"Fan Gong, Lu Gong, uncle, everyone, please judge, my companion suddenly has a stomachache. I'm afraid she has sha, and her life is in danger. I have to send her to the hospital quickly."
Zhao Si explained quickly.
"It doesn't matter. There are several world-famous doctors here, so there is no need to sacrifice the near for the distant." Li Gonglin blocked Zhao Si's retreat without any courtesy.
You bad old man, you didn’t ask Zhang Dun if my fist was as big as a sand pot!
But with so many people here, especially a bunch of famous scholars, Li Gonglin expected that Zhao Xi would not dare to be presumptuous and would be confident. He really had to send someone to invite those "world-famous doctors" in his words.
Seeing that several people had been called over and were about to take Ming Zhaoxia's pulse, Zhao Si said with a cold face.
"No need, men and women cannot be intimate."
Everyone around him is not a fool. As soon as Zhao Si said these words and the look on his face, how could everyone not know that this was just his excuse.
Li Gonglin laughed wildly in his heart, Zhao Shisan, you also have today, look at how I am teasing you!
Jinmingchi is your Gaixia and Feishui of Zhao Shisan!
"Oh, could it be that this is Lord Zhaoxia of Prince Jian's palace who is rumored in Kaifeng City?" Li Gonglin asked deliberately looking surprised.
"Of course. Such a stunning person is of course the Jinyu Slave of the past and the Zhaoxia Lord of today. "The lights of Jiuqu are mixed with dreams, and we have gathered and dispersed in the past ten years to sigh. Outside the door of the Handshake Palace in the Ming Dynasty, we watched the morning glow of Yinque.
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The person playing cooperation next to him is Zhao Ji.
However, he has an irresistible true love for beautiful people and objects. Perhaps this is his nature as an artist.
Seeing Ming Zhaoxia, who is as beautiful as a peach and plum, dressed in men's clothing, and extremely heroic, Zhao Ji couldn't help but enter a certain state.
Pity, love, melancholy...
Ming Zhaoxia gave him a faint look.
If it is true as Thirteenth Lang said, you should just be a prince of poetry and painting.
Li Gonglin shook his head and said: "Wonderful! Everyone is saying that His Highness King Jian changed his past for the sake of a beautiful woman. A prodigal son will turn around without money, and a beautiful woman will favor him and become a wise man. With such a good story, why doesn't His Highness King Jian recite poems and lyrics to express his emotions?"
Express your grandma’s erotic feelings!
The poems that I remember in my mind are either by Li Bai or Du Fu, and at most there are a few scattered poems by Bai Juyi, Li He, Li Shangyin, Yuan Zhen and others.
Most of the words I remember are Su Shi's.
There are also a few poems by Xin Qiji, but they are not suitable for the occasion. Not only can they not save face if they are recited on the spot, but everyone will definitely think that they have copied them from somewhere.
If you are careless and miss Jingzhou, I am afraid that Old Man Li will be in trouble today.
After hearing the news, everyone gathered around. There were three floors inside and three floors outside. They were so crowded.
The "uneducated and incompetent" King Jian wants to write poetry!
This news is comparable to the sun rising in the west, the Hexi family suddenly surrendered, and the Khitan returned the eighteen states of Yanyun.
It must be watched strongly.
Seeing the strength of the crowd, Li Gonglin became more and more energetic.
Zhao Shisan, today I have to press your face to the ground and rub it back and forth until sparks appear.
"His Royal Highness Jian Wang, you used to be unruly, but since you met the Jin Yu slave Jin Feng Yu Lu, you have conquered countless people in the world. From then on, you changed your mind, no longer indulged in life, no longer wantonly, and you are tied to Lord Zhaoxia. Such a good deed,
Isn’t His Highness King Jian full of thoughts and emotions? Isn’t it possible that he can’t sing songs to express his aspirations and poems to praise his feelings?”
I'm so excited!
Zhao Si looked at Li Gonglin's smiling old face and wished he could punch him and beat him into waffles.
I obviously fell into the water in Jin Mingchi, and after I fell into a coma, I realized the truth, changed my past, and worked hard to become stronger. I really have nothing to do with Jin Yunu.
But after a great enlightenment, there is no beauty to admire, and the return of the prodigal son is wonderful! Everyone likes to see this kind of plot.
Looking at the expectant eyes of everyone, there is also the traitorous look of Li Gonglin who has succeeded in his conspiracy.
Zhao Si couldn't wait to shout loudly.
This is not the case, it was this bad old man who slandered me!
He slandered me!
Turning around, he saw that Ming Zhaoxia no longer had a stomachache, but was looking at him with bright eyes.
From those clear, bottomless eyes, Zhao seemed to read it.
Women all over the world may have a dream. They hope that a man will work hard for himself, become a hero in one fell swoop, and then fly together with her.
Okay, I'll do what you want.
"If you don't respect your predecessors and cherish your own body, your pretense of madness will inevitably turn out to be true. I once whipped a famous horse because I was drunk, for fear that my love would be a burden to my beauty."
After Zhao Si finished reading aloud, the entire Dolexuan became extremely quiet, as if a gust of wind swept away all the people who were bustling just now.
This poem... seems to have the meaning of rebuking oneself for the past life of wandering, poetry, drinking and romantic life, and resolutely making up one's mind to move forward with the wise.
It's just that this poem was read by Jian Wang Zhao Shisan, which is a bit incredible.
It's not very well written.
Frankly speaking, if others had written this poem, everyone would think it was very average. If they were more harsh, they would even say it was substandard. The use of rhyme, rhythm, counterpoint, etc., all seemed unsatisfactory.
But if it was written by an ignorant person like King Jian, it would be completely different.
Especially it is consistent with his past story of "the prodigal son turned back when a beauty favored him", and it can be seen that he was inspired by this.
"Good! 'If you don't respect your predecessors and cherish your own body, your pretense of madness will inevitably turn out to be true.' This is a good saying!" Fan Chunren stroked his beard and praised in praise.
"I am different from Mr. Fan. What I like is the phrase 'I am afraid that love will be too tiring for a beautiful woman.' It is true that people who are not romantic are wasting their youth!" Lu Huiqing also praised it repeatedly.
Li Gonglin felt like he had eaten a big bowl of flies.
Fan Chunren is the most famous among everyone present today, but Lu Huiqing is the highest-ranking official among everyone present today, except for a few clan members.
When the first, second and third place were judged before, neither of them made a sound. Now that Zhao Simian read such a "nondescript" poem, they came out together to applaud.
How can I smear people and suppress them?
Li Gonglin almost gritted his old teeth. Such a great opportunity actually let Zhao Shisan pass by again.
Turning his head angrily and looking at Zhao Si with a peaceful face, Li Gonglin couldn't figure it out.
How could he write poetry? I never expected it.
Another person I never expected was Zhao Ji.
In his opinion, Brother Thirteen is good at everything else, but his lack of literary talent is his biggest weakness.
Today, Li Gonglin wanted to seize this point and make him look embarrassed. Zhao Ji knew it. He had been actively cooperating in secret.
But I never expected that Brother Thirteen would win a big prize.
It's really a waste of money.
At dusk, a family of three sat around a table to have dinner. Just as she was about to use her chopsticks, Mrs. Zeng suddenly said: "I heard that the official wrote a poem in Duolexuan, which won the praise of Fan Gong and Lu Gong?"
Who is it? The news spread so quickly!
It must be Li Gonglin and Brother Eleven. After their plan failed, they made another plan and deliberately spread the matter to my wife's ears so that my backyard would catch fire.
Fortunately, I, Zhao Shisan, always take precautions.
When I wrote a poem for my concubine Ming Zhaoxia, I had to hold a bowl of water evenly, and I also wrote a poem for the princess. Only in this way can the family be harmonious and the animals prosperous.
Okay, ladies, sit a little further apart, I'm going to use my big moves.
"There are layers of new green among the branches, and little buds hide a few dots of red. Don't vomit your love lightly, and teach the peaches and plums to make the spring breeze."
Zhao Si shook his head and said.
Mrs. Zeng was silent for a while, and finally said quietly: "Okay, I accept this poem.
Zhao Si breathed a long sigh of relief and finally passed the test. It was not that he was reluctant to part with the song "If life is only like the first time we met", but that big killer weapon was good, but it was not suitable for the situation.
Oh, it's so difficult for me. This chapter has been completed!