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

This night! People in Kaifeng's literary world were overwhelmed.

Everyone from the elders in the literary circle to the newly crowned imperial students were drunk to the point of death. Everyone knew clearly that it was very unlikely to write an eternal masterpiece just by drinking. After all, there were only Li Qingzhao, but just like Su Dun, even if there is a glimmer of hope, they will not give up.

"A heavy sleep will not eliminate the remaining wine!"

On the second day, a group of literati woke up from their intoxication with their foreheads covered, and this sentence from "Like a Dream" could not help but come to mind. They felt the same way.

"If only I had come up with this sentence earlier!" Many literati regretted it. I wonder which literati in the world has never been drunk. However, when they woke up from drunkenness, they just held their heads and complained about the pain. They never thought of writing poetry.

"By the way, write lyrics!"

At this moment, many people immediately thought of the most important things at the moment, and quickly took out pens, inks, paper and inkstones to look for inspiration.

"It was dark and windy last night..."

"Sleeping deeply doesn't relieve my headache..."

All of a sudden, all kinds of strange words and phrases came to mind, making the already hungover head even more painful.

After a long time, each one put down the brush in his hand dejectedly, and threw the nonsense poems in front of him into the wastebasket.

"I said Fan Zheng was prescribing evil prescriptions!"

Everyone in the Kaifeng literary circle was furious and blamed Fan Zheng for their own incompetence. However, they did not care that the evil prescriptions prescribed by Fan Zheng were specifically prescribed by Li Qingzhao.

"I heard that the wine Li Qingzhao drank was the essence of the wine!......" Another scholar said unwillingly, but he was soon drowned in a sea of ​​verbal criticism.

"It's nonsense. It must be Li Qingzhao's accumulated experience. It's a pity that there is only one Li Qingzhao in the world, and she is a woman!" Everyone in the Kaifeng literary circle sighed with regret. If Li Qingzhao were a man and had such talent, he would definitely rise to prominence. However, he is a woman, and his talent is wasted in vain. In fact, It's a pity.

"It's a pity that Li Qingzhao is a woman!"

Everyone was sour, but they could only envy and hate him. After all, talent is irreplaceable.

However, they were wrong. Although women in this era could not take the imperial examination, the title of the most talented woman in the Song Dynasty could double Li Qingzhao's worth.

Just as Zhang Lei predicted, the entire Li family was crowded, and almost all the prominent families in Kaifeng City came to propose marriage.

"The person who asked me to be the matchmaker is the legitimate son of a third-grade official. He has already begged for an official position and has a bright future...!"

"The person I'm talking about is the son of a noble family. His family has thousands of acres of fertile land and wealth..."

"The one I'm talking about is the queen of the country........."

"The person who took care of me was Zhao Mingcheng, the son of Yushi Zhao Ting. He and Miss Li are close friends..."

Of course, a talented woman cannot be an official, but if she marries the most talented woman in the Song Dynasty, it will be the greatest honor in the world. The matchmakers outside the Li Mansion can line up from the gate of the Li Mansion to the Daxiangguo Temple, which is lower than that of the fifth-rank official. There is no way to enter the Li family's gate. This is because the court has not relaxed the law that people with the same surname should not marry. Otherwise, there would be many officials named Li.

Mr. and Mrs. Li's expressions were stiff, and they responded politely to each other. After all, the families who came to ask for marriage were getting bigger and bigger. Although they were happy that their daughter was so popular, they also knew that this matter was not easy to deal with. If they accepted one of them, they would be offended. A group of people.

"Thank you for your love. The Li family is really ashamed and dare not bear this responsibility. At present, my daughter has no intention of getting married. Please forgive me!" Li Kefei said with a cupped hand.

"Master Li's words are inappropriate. It is said that men should get married when they are young and women should get married when they are young. Miss Li has already reached hair age. Now her parents have given orders for a matchmaker. It is an auspicious day." The matchmaker said bluntly.

Even the wives of high-ranking officials came in person, trying to use their power to force the Li family to agree to the marriage.

Mrs. Wang cupped her hands and said, "Actually, it's not that we are trying to obstruct it. It's just that my daughter loves poetry. The Li family is interested in finding a good son-in-law. If any of your young masters have good works, they can send them over. If they can get along well with my daughter, the Li family will naturally be happy to do so." Get married!"

"Uh!"

The matchmaker and married woman who came immediately couldn't help but hesitated. Wang's words were like a killer, making them hold back everything they said. Everyone knew that Li Qingzhao's poems were the best in Bianjing. They knew the virtues of their own son, and they probably didn't know them at all. Can't get into Li Qingzhao's eyes.

"Isn't it just waiting for a price?"

Many matchmakers and beauties walked out of the Li Mansion and snorted coldly. Everyone knew that the so-called masterpieces of poetry were just excuses, but they could only hold their noses and admit it. Who knew that the Li family had the most talented woman in the Song Dynasty.

Seeing everyone leaving, Mr. and Mrs. Li breathed a sigh of relief. Although they were distressed and proud of their daughter being so popular, they couldn't help but be proud of it.

"By the way, where is Miss?" Wang asked suddenly.

"Where is the lady writing poetry in the backyard?" a servant replied.

"Writing poetry?" Mr. and Mrs. Li looked at each other, and an unpleasant feeling suddenly came to their hearts.

The two hurried to the backyard and saw that the boudoir was filled with alcohol. A jar of old wine had been drunk and thrown aside. Li Qingzhao was writing furiously at his desk, with discarded paper balls strewn on the ground at his feet.

"No, it's not right at all!" Li Qingzhao was drunk and had a look of pain on her face. She could no longer find the inspiration to write "Like a Dream" that day.

"Zhao'er, what are you doing? I've said before that using wine as a guide to poetry is Fan Zheng's evil prescription!" Wang stepped forward and said distressedly.

"It's not an evil recipe, it's the wrong wine. What my daughter drank at Fan's house that day was the essence of the wine, not this weak wine!" Li Qingzhao said drunkenly.

"Presumptuous!" Father Li suddenly yelled, "Do you really think that learning is so easy?"

Li Qingzhao was stunned for a moment, and he sobered up a lot after drinking.

"No matter how good the wine you drank yesterday, it's not the reason why you can write a famous poem through the ages. The reason why Li Bai is called the Immortal of Poetry is not because he drank a bucket of wine, but because he is Li Bai. You wrote "Ru Meng Ling" It’s not because of drinking, because you are Li Qingzhao, this is your accumulation, even if what Fan Zheng prescribed is not an evil prescription, the wine is just a medicine guide!"

"There is a road to the mountain of books, and diligence is the path. There is no limit to the sea of ​​learning, and hard work is the boat. To do knowledge, you must be down-to-earth. You have already taken a shortcut once, how can you not take the shortcut again and again!" Li Fuyi said righteously.

"That's what my father taught me! Zhao'er understands!" At that moment, Li Qingzhao was clear. She was not a dull person. She naturally knew that learning was not achieved overnight. Before, she was just immersed in the confusion of drunken poetry writing!

"It's good to know. As long as you study hard in the future, you won't be unable to write an eternal masterpiece again in the future." Li Kefei scolded him with a straight face, then turned and left.

After walking out of Li Qingzhao's boudoir, Li Kefei couldn't help wiping his sweat. His daughter was more accomplished than him and could hardly control her.

However, he did not see Li Qingzhao's lowered eyes looking at the empty wine jar at her feet from time to time. She believed that she would be able to write another famous novel in the future.

But taking shortcuts is fun for a while, and taking shortcuts is always fun.

"It seems! I'll go seek medical treatment from Brother Fan again when I have the chance." Li Qingzhao thought to himself.