to write new words."

(End of this chapter)