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

Imperial College was in mourning, and the Kaifeng literary world was in shock three times a day.

"Is this okay?"

Countless literati murmured to themselves that they were dumbfounded by Fan Zheng's outburst of abandonment of Manjianghong and Su Dun's implicit poems.

"Since when has the literary world been overshadowed by doctors?" All the elders in the literary world fell into deep reflection. They looked at the poem manuscripts of time-honored poems in their hands, and then looked at the younger generation in their own families. They suddenly became angry. Come.

All of a sudden, the young generation in Kaifeng's literary world suffered an unthinkable disaster. The outstanding students had to work harder and harder, while the dandy students were indispensable for a meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots.

"Studying literature can't save the country! Fan Zheng said loudly!" Some people were extremely unconvinced, but when they saw Fan Zheng's "Man Jiang Hong", they suddenly felt helpless.

With such talent, no one in the Song Dynasty can rival her. Even Li Qingzhao, the most talented woman in the Song Dynasty, only benefited from Fan Zheng's evil prescription and wrote an eternal masterpiece.

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In the Fan Mansion, Mrs. Ma happily looked at the half-queue "Man Jiang Hong" in her hand. During this period, her son Fan Zheng had been making her blush a lot.

There were two songs before "The Hairpin Phoenix" and now there is half a song "Man Jiang Hong". The younger generation of the Song Dynasty is second to none, and even studying medicine cannot cover up his brilliance.

"Madam, I have a letter from Bozhou, saying that the young master has made evil prescriptions, instigated women to drink, and wants to break the young master's legs!" Suddenly Butler Fan came in a hurry and reported in a hurry.

Ma frowned when he heard this, and immediately knew that Li Qingzhao's "Ru Meng Ling" had reached Bozhou. Fan Chunli attached great importance to etiquette. Even if Fan Zheng's prescription was effective, he would probably be furious.

"Where is the young master?" Ma asked.

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

Ma said calmly: "This must mean that the master wants to drink. Go and give him two jars of the liquor that the young master has refined, and let him try the medicine. Maybe he can write a good article." Come."

Butler Fan was stunned when he heard this 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 allowed the woman to drink, but his wife instead sent him two jars of white wine. Wasn't this adding "alcohol" to the fire? Not to mention that these two jars of liquor are made from the ten-year-old wine collected by the master.

"Angry?" Ma sneered and said, "By the way, send this half of "Man Jiang Hong" to the master! Remember, take the last two sentences of the master with you!"

Fan Chunli has always been resentful of Fan Zheng's failure to learn literature. Now that he knows Zheng'er's literary talents and ambitions, let's see if he has any reason to break his son's legs.

After Butler Fan left, Mrs. Ma looked at her son's half-queen filled with red flowers and couldn't help but feel happy. She secretly thought about which house she should visit in the afternoon to show off.

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

"Have you brought anything?" a deep voice came from inside.

Fan Zheng patted his arms, showing the bulging appearance, and whispered: "I have brought the things, but I have agreed in advance that if the incident happens, you cannot confess me."

"Stop talking nonsense! Bring it here." Just say that, the carriage window 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, smelled the intoxicating aroma of wine and said with a satisfied smile.

"Ah! I'm going too, isn't it appropriate!" Fan Zheng said stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Li Qingzhao would 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 what Brother Fan helped me with the medical prescription? Brother Fan will naturally be responsible to the end. After all, if I have an accident while playing, I'm afraid you won't be able to get away with it either. Bar"

"But…………."

Fan Zheng's heart was pounding, but he was also worried. After all, in this era, men and women were very guarded, and rumors spread that Li Qingzhao's reputation was not good.

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

When Fan Zheng heard this, his chest puffed up and he said bravely: "Who is 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 waste any time, got on his horse, took the lead, and headed towards the Bianhe River outside the city.

Through the car window, Li Qingzhao looked at Fan Zheng's figure outside, his face flushed. He didn't know whether he was drunk or shy.

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

Yesterday, Su Dun implicitly composed "Linjiang Immortal" step by step. She saw it in her eyes. It can be said that half of the credit is due to Fan Zheng, and half of the credit is due to the two poems and articles written by Su Dajun. Su Dun is just a Just a tool man.

But this time, not only did she have the wine of the Immortal Poetry as a medicine, but also Fan Zheng's personal guidance, so she would definitely be able to write an eternal masterpiece again.

As the saying goes, taking shortcuts is good for a while, and taking shortcuts will always be good. This time, Li Qingzhao wanted to take double shortcuts.

Kaifeng City has a prosperous literary style, and outings are common for literati and poets. Where the Bianhe River meets the streams, the air is fresh and the scenery is beautiful. There are also special pavilions for people to rest, and there is even a special boat rental business.

Soon, the two chose a beautiful place to rest. They saw the Bianhe River was calm, the flowers on both sides were fragrant, waterbirds passed by, and fish played in the water. Li Qingzhao, who had been in Kaifeng City for a long time, was like a caged bird, escaping from the trap and enjoying himself. running and playing.

Fan Zheng couldn't help but smile knowingly when he saw this scene.

After playing around for a while, Li Qingzhao finally remembered the purpose of today. He immediately ordered Lian'er to set out the food and called to Fan Zheng, "Brother Fan, would you like a drink?"

Fan Zheng glanced at Li Qingzhao and said with a look of disdain: "You only have three cups and two cups. I'm afraid that if you go back drunk again, your father will really kill the Fan family this time. Last time in the Su Mansion, I I felt that my father-in-law looked at me in a bad way."

Li Qingzhao secretly laughed in his heart. Of course he was not kind. Anyone who was scolded in front of his face would feel unhappy.

Li Qingzhao smiled slyly and said, "What's the fun in just drinking? This time we're going to play horse racing and bet on wine?"

"Horse shooting?" Fan Zheng was slightly startled. Horse shooting was a popular gambling tool in the Song Dynasty. His predecessor also loved playing, so he readily agreed.

However, as soon as he came back, Fan Zheng felt something was wrong. Li Qingzhao was so lucky that he won nine out of ten bets.

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

Fan Zheng had no choice but to raise his glass and drink it all in one gulp. Then he remembered that Li Qingzhao in later generations was not only addicted to gambling, but also wrote books specifically about gambling. Here he fell into the hands of the God of Gamblers.

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

Li Qingzhao was a light drinker and his face was red. When he saw this, he threatened: "It's okay if you don't drink, but you have to help me write another famous article."

Hearing this, Fan Zheng said proudly: "Don't worry, my prescription, Fan Zheng, has never been able to cure the disease."

"That's pretty much it!" Li Qingzhao looked successful.

At this point, the relationship between the two has become much closer. Taking advantage of the drunkenness, the two paid to hire a small boat and went boating on the calm stream to exchange poetry.

In addition, Fan Zheng had the experience of two lifetimes and had the most talented woman in the world by his side. He was full of witty words, chatting and laughing, which was very satisfying.

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

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

However, because he was not skilled in the operation, he plunged into a lotus bush, startling the waterfowl hidden in the lotus bush, and took off one after another.

"I'll do it!"

Fan Zheng smiled helplessly, took the oar, dumped the boat out of the flowers, returned to the shore along the waterway, and quickly packed up his things and returned to the city.

The two separated in a hurry at the city gate. Li Qingzhao hurriedly hurried 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.

When Mrs. Wang saw her daughter coming home late, she scolded 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 had forgotten to write poetry.

"You're careless. It seems I'll have to ask Brother Fan to give you some pointers next time." Li Qingzhao said in his heart.

However, she didn't know that today's outing had been deeply imprinted in her mind, and one day, an eternal masterpiece would come out of its cocoon.