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

"Brother Zhao, I heard that Su Dun, the Fourth Young Master of the Su Mansion, suffered from heart disease because he could not write an eternal masterpiece. He was drunk all day long and was like a puddle of mud!" A green-shirted imperial student said to Zhao Mingcheng happily. .

"Fan Dun, the father of a tiger and the son of a dog! It is unworthy that he is the son of a scholar from Su University. Moreover, Zhao has long made it clear that wine is a guide to poetry. This is nonsense. It is just an evil recipe." Zhao Mingcheng sneered and said, Su Shi named He was popular all over the world and was sought after by countless literati, but Su Dun had no knowledge or skills, and he couldn't do medicine without being good at writing. "

"Brother Zhao is wise, but I'm sorry that my younger brother was obsessed for a while and wasted a couple of silver to buy the good wine from Sun Yangzheng shop." Prince Qingshan said with heartache.

At this moment, a tall and thin imperial student hurried over and said with a strange expression: "Did you know that Su Dun's heart disease has been cured!"

"How is it possible! There is no cure for heart disease, but which famous doctor will take action?" Qingshan Taisheng exclaimed.

"Who else could it be? It must be the Imperial Physician Qian Yi. Su Dun has been a potion of medicine since he was a child. The Imperial Physician Cheng has treated him countless times."

The tall and thin imperial student smiled strangely and said, "You all guessed wrong. Su Dun's heart ailment even the Imperial Physician Cheng was unable to do anything about. The last person recommended was Imperial Physician Fan Zheng."

"Fan Zheng!"

When Zhao Mingcheng heard Fan Dun's name, he couldn't help but frown and sneered: "It's simply a case of urgent medical treatment, unless Fan Zheng writes a famous poem for Su Dun."

The tall, thin Taishi student slapped the table and said, "Don't tell me, Fan Zheng really wrote a masterpiece that will last forever."

"Seriously?" The student in Qingshan opened his eyes wide. Could it be that the eternal famous poems are just Chinese cabbage? There were two "The Hairpin Phoenix" by Fan Zheng in the past, and "Like a Dream" by Li Qingzhao, and now Fan Zheng unexpectedly has another one. Wrote an eternally famous article.

"If this is really the case, Fan Zheng actually wrote three famous articles throughout the ages in a short period of time. If he had such literary talent, even the Imperial Academy would go sideways and go to the Imperial Medical Bureau." Zhao Mingcheng sneered.

The tall and thin Taishou sighed: "Fan Zheng, in order to open up Su Dun's heart and recall the two young men's ambitions to serve the country but no way to serve the country, now that the Song Dynasty was repeatedly bullied by foreigners, he wrote Banque's "Man Jiang Hong" out of anger."

"Fishing with anger, leaning on the railing, resting in the rain. Looking up at the sky, screaming, strong and intense. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of roads, clouds and moons. Don't wait for nothing. The boy's head is white, empty and sad."

As the passionate Man Jianghong was recited, the surroundings were unknowingly filled with Tai students, all of whom were filled with excitement.

"It's a good idea not to be idle, gray-headed, empty-headed, and so motivating people to make progress. You must keep these words in mind. Don't imitate Su Dun and give up on yourself and feel sorry for yourself." Suddenly, a loud shout came, making everyone wake up. When everyone took a look, it turned out to be Zhang Yong, a doctor of Chinese philosophy.

Zhang Yong's successor was Mr. Hengqu, Zhang Zai, who was highly respected in the Imperial College. As soon as he said this, all the imperial students accepted the order, but he did not see Zhao Mingcheng, who lowered his head and gritted his teeth.

"Here's the next chapter, read the next chapter quickly." Zhang Yong was impatient, like an alcoholic encountering a peerless wine.

The tall and thin scholar said with regret: "Fan Zheng was originally going to treat Su Dun's heart ailment, but he didn't expect that his own heart ailment broke out first. He bluntly said that the Song Dynasty was poor and weak, and angrily criticized that studying literature could not save the country, and he could not write poems and lyrics. It was a pointless moan, and in anger, I gave up writing the next chapter and roared:

"I need to

What is the use of this eternal masterpiece?

I have got

So what about this full of talent? "

"Insanity!"

"A doctor, Zhongan, dares to disparage poetry. Even if he is trying to cure an illness, he can't talk nonsense!"

………………

For a moment, the Imperial Academy was agitated, and everyone was like an enraged bull. Among them, Zhao Mingcheng was the loudest in criticizing Fan Zheng.

"If you can directly write two eternal masterpieces, and then abandon one eternal masterpiece, you are also qualified to be crazy." Zhang Yong said with a bitter smile.

All the imperial students suddenly became silent, like eggplants beaten by frost. Not to mention abandoning an eternally famous poem, they didn't even have a good masterpiece.

After Zhang Yong taught the students a lesson, he said heartbrokenly: "What a waste of natural resources, what a waste of natural resources! It's a pity that a famous poem will be written down through the ages. I don't know how many years it will take for a famous poem through the ages to appear."

Banque's "Man Jiang Hong" alone has the momentum of an eternal masterpiece. It would be so amazing to write the second half of Que, but now it was abandoned by Fan Zheng in anger.

The tall and thin scholar had a strange expression on his face and said: "Master, don't worry, today there is another famous poem in the Su Mansion. It is said that it was written by Su Dun, and it cured the heart disease!"

"There's another article?" Zhang Yong said with surprise.

"The rolling water of the Yangtze River passes eastward, and the waves are all over the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure are all gone. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the Nagisa River is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. Happy reunion over a pot of white wine. Many things in ancient and modern times are all talked about with laughter. "

The tall and thin scholar did not make any excuses, but directly recited it aloud.

"Linjiangxian! This is the tune of Linjiangxian."

"Magnificent, majestic, and far-reaching, it is a masterpiece that will last through the ages."

All the students praised him one after another.

But Zhao Mingcheng frowned. He knew exactly what level Su Dun was at, and how could he create such an eternal masterpiece.

"Have you noticed that although this poem is good, it must be the experience of someone who has experienced ups and downs, and Su Dun is too young?" Zhao Mingcheng said with a strange expression.

"Is it Su Dun who has been to the Yangtze River?"

"How could the artistic conception of the white-haired fisherman be the same as that of a young man named Su Dun?"

Many Tai students also discovered the problem one after another and frowned.

"It's so bold and unrestrained, quite like a scholar from Su University. Could it be..." Zhang Yong had already noticed the strangeness and said with a frown.

"Could it be that this was written by Master Su?" the student in Qingshan blurted out.

"hiss!"

All the students couldn't help but take a breath. Su Clan's father ghost-wrote for his son to make his name famous. If this was spread, it would definitely be a huge scandal.

"It's pitiful that Brother Su is so devoted to his parents that he even ignored his reputation in order to heal his son." Zhang Yong sighed.

The tall and thin Tai student gave up and said proudly: "You have misunderstood. This is not ghostwritten by Su Daxiang, but a poem written by Su Dun. The upper column is about Chibi Nostalgia, and the second line is about "Red Cliff". Fu"."

"Implicit words!" When everyone heard this, they were stunned.

There are also many Taipei students who directly looked through Su Shi's collection of poems and found that this was indeed the case, and even many of the words were exactly the same.

"This can also be a masterpiece for the ages!" All the students' jaws dropped in shock.

"Okay, it's a huge scandal that the father's writings were passed down by his father, but his father's writings by his father are a beautiful thing in the literary world. After Su Men, he is truly well-deserved. I have a successor in the literary world of the Song Dynasty!" Zhang Yong shouted.

The tall and thin student spread his hands and said, "Master, please don't be happy too early. After Su Dun finished writing "Linjiang Immortal", he recovered from his heart disease and directly tore up the manuscript. He bluntly said that he wanted to worship him as his teacher. Master Su happily agreed. "

"Become my master!"

Immediately, the entire Imperial Academy was dumbfounded. It was unbelievable that the son of a dignified scholar from Su University actually worshiped a man as his teacher.

However, when everyone knew that this was Fan Zheng's prescription for Su Dun, they suddenly looked like I knew it.

"The evil recipe is still the evil recipe!"

A group of imperial students gritted their teeth.

"It's so sad! Articles have been published frequently throughout the ages. It was supposed to be the prosperous age of our literary world in the Song Dynasty, but it's a pity that none of them are my Confucian men." Zhang Yong's sharp eyes swept across all the students. Wherever he passed, no one dared to Make eye contact with him.

There are three people who have written eternal articles in recent days. Fan Zheng and Su Dun are doctors, not Confucians, and Li Qingzhao is a daughter. Their Confucian men have been completely wiped out. Not only can they not write about women, they have never even written about women. He is not as good as any doctor in his eyes.

"From now on, your homework will be doubled! If you can't complete it, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Zhang Yong said coldly.

"Yes, Master!"

All the students lamented and could only bear their anger silently.

"It's all Fan Zheng's evil recipe!"

After Zhang Yong left, Zhao Mingcheng gritted his teeth and said, and all the imperial students nodded with sympathy. These famous articles through the ages are inseparable from Fan Zheng's evil recipe.

The student in Qingshan suddenly changed his mind and said, "How about we pretend to be heartbroken and ask Fan Zheng to help us conceal an eternally famous poem."

The tall, thin Tai student sneered: "You don't have a Grand Scholar Su as your father. You don't have the pressure of a tiger father and a dog son. You can use implicit poems to pretend to be mentally ill."

Upon hearing this, the green-shirted student felt like arrows shooting through his heart, pricking his heart.