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

The Ordnance Supervisor was so fully prepared that the Song Dynasty had a greater chance of winning in the Western Expedition to Qingtang. If the Song Dynasty did not fight, it would be a loss for Fan Zheng's hard work.

At the moment, Zhao Xu and Zeng Bu discussed it and decided directly that the winter solstice would be the day when the Song Dynasty troops would attack Qingtang. They would attack Qingtang in one fell swoop and complete the first step of the great roundabout strategy.

"Yes!" Fan Zheng solemnly accepted the order.

Fan Zheng immediately sent an order, and the weapons supervisors took action one after another. A large amount of materials began to be transported towards Xihe to make complete preparations for this war.

After sending Zhao Xu and Zeng Bu away, Fan Zheng left the Ordnance Supervision.

Walking to the streets of Kaifeng, Fan Zheng looked at the bustling streets and couldn't help but feel proud.

I bought a copy of the Di newspaper on the street and read about the recent events in the Song Dynasty. Then I turned a street and went to the most famous Hu's pastry in Kaifeng City to buy a pack of good osmanthus cake. This kind of osmanthus cake is Li Qingzhao’s favorite dessert.

Passing by Fengle Building, I ordered a sumptuous takeaway and asked my waiter to deliver it to Fan's house on time at noon.

After doing all this, Fan Zheng returned to Fan Mansion.

"Where's Madame?"

Fan Zhengxing hurried back to Fan Mansion to give Li Qingzhao a surprise, but he did not see Li Qingzhao and asked in surprise the maid Lian'er who was standing at the door.

Lian'er smiled helplessly and said, "I'd like to tell you that my young lady is exhausted and is sulking in the house?"

"Is your talent exhausted?" Fan Zheng couldn't help but open his eyes wide and looked at Lian'er in confusion.

Li Qingzhao was the most talented woman in the Song Dynasty. If she said that her talent was exhausted, the world would probably laugh her ass off!

"My husband, go in and you will know as soon as you ask."

Lian'er said solemnly, nodding slightly to indicate the closed study door. It was obvious that Li Qingzhao was inside.

Fan Zheng opened the door and saw Li Qingzhao writing furiously at his desk in front of the window. There were scraps of scrapped manuscripts everywhere on the floor.

Fan Zheng picked up a piece of paper at random and frowned as he looked at the poems on the paper that were neatly contrasted and quoted from classics.

If these kinds of poems were written by the younger generation of poets in the literary world, they would be excellent works and be sought after by everyone, but now they are discarded on the ground like waste paper by Li Qingzhao.

"My wife is the most talented woman in the Song Dynasty. The poems she composes are all excellent works. How can she be so good at exhausting her talent?"

Fan Zheng stepped forward, hugged Li Qingzhao's delicate body from behind, and said with a doting look on his face.

However, Li Qingzhao did not appreciate it, and said irritably: "Ever since I and my husband wrote poems, I seem to have exhausted all my talents. Although the poems I wrote are excellent works, there is no more famous poem for me. It’s as if...it’s like I’ve returned to the situation before I met my husband.”

Li Qingzhao was a little discouraged and said that before meeting Fan Zheng, although Li Qingzhao was known as the leading female poet in Kaifeng and had a lot of excellent poems, she did not have a famous poem.

Until she met Fan Zheng, she first wrote "Ru Meng Ling" while drunk. From then on, she couldn't make any profit. She picked up one eternal famous piece at a time, and in a short time she won the title of the most talented woman in the Song Dynasty.

However, it has been more than a year since He Shi left for Luoyang, and she has yet to create an eternal masterpiece.

"Articles are made by nature and can be obtained by chance. There is no need for a lady to belittle oneself. She only needs to accumulate a lot of experience." Fan Zheng consoled him.

Li Qingzhao shook his head and said: "At this Luoyang Peony Fair, literati from all over the world came in droves and wrote poems and recited poems. Naturally, I also wanted to write a famous article about peonies. However, it took me a month. After visiting all the famous gardens in Luoyang, I ended up writing only one article, "Peony. Celebrating the Slowness of the Qing Dynasty."

At the moment, Li Qingzhao found the article "Peony. Celebrating the Slowness of the Qing Dynasty" from his thick poetry manuscript.

Fan Zheng took the poem manuscript and read it softly: "Forbidden and low-key, Tonglan skillfully protects..."

"Okay, the opening chapter is neatly matched, elegant and gorgeous. The opening chapter highlights the splendor of peonies, making people unable to help but feel angry and protective."

"There is also the last sentence, the golden cup has fallen, and all the candles have been approved, regardless of the dusk! It is the finishing touch that makes this poem

Fan Zheng praised loudly.

Li Qingzhao looked at Fan Zheng's exaggerated look and couldn't help but roll his eyes at Fan Zheng. Her song "Celebrating the Qing Dynasty Slowly" is certainly very good and has been praised by many people, but it can't compare with Fan Zheng's easy-to-pick songs. An eternal masterpiece.

"For example, during my trip to Luoyang, my father's "Luoyang Famous Gardens" was famous all over the world. My husband's popular saying: "If you die under the peonies, you will become a ghost," which made people all over the world flock to Luoyang peonies. "Celebrating the Qing Dynasty Slowly" "Although the poems are extraordinary, they are far from the poems written by my father and husband."

Li Qingzhao was well-read in poetry, so how could he not appreciate poetry? "Luoyang Famous Gardens" relied on Luoyang's famous gardens and the rise and fall of the country to become an eternal masterpiece, and Fan Zheng was a ghost under the peonies, and it was romantic, as long as the man was still there , I’m afraid it will continue to spread.

However, Li Qingzhao understood that her "Peony: Celebrating the Slowness of the Qing Dynasty" seemed to have gorgeous words and quotations from classics, but it would not be long before everyone would forget it.

This is the difference between a masterpiece and an eternal masterpiece. An eternal masterpiece can be passed down through the ages and be praised by countless people. While a masterpiece is equally popular, I am afraid it can only be circulated for a while and eventually disappear slowly. If you are lucky, it can be accompanied by a collection of poems. It is said that if there is a war or something, it will be completely lost.

In history, literati and poets of all dynasties have written countless poems, but only the famous ones can be passed down through the ages. No matter how good the masterpieces are, they are nothing more than green leaves!

"Madam is so young and has the title of the most talented woman in the world. She has written so many famous poems through the ages. But now she claims that she has lost all her talents. How can you make the world's most talented people feel embarrassed?" Fan Zheng said with a bitter smile.

Li Qingzhao shook his head and said: "Of course I know that eternal masterpieces are extremely rare. It's not that I am arrogant and want to write every poem into an eternal masterpiece. I even believe that even if I, Li Qingzhao, stop writing, I will be titled the most talented woman in the Song Dynasty. Still well deserved.”

"Madam is so sensible, then why are you still feeling sorry for yourself?" Fan Zheng said in surprise.

Li Qingzhao turned around and looked at Fan Zhengdao solemnly: "Because I know very well that the achievements I have achieved now are not achieved by my own efforts, but by using my husband's evil methods to encourage me."

"Wine serves as a guide to the lyrics, conveying feelings to the landscape, and writing poems based on emotion."

Fan Zheng couldn't help but be shocked. These were the three evil prescriptions he prescribed for Li Qingzhao.

He didn't expect that Li Qingzhao would be so sharp and realize that it took Li Qingzhao a lifetime to write so many famous poems. But now, because of their encounter with him, the two of them had a private life-long engagement. Li Kefei blocked it, and their relationship sublimated sharply. Coupled with Fan Zheng's intentional guidance, this allowed Li Qingzhao to write so many famous works in advance.

"My husband's evil prescription has certainly made me flourish in poetry, and I can write like a god, writing famous poems through the ages. However, it has almost exhausted my poetic talent. I understand in my heart and mind that it will be difficult for me to write anymore. To publish a masterpiece that will last forever, what is this if not the exhaustion of his talents?" Li Qingzhao felt bitter in his heart, and his tears fell quietly.

Fan Zheng was immediately speechless. In his memory, Li Qingzhao had almost written most of the famous works throughout the ages. Even if there are more masterpieces in the future, they may not be able to surpass them. This can indeed be regarded as a talent that has been exhausted.

"Heart disease!"

Fan Zheng was suddenly shocked. He immediately understood that Li Qingzhao's mental illness had reappeared. It was Li Qingzhao's mental illness that led him to write the famous novel, so he took the initiative to seek advice from her.

Now that Li Qingzhao has achieved unimaginable brilliant achievements in poetry in a short period of time, and has won the title of the most talented woman in the Song Dynasty, how can he be willing to suffer the end of his talent being exhausted in the long years to come?