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

"Su's childish behavior these days has made you laugh! Su's toast to you all." Su Dun raised his glass to the three of them.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. It's really gratifying that Junior Brother Qian can recover from his heart disease." Li Qingzhao responded.

In the hall, the four people at the banquet raised glasses and invited each other, and they were very drunk.

"Brother Fan, you have this wonderful idea. Why didn't you tell me earlier? It's so uninteresting to let my little brother be obsessed with some eternal masterpiece." Su Dun raised his wine glass and put his arm around Fan Zheng's shoulders.

Fan Zheng was almost done drinking, and he patted his chest and said, "Brother, if you want a masterpiece that will last forever, please tell me earlier. I have a way."

"What method?" Su Dun couldn't help but be stunned. Although he had opened his heart, he still regretted not writing an eternal masterpiece.

At this moment, even Li Qingzhao couldn't help but listen. She was also eager to know the secret of Fan Zheng's famous novel.

In fact, it wasn't just Li Qingzhao. The three of them almost put their ears to the door, fearing they would miss a word.

"Of course the son is biting me. Brother Su, who has written the most famous books throughout the ages is naturally the Bachelor of Su University. Brother Su is in Baoshan and doesn't know it!" Fan Zheng patted Su Dun and said.

Su Dun suddenly stood up, slapped Fan Zheng's hand away, and said angrily: "Brother Fan, what are you talking about? Although I, Su Dun, am not talented, I have a lot of backbone. If my father writes poems, I will be the best." In the name of Dun, this is the greatest humiliation to me, Su Dun!"

In the side room, Su Shi was greatly relieved. He had thought of this before, but he had always understood Su Dun and knew that doing so would only be counterproductive.

Li Kefei snorted coldly and said: "I heard that Fan Zhengsu likes to prescribe evil prescriptions, but he really can't get on the stage."

Zhang Lei on the side also frowned. He originally had a good impression of Fan Zheng, but when he heard that Fan Zhengjiao instigated Su Dun to steal poems, he immediately changed his mind.

The atmosphere in the hall was also extremely strange. Yang Jie and Li Qingzhao did not expect that Fan Zheng had just cured Su Dun's heart disease and would come up with such a crooked idea in the blink of an eye.

Fan Zheng smiled bitterly and said: "Brother Su has misunderstood. I am not trying to persuade you to follow evil ways. I wonder if you have ever heard of implicit words!"

"Cryptic words!"

As soon as Fan Zheng said this, all the people from the Su clan present had strange expressions on their faces, except for the other reason, because the hidden words were created by the great scholar Su. The main method was to learn from the famous works of the predecessors, make slight changes, and copy and adapt them to obtain the same results. The resonance of the original creator's thoughts and feelings became his own work. As soon as this method came out, there was constant controversy. However, Su Shi also borrowed this method and wrote many excellent works.

"You mean to ask Su Dunyin to use the words of Su Dasha!" Li Qingzhao suddenly realized.

"Yes, there are a lot of articles in the world. It depends on whether you can copy or not. It seems that Brother Su still hasn't learned your father's special skills!" Fan Zheng said with emotion.

"Slander! It's pure slander!" In the side room, Su Shi was furious. Although he pioneered implicit lyrics, every song was the crystallization of his talent. How could it be said that it was copied.

"Then Brother Fan said, how should we conceal it!" Su Dun said with great interest when he heard this.

Fan Zheng asked rhetorically: "Of course I will start with the most famous poems and articles by Su Da Shi. I wonder which poems by Su Da Shi are Brother Yang's favorite?"

Seeing Fan Zheng handing over the words, Yang Jie thought for a while and said, "Although Yang is not a person in the literary world, he has heard of "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia" written by Su Daxi. When the river goes east, the waves are gone, and there are all the romantic figures of the ages. Therefore, the fortress To the west, the way of humanity is, Chibi, Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms..."

Yang Jie recited "Red Cliff Nostalgia" in a cadence, and Su Shi in the side room suddenly looked proud.

"Okay, then Brother Su, let's start with this poem." Fan Zheng agreed.

Su Dun and Li Qingzhao were immediately interested and geared up.

"The river flows eastward and the waves are gone. What does it mean to go eastward? That means the river flows eastward. I remember Confucius's famous saying: The passing of people is like a man, who does not abandon day and night. He uses flowing water to describe the passage of time. The scholar of Su University also I once wrote in Chibi Fu that the deceased is like this, but he has not yet passed away, and the river flows eastward. If you rewrite it with implicit words, it can be written as the river flows eastward." Fan Zheng took the lead.

"Going to the east of the Yangtze River, changing it to the passing water of the east of the Yangtze River seems a bit awkward!" Su Dun, who at least had some literary skills, frowned.

Su Shi in the side room even curled his lips with disdain on his face. This was far from his aura of heading east!

"Yes! Yes! "The River Goes East" mainly expresses the majestic momentum of the river. "The River Goes East" uses flowing water to metaphor the passage of time. But the artistic conception is a bit inconsistent. Why not change it to the Yangtze River? "Li Qingzhao, who is very accomplished in poetry, blurted out at the moment Words.

"The Yangtze River flows to the east? It's a lot better, but it's not grand enough." Su Dun shook his head and said.

Fan Zheng continued: "Since five words are not easy to pronounce, let's change it to seven words. Do you know what the famous poems about the Yangtze River in the poetry of the past dynasties are?"

Li Qingzhao opened his mouth to answer, but was stopped by Fan Zheng's eyes, and he immediately shut up angrily.

Su Dun was not good at writing poems, so he just opened his mouth to recite poems. He didn't need to think too much, just opened his mouth and said it.

"Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely."

"The shadow of the lonely sail is in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen in the sky."

"The endless falling trees rustle under the sky, and the endless Yangtze River rolls in."

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"It's not bad that the Yangtze River is rolling in, and the huge waves are rolling eastward, it's better to change the Yangtze River to roll in the east." Su Dun finally had an idea in his head and said, among all the poems, I am afraid that only the "Rolling in the Yangtze River" can be compared with the great Jiangdong. The momentum is similar. "

"The Yangtze River rolls eastward! This sentence is wonderful, but it doesn't fit the rhythm!" Yang Jie frowned. Although he studied medicine, he also found this sentence a bit difficult to pronounce.

Fan Zheng smiled slightly and said: "Brother, you are too impatient. How can you copy implicit poems? Isn't this a trick? You must know that my Chinese writing is profound and profound, and the inversion of words will not be affected by reading."

"How could this not affect...!" Li Qingzhao finally seized the opportunity and was about to say something venomous to Fan Zheng when he suddenly realized that Fan Zheng had deliberately reversed the words, but she had no problem understanding them. .

"The Rolling Yangtze River?" Su Dun tried to say it, and it suddenly felt more fluent.

"The rolling waters of the Yangtze River are passing eastward!" Su Dun said again, feeling a magnificent momentum rushing towards his face, and he immediately stayed there, unable to believe that this poem came from his mouth.

In the Su Mansion, everyone who knew something about literature was stunned. This was simply the beginning of an eternal masterpiece! This sentence alone has already faintly overshadowed the momentum of Jiangdong.

"Good words! God-brother is worthy of being the queen of the Su family." Fan Zheng praised.

"Is this really a poem written by me?" Su Dun still couldn't believe it.

Fan Zheng urged: "This is only the first sentence, and a sentence cannot be completed in words. Brother, you have to seize the inspiration and finish it in one go."

Li Qingzhao rolled his eyes helplessly. This was what she said just now, but now it was used by Fan Zheng to persuade Su Dun.