Except for seeing patients, Sun Simiao has not seen foreign visitors for a long time.

Even if patients are admitted, only those with difficult and complicated diseases are treated. Common illnesses are treated by apprentices.

All Taoist affairs, large and small, were handed over to Chen Jingke and Wu Shu. He himself only showed up at major meetings.

The rest of the time was spent studying medical skills, teaching students, and writing medical books.

Someone once joked that unless you are sick, it is more difficult to see Sun Simiao than to see the emperor.

But when he learned that Zhang Xiaozhun was coming, he immediately put down his work and went to the door to greet him in person.

This treatment made Zhang Xiaozhun tremble with excitement. He kept saying that he couldn't do it and his life would be shortened.

Then I felt deeply happy for my grandniece.

Although he does not have the status of a serious person, he still deserves a lot of status.

Why did Sun Simiao greet him personally? Was it because he had a high status?

It was all for the sake of his grandniece Zhang Ping, which was a sign of respect for him as a parent.

Many people may think, what does it mean to have no reputation and no distinction?

As an outsider, he has never had these worldly concepts.

As long as the niece and grandniece are happy, as long as the two of them have feelings for each other, everything else is just a cloud.

Sun Simiao also specially held a welcome dinner for him, and invited several Taoist Taoists with high moral integrity to accompany him.

This treatment made Zhang Xiaozhun so excited that he drank wine again and again until he was extremely drunk.

Naturally, Chen Jingke also wanted to accompany him, so it was not until night that he and Zhang Ping got a chance to be alone.

After several intense exercises, Chen Jingke lay on the side exhausted, and then began to have a heart-to-heart talk.

After chatting for a while, Chen Jingke realized why Zhang Xiaozhun's attitude was wrong at the beginning.

In fact, the fundamental purpose of his coming to Chang'an was not to visit Sun Simiao, but to see his niece and grandson-in-law.

It just didn't sound good to say that, so I found an excuse to visit the leader.

Chen Jingke felt funny and guilty at the same time, and said, "I should go visit his old man."

Zhang Ping comforted him and said, "There is no need for this. Your situation is special and you cannot leave Chang'an."

"Aweng also knows the reason, so everyone doesn't mind."

Chen Jingke held her in his arms and said with emotion: "God has been so kind to me for allowing me to meet you."

Zhang Ping closed her eyes slightly and said, "I am also very lucky to meet a real person."

After being gentle for a while, she opened her eyes and said shyly, "I want to stay in Chang'an for a while this time."

Chen Jingke said happily: "That's the best thing... Well, what's the matter? If you need my help, just ask."

Zhang Ping glanced at him, turned away embarrassedly, and said, "This matter really cannot be done without you."

Chen Jingke said curiously: "Oh? What is it that I have to do?"

Zhang Ping whispered: "I have passed the age of hairpin."

Chen Jingke was stunned for a moment and said blankly: "I know, does it matter?"

Zhang Ping bit her lip and said, "The Taoist temple you gave me doesn't have an heir yet."

Chen Jingke suddenly realized it and said jokingly: "You are right, I really have to do this."

After saying that, he turned over and pressed her down, saying: "Let's continue working hard for the heir."

Zhang Ping's arrival made Chen Jingke's life a little more colorful. Wu Shu, Yi Nu and the other girls knew that it would not be easy for her to come here, so they specially left their time for her.

Even when he was happy, Chen Jingke always lamented that his waist was weak.

Yuan Day has arrived amid the bustle, and the Great Court Meeting will naturally become even more lively.

Li Shimin composed a poem on the spot:

He Yiyan's crown cover and colorful clothing seal.

The feathers are flying along the road, and the bells and drums are shaking on the rock corridor.

The group practice is radiant, and the frost halberd shines in the morning light.

Morning and night, I cherish the truth, but in the end I am ashamed to caress the wilderness.

The wind opens the festival, and the gray rhythm moves the early sun.

Hundreds of barbarians are worshiping Xia Zui, and all the nations are still in power.

Although there is no trace of Shun and Yu, I am glad that the world is healthy.

The carriage tracks are the same as the eight tables, and the writing is mixed in all directions.

This poem was indeed above the standard. For a moment, there was a cloud of flattery, and Li Shimin was so happy that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.

Chen Jingke curled his lips, not because he felt bad, but compared with a certain poem in his memory, it was the younger brother among younger brothers.

However, no matter how stupid he was, he knew not to slap Li Shimin in the face in this situation, so he also applauded along with everyone.

It's a pity that his expression was clearly seen by Changsun Wugou, who was sitting next to him.

When the court meeting was over, Changsun Wugu grabbed his ear and said, "Tell me clearly, what's your expression?"

Li Shimin looked like he was watching the fun and said, "Hey, what's wrong? Jing Ke made your aunt angry again?"

Changsun Wugou said: "When you were writing the poem just now, he curled his lips and looked dismissive."

What?

Li Shimin's beard stood up in anger, and he said: "Tighten it hard, don't feel bad for this bastard."

Chen Jingke quickly shouted: "Little Sizi, come and save me, your mother-in-law is trying to trick me."

Changsun Wugou was also angry when he heard this. He raised his eyebrows and put a little force on his hands, saying:

"Your backer has gone to Shu'er's house. No one can save you today."

Chen Jingke finally gave up and quickly grabbed her hand and yelled: "It hurts, it hurts, please be gentle, aunt, your ear fell off."

Changsun Wugou said: "It's just right if you drop it. It will give you a memory and make you feel that you are older and younger."

Chen Jingke immediately admitted his defeat and said, "I was wrong. I really know I was wrong and I will never dare to do it again."

Of course, Li Shimin and Changsun Wugou were not really angry, they were just amused. After a while, they let him go.

After everyone sat down, Li Shimin asked: "Tell me clearly, do you dislike the poems I wrote?"

How could Chen Jingke dare to say no? He quickly shook his head and said, "How is that possible? Your Majesty has already written this poem so well."

Li Shimin's expression softened slightly and he said, "Then why do you put on that expression?"

Chen Jingke said carefully: "My aunt was wrong, I was actually applauding all the time."

The eldest grandson Wugao stared with apricot eyes and said: "You said I saw it wrong?"

Chen Jingke hesitated and said: "You are really wrong. I am not disdainful, but...yes..."

Li Shimin squinted and said, "What is it?"

Chen Jingke had no choice but to bite the bullet and said: "I happen to know a similar poem. When I heard your majesty's poem, I couldn't help but compare it."

Li Shimin didn't expect this answer, and he immediately became interested.

He was very satisfied with his poem. It was a standard masterpiece, and few in the Tang Dynasty could surpass it.

Of course, this is because this was the early Tang Dynasty, the chaos in the Central Plains had just ended, and the literary style had not yet flourished.

Those famous poets are either still nursing or have not been born yet, and the splendid "Tang poetry" has not yet appeared.

Under the current circumstances, Li Shimin's poem is indeed a masterpiece, and he is fully confident.

Of course, compared to poetry, his Wei Feng Fu is the real classic.

Even compared with those famous literati masterpieces in history, it is not inferior.

Hearing Chen Jingke say that there were similar poems, Li Shimin, who was full of confidence, suddenly became interested and said:

"Come, tell me about the poem you know, and I will compare and comment on it."

Chen Jingke said hesitantly: "This..."

Seeing his refusal, Li Shimin thought the poem was not good, so he refused to let it go, saying:

"Tell me, I won't break your legs later."

Chen Jingke naturally knew that he would not break his legs, but he also knew that he could not refuse, so he could only say:

"Okay, I said it."

"explain."

So Chen Jingke read Wang Wei's poem, "He Jia Sheren's Early Dynasty to the Daming Palace":

The crimson rooster announces the dawn, and the green clouds and fur are revealed before the clothes are still on.
To be continued...