Physician of the Song Dynasty: Zhang Kai and Li Qingzhao have a private life-long contract

"Come on, do it!" Li Qingzhao immediately raised his glass and responded.

In the side room of the living room, Li Kefei couldn't help clenching his fists. At this moment, the image of his well-educated, well-behaved and sensible daughter collapsed in his heart.

"It's all Fan Zheng's fault!" Li Kefei snorted coldly in his heart.

The other people in the side room also had strange expressions. They did not mean to eavesdrop here, but Li Kefei cared about his daughter, Su Shi cared about his son, and the imperial physician Qian Yi wanted to see how Fan Zheng treated heart disease. As for Zhang Lei, although he didn't have to worry about Yang He said to himself, "If you don't leave, then I won't leave either."

In the living room, the four people raised their glasses and drank them all in one gulp.

"Cough cough cough! How can it be so spicy!" Suddenly, Yang Jie's face turned red and he kept coughing, which further aggravated the irritation of the nasal cavity by alcohol.

"Hahaha!" Fan Zheng laughed suddenly, as if he had succeeded in his prank.

"This is the essence of wine, how can it be compared with that light wine." Li Qingzhao snickered. They both knew the situation of drinking liquor for the first time, but deliberately did not remind Yang Jie to heighten the atmosphere.

After a while, Yang Jie calmed down and said: "Liquor with more than 50 degrees is so spicy, and alcohol with 100 degrees will be so blazing, no wonder it has anti-virus effect."

"It's like this for the first time you drink it. You will fall in love with the taste in the future." Sure enough, Yang Jie made a fool of himself, and now even the lifeless Su Dun couldn't help but smile.

The four toasted again. This time Yang Jie swallowed slowly and quickly adapted to the taste of liquor.

In the side room, Imperial Physician Qian Yi exclaimed: "Fan Zheng really has some skills, he can liven up the atmosphere of the banquet with just a few words, and has opened a crack in Su Dun's closed heart."

The three people from the Su family nodded slightly, expecting Fan Zheng's medical skills more in their hearts. They listened carefully and heard Yang Jie tasting the wine: "The liquor is clear and without impurities, has a mellow taste, spicy in the mouth, but warm in the stomach. A burst of blood is indeed better than a lot of light wine."

Everyone in the Su family couldn't help but swallow their saliva. Even Yang Jie, who didn't like to drink, said that this wine was better than the wine on the market, which shows that there must be something special about white wine.

Zhang Lei was addicted to alcohol and asked in a low voice: "Brother Li, have you ever drank this liquor?"

Li Kefei rolled his eyes and said, "My daughter was brought back drunk. Do you think I've been drunk?"

"What about Brother Su?" Zhang Lei asked again.

Su Shi gritted his teeth and said: "My son did bring back a jug, but it was a pity that this traitor drank it all. When I arrived, it was empty."

Qian Yi looked strange, but Fan Zheng left a small bottle of alcohol for him, which was used as medicine and could not be drunk at all.

A few people sighed. No matter where they went, they were the ones sitting at the main table, drinking and clinking glasses. But now they could only sit in the side room, smelling the smell of wine and staring blankly. They had no chance to taste the good wine.

"By the way, Junior Sister Li, are you feeling poetic now?" Su Dun drank two glasses of white wine and quickly asked Li Qingzhao. It was obvious that he still couldn't forget about drinking, writing poems and writing lyrics.

Li Qingzhao said arrogantly: "Li only knows how to drink. As for writing poetry, that will happen after he sobers up."

Su Dun was immediately hit hard and became depressed and unhappy again.

When Li Qingzhao saw this, he immediately knew that he had said the wrong thing. He quickly winked and asked Fan Zheng for help.

Fan Zheng sighed and took up the topic: "Speaking of poetry writing, what do you think of Fan's literary talent?"

Li Qingzhao heard Xian's intention and immediately answered: "Brother Fan's poetry is naturally of the highest level in the world. The two poems "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" are so sad and moving that everyone who listens to them sheds tears. They are enough to be passed down through the ages."

Li Qingzhao was not exaggerating. Fan Zheng's two poems about the hairpin-headed phoenix had moved her so much that she asked Fan Zheng for advice on poetry. Now, in order to make up for her mistake, she did not hesitate to expose herself.

Yang Jie also nodded in agreement and said: "What's even more commendable is that the two songs of "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" contain medical principles, which can save people all over the world from the harm of incest marriage. They are well-deserved for their ability to heal thousands of people."

"Brother Fan has such talent, he will be able to win gold medals in the future." Li Qingzhao continued to praise.

Fan Zheng changed the subject and said: "Since I have such talent, why did I abandon literature and pursue medicine."

"Yes! Why..." Li Qingzhao was stunned for a moment and thought to himself, why doesn't Brother Fan follow the routine? How did I know you gave up writing and became a doctor?

Suddenly Li Qingzhao was stunned, thinking of the scene in Bian Garden, he gritted his teeth and said: "I know, because poetry is just a small path. It cannot benefit the country, nor can it feed the people's hunger. Learning medicine can heal people, but it can't help people." In the country of medicine, it’s good to study medicine! It’s good to study medicine!”

Li Qingzhao copied Fan Zheng's original words, but felt his face was burning, and he had to hold his throat and cooperate with Fan Zheng's repeated words to learn medicine!

Yang Jie was also stunned, and had to cooperate: "Yes, it is good to study medicine, it is good to study medicine!......"

As Yang Jie spoke, his voice became lower and lower, and even he didn't have the slightest confidence.

Good to study medicine! What a fart!

Studying medicine not only faces the risk of infectious diseases, but also has a low status. If he is not a doctor, but a student, with his talent and learning, he is confident that he can be on the gold medal list, and he can blatantly propose marriage to Junior Sister Li, but he is just a student. A doctor, even if he is elected as a Hanlin medical officer, is not worthy of Junior Sister Li, the most talented woman in the Song Dynasty, and is not even qualified to propose marriage.

Depressed, Yang Jie raised the liquor in front of him and drank it all in one gulp. The spicy taste in his mouth could not suppress the bitterness in his heart. At this moment, he completely understood the secret of drinking.

In the side room, Zhang Lei secretly screamed, "It's bad." Naturally, he knew exactly what was on his nephew's mind, but Su Dun's heart ailment had not been cured, and his nephew's heart ailment had recurred.

"No, it's because Fan found that even in his lifetime, it would be difficult to achieve the achievements of the poet Li Bai and the poet Du Fu, let alone the ancestors Fan Zhongyan, Ouyang Xiu, Wang Anshi and so on. Waiting for the great literary giants, we have in front of us the most talented woman of all time like Junior Sister Li, and the literary rule of our Song Dynasty has reached its peak." Fan Zheng praised.

"Brother Fan, thank you very much."

Li Qingzhao's face at the table was slightly red. She didn't expect that she had such a status in Fan Zheng's heart.

"However, what confused Fan was that despite being so successful in the Song Dynasty, we were bullied by foreign enemies. They paid tribute every year and sued for peace in humiliation. In the end, Fan discovered that learning poetry and writing lyrics could not save the country." Fan Zheng hammered the table hard. Go up and say in a suppressed voice.

In the side room, the imperial physician Qian Yi slapped the table and exclaimed: "Okay, I can't persuade you with my earnest words, so I will suppress it with the justice of the country. Such a complete denial of the way of poetry will definitely greatly alleviate Su Dun's heartache."

However, he did not notice that the faces of the three Su men next to him were gloomy and uncertain. Just now, when Li Qingzhao repeated what Fan Zheng said about poetry, the three of them were extremely unhappy, but did not break out. They thought it was Fan Zheng doing it deliberately to comfort Su Dun. Belittling poetry, but at this moment, Fan Zheng used the current situation of the Song Dynasty to directly refute that learning poetry and writing lyrics could not save the country. It was like a hard slap on the Su family's face. After all, Su family became famous for their poetry.

"So, you're going to give up your talents and become a doctor?" Li Qingzhao opened his eyes wide and looked at Fan Zheng intently.

"Otherwise?" Fan Zheng said sadly.

Everyone present fell silent immediately, looking at Fan Zheng with an inexplicable look.

"The ability to heal thousands of people! So this is Brother Fan's choice!" Yang Jie sighed.

Fan Zheng glanced at Su Dun with his peripheral vision and found that although Su Dun was moved, he remained silent. He gritted his teeth and decided to add more fire.

At that moment, Fan Zheng picked up the wine glass and pushed open the door to the living room. He saw outside the room that the ground had been wet for some time.

Fan Zheng held on to the railing outside the living room, looked up to the sky and chanted:

"I am so angry that I lean on the railing, and the mist of rain stops. I look up, look up to the sky and roar, my heart is full of passion. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of road, clouds and moon. Don't wait for your youthful head to turn white, and feel empty and sad."

"Crash!" There was panic outside the living room and side room, but no one of them paid attention. They all looked at Fan Zheng outside the hall with shocked eyes.

"Eternally famous poem, this is an eternally famous poem!" Zhang Lei was very excited. Su family was the most proficient in poetry, and he knew the extraordinary quality of this poem after listening to it once.

"Azolla, this is the rhythm of Azolla!" Su Shi took a deep breath and said.

"Don't wait any longer. The young man's head has turned gray. It's so sad! Such a motivation to make progress will surely resolve Su Dun's inner demons in one fell swoop." Imperial Physician Qian Yi exclaimed.

"This is just the upper palace of Manjianghong, which is already so amazing. When the lower palace comes out, isn't it..." Li Kefei said in shock.

However, everyone waited hard, but did not wait to go downstairs. Outside the hall, Fan Zheng raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp. He was depressed and hesitated to do anything further.

Li Qingzhao said anxiously: "Brother Fan, this is an eternally famous piece. I'll write the second half as soon as I can while I'm inspired."

Li Qingzhao knew how rare it was to get inspiration to write poems and lyrics, and she had experienced this herself. The dream-like poem was written in one breath after she was drunk.

However, Fan Zheng smiled bitterly and said: "No matter how good you are at writing poems and lyrics, what is the use of it to the country? Can you make people reject Xixia and conquer the sixteen states of Yanyun?"

Li Qingzhao fell silent for a moment and shook his head helplessly.

"It's just a useless moan! That's what it is!" Fan Zheng changed his words and said angrily:

"I need to

What is the use of this eternal masterpiece?

I have got

So what about this full of talent? "

As soon as these words came out, everyone's hearts were shocked.

Fan Zheng and Su Dun were at two extremes. One wanted literary talent but couldn't get it, and became depressed and ill. The other was full of literary talent but didn't use it, and only had the ambition to serve the country but couldn't get it.

In their opinion, Fan Zheng didn't have any heartache. He was worried about the country and the people. Learning literature could not save the country. Learning martial arts... During the Song Dynasty, literature was used to control martial arts. Learning martial arts to save the country during the Song Dynasty was even worse. In desperation, he gave up. Full of talent, he chose to study medicine. Since he couldn't save the country, he chose to save people.