The lady who is a miracle doctor arrives and makes the general blush and his heart beats

In line with the principle of keeping a low profile, he did not invite anyone who was visiting nearby, closed the door, and gave Ye Zelin a banquet to celebrate at the General's Mansion.

Mrs. Ouyang used her own body to give each of the servants, wives and servants in the mansion one tael of silver.

Hua Fushu was cheerful and spent a lot of money to reward everyone in the general's mansion.

At the same time, Ye Zelin also received a wave of valuable gifts, especially from the old general, who gave Ye Zelin a high-quality hibiscus jade with excellent texture.

The generosity of the old general really surprised Ye Zelin. He was about to refuse, but the old general said, "Your grandfather is not an iron rooster. If he doesn't pull out a dime, you can take it."

Hua Fushu held Ye Zelin's long arm and said, "Just accept the gift that your grandfather gave you."

Ye Zelin had no choice but to accept it.

The next day, several classmates from the Kong family who were on the list came to look for Ye Zelin and said that they were holding a banquet in Lefeng Building for three days. All the students who were on the list were going to the banquet.

Hua Fushu was afraid that Ye Zelin didn't want to go, so she said, "Go ahead. If you don't go, you won't be rejecting the kindness of your classmates."

A Confucian student said: "My brothers and sisters are so considerate, so just go with us."

"The imperial examination is in March. I will relax for a few days, have dinner with friends, and recite poems and write poems."

"That's it."

Ye Zelin couldn't resist, so he followed.

After the examination, some Confucian scholars, literary figures or wealthy people would hold a banquet in a restaurant and invite all the students to the banquet. This phenomenon has become a routine and happens every year, and this year is no exception.

Several people arrived at Lefeng Building, reported their names, and then someone ushered them in. Many students had gathered in the building.

"The Kong family is here, the Kong family is here too."

I don't know who shouted, and all the students looked over.

A young man walked slowly toward Ye Zelin and others. He was wearing a green robe, with flying eyebrows and a lazy smile on his handsome face. Everyone's eyes were focused on him.

He cupped his hands in front of Ye Zelin and announced his family name, "I am Han Xingxiu, the Yuan of Jinkehui. I think you are the young disciple of the Kong family who has been offering wine to the family, Ye Yushi, the young general of the Ye family."

Ye Zelin returned the gift and said softly: "That's right."

The young man said: "Young Master Ye is very good at studying classics, meanings and strategies. I think your poems are not bad either. We have just composed a poem with the title of 'Peach Blossom', so why don't we also write a poem for you, Mr. Ye?"

Ye Zelin's "Classics" and "Policies" were very good, but his poetry was not good. He came to the banquet because he was invited by his classmates, and he just came to watch the fun and had no intention of participating.

He said, "I am not proficient in poetry. The poems I write are mediocre and incomprehensible. I am afraid that it will stain the eyes of Han Huiyuan and other colleagues, so I will stop writing poetry."

Han Xingxiu said in a somewhat aggressive manner, "Master Ye is trying to shirk responsibility like this, does he look down on Han?"

Ye Zelin: "No..."

Han Xingxiu interrupted Ye Zelin's words, with a hint of contempt in his eyes, "The disciples who were closed down by the dignified old man Confucius did not understand poetry. Could it be that all the disciples of the Confucius family did not understand poetry? Without knowing poetry, wouldn't it be wasteful for the Confucius family to have peaches and plums all over the world? A false reputation?"

"Hahaha..." Han Xingxiu laughed.

Several students behind him also laughed.

It's true that Ye Zelin doesn't understand poetry, but this guy can't use him to humiliate the Kong family!

The eldest of the several students of the Confucius family walked up to Ye Zelin and said to Han Xingxiu: "Han Huiyuan, the poetry of Raintime is indeed not good. How do you know that none of us know poetry? Why don't I I will write a poem with you each with the theme of 'bamboo', and let your classmates evaluate it to see who is higher and who is lower."

"Okay." Han Xingxiu responded loudly.

A disciple of the Confucius family said: "If the poem written by Han Huiyuan is not as good as mine, please tell me in front of everyone present that you are wrong. The Confucius family is not famous in vain."

Han Xingxiu stood upright and proud, looking determined to win, "Let's see if Kong Gongshi is that capable. If I, Han Xingxiu, lose to you, I should make amends to your Kong family!"

"You come first," said the Confucius student.

Han Xingxiu pondered for a moment and composed a poem: "One section after another, thousands of branches and thousands of leaves. I wish not to bloom, not to tease bees and butterflies."

After the poem, there were several cheers and applause.

The Confucian student laughed with disdain. He thought Han Xingxiu's poems were very good, but they were just mediocre.

He chanted: "When the frost is biting, cultivate your jade and snow body. No one will draw it, but the moon will convey the spirit."

As soon as the words fell, the whole place fell into silence.

Soon, there was warm applause and cheers.

Who loses and who wins is a matter of opinion.

Han Huiyuan was defeated by a Confucian student.

The Confucian student looked directly at Han Xingxiu and said, "Please Han Huiyuan honor your words."

Han Xingxiu had an embarrassed look on his face. He knew he shouldn't have said anything. The Kong family was a literary giant in the world. How could any of their children be ordinary?

When a gentleman establishes himself in the world, he should keep his words to the letter.

It’s just a sentence.

He bowed to the Kong family and apologized: "I am arrogant and arrogant, and I speak unscrupulously. The Kong family has not gained its reputation in vain, and I hope the Kong family can share the same knowledge."

A Confucian student said: "I forgive Han Huiyuan for his gaffe."

Han Xingxiu said: "Thank you, Mr. Kong."

……

Ye Zelin's words are about to be fulfilled.

At night, the candlelight flickers, which is charming.

Ye Zelin didn't know why he was so crazy, so he pulled Hua Fushu over, let her sit on his lap, stared at Hua Fushu's fair and delicate face, and asked: "Shu'er, do you know what day it is today? "

"February 29th." Hua Fushu responded to him.

Ye Zelin shook his head slightly, "No."

Hua Fushu was a little confused. Today was clearly February 29th. Why did he say it wasn't?

Ye Zelin reminded her, "Think again, what was February 29th last time."

Last February 29? Wasn't it just last year?

February 29th last year was their wedding day.

Suddenly, Hua Fushu thought of something. Ye Zelin had said before that he would make up for the wedding night after spring.

Could it be that he wanted to make it up tonight?

Sure enough, Ye Zelin held her hand and said, "I owe you a night of flowers and candles. Can you make up for it today?"

Hua Fushu nodded.

If other women heard their husbands say such things, they would be shy.

But Hua Fushu was different. She was a shameless person. She teased Ye Zelin a lot and said explicit words a lot. Her ears didn't feel hot listening to Ye Zelin's words, and she didn't have the usual shyness of a daughter.

She took the initiative to stretch out her arms, put her arms around Ye Zelin's neck, and put her red lips on him.

Ye Zelin hugged her waist tightly, lowered his head, and pressed his thin lips against her delicate lips. First he pecked her lightly, like a dragonfly touching water, and then deepened the kiss, making it inseparable.

The gauze fell, and the clothes were thrown off the bed one by one. Under the dim candlelight, the gauze reflected two intertwined figures.

After an unknown amount of time, a woman's voice begging for mercy and a man's gasp came from the gauze tent...