Chapter 192: To the Empress: Wife, life needs romance
Xia Fengxiang lay beside Su Changan and looked at what Su Changan was drawing.
Until Su Changan finished painting, Xia Fengxiang still couldn't figure out what it was, so he looked at Su Changan in confusion.
Su Changan looked at the simple drawing of a short skirt.
Even though he couldn't make it himself, if he handed it over to the people in the Shangfu Bureau, they would definitely be able to make it according to the instructions. After all, it wasn't a complicated process.
However, as he watched, Su Changan turned around and looked at Xia Fengxiang and said, "Stand up first."
Xia Fengxiang became even more confused.
But he still stood up and looked at Su Changan.
Su Changan took the painting to Xia Fengxiang, looked at the painting, then looked at his wife. It was amazing. She really suited herself in a short skirt.
How about getting the shirt out too?
While Su Changan was thinking this, he looked at Xia Fengxiang again, and the image in his mind was of his wife wearing a tight shirt and a hip-hugging miniskirt.
"Hey~~" Su Changan laughed happily.
Xia Fengxiang looked at the silly Su Changan, then lowered his head to look at the unknown thing on the paper, but suddenly
Xia Fengxiang looked at the painting, then at his own body, and then looked at Su Changan in confusion: "Skirt?"
Su Changan nodded: "Yeah."
After that, he looked at Xia Fengxiang with a smug look and said, "But it's also a little hobby of ours. But don't worry, although we can't make black silk stockings now, if we make a model that's similar to your legs, and then make the silk according to this model, maybe this little hobby can be fully maximized! But to some extent, bare legs are actually pretty good."
Xia Fengxiang frowned slightly. In fact, she didn't quite understand what Su Changan was talking about. So she looked at the very short skirt in the painting again, and thought about the image of herself wearing such a short skirt.
then
Swish!
Xia Fengxiang's face turned red, and he immediately understood what Su Changan meant by interest. He then glared at Su Changan and said, "Su Changan! Are you going to die? Are you talking nonsense again?"
Su Changan looked at Xia Fengxiang, stood up immediately and said confidently: "Life needs a little romance, I am working hard to plan for our future, so believe me, when you put it on, my combat effectiveness will be off the charts, and if I help you get a pair of ponytails, my attack speed will be increased."
Although Xia Fengxiang didn't understand what combat power and twin tails and attack speed were, he was very clear that this dirty bastard Su Changan was definitely thinking about all sorts of messed up things.
So I decided to teach him a lesson.
But before he started to act, Xia Fengxiang thought for a moment, then stared at Su Changan and asked with gritted teeth, "Why don't you wear it, my Queen who is number one on the Rouge List!!"
When Su Changan heard this, he put his lips close to Xia Fengxiang's ear and whispered something.
Xia Fengxiang's face turned red instantly, and even his ears turned red.
Su Changan looked at Xia Fengxiang and said, "So I can't wear it. Only you can do it. Eh."
But just as Su Changan had finished speaking, he was knocked down by Xia Fengxiang. Xia Fengxiang, who was so angry that he bit Su Changan's shoulder hard.
After biting it, Xia Fengxiang turned his head with a red face, too embarrassed to even look at Su Changan.
Su Changan rubbed his shoulders and looked at Xia Fengxiang, feeling helpless. It was obviously you who asked me to wear it. I told you what would happen after I wore it, and simply explained the issues of combat power and attack speed. Why are you biting me!
Xia Fengxiang felt Su Changan looking at him, his face flushed and he rolled his eyes at Su Changan fiercely, then he hurriedly picked up a folded paper to cover his face.
but
Thinking of what Su Changan had just said, Xia Fengxiang felt his heart pounding, especially when he thought of those scenes, his face turned even redder.
Su Changan had no choice but to reach out and straighten out the folded paper that Xia Fengxiang had turned over, and then planned to draw the shirt as well.
Thinking about the fact that making nylon requires some technology, Su Changan sighed. It turned out that technology is the first element of life.
After expressing his feelings, Su Changan decided to continue painting.
But just picked up the pen.
I heard Yan Ruyu clasping her fists outside and saying, "Your Majesty, Miss, Feng Ying is back and said he has something important to report."
Su Changan nodded and frowned: "Isn't Feng Ying protecting the cat? Is there something wrong with the cat?"
Then, Su Changan frowned and said, "Let her come over."
Feng Ying immediately arrived at the gate of the courtyard and saluted: "Greetings to His Majesty, and to the young lady."
Xia Fengxiang was still hiding behind the letter, and her face was flushed, which was really embarrassing.
After the greetings, Feng Ying recounted what happened to Maomao outside.
After hearing this, Su Changan was stunned for a moment: "Ah?"
Feng Ying clasped her fists and continued, "Miss, Miss Maomao said that if you help her this time, she is willing to practice calligraphy with you for a week, and she will do whatever you ask her to do during this week. She also said that she really wants that medicinal herb and hopes you can help her. It was all her fault in the past, and she hopes you can be magnanimous."
Su Changan was at a loss for words again. It was a pity that he didn't see Maomao say it to him in person! !
But this is not important, just wait for her to come back and let the cat do it again.
But after thinking for a while, Su Changan said, "Aren't there a lot of poems I threw away in that girl's messenger bag? There are also some medicinal herbs."
But thinking about this, Su Changan thought of something interesting.
So Su Changan picked up the pen and decided to write another one, but just as he was about to write, he froze for a moment and looked up at Feng Ying: "Is it okay to just need the medicinal materials?"
Feng Ying thought for a moment and said, "Yes."
Su Changan didn't need to think too much, as there were so many poems about medicinal herbs.
With a wave of his hand, he wrote an article.
Su Changan wrote a few more words to Maomao.
Xia Fengxiang secretly looked at what Su Changan wrote from behind the letter. When he saw it, he was a little surprised, and then stared at Su Changan, "You dirty bastard! ! Your mind is full of thoughts of doing that to me. But you can write poems easily! And you write them so well."
But thinking of this, Xia Fengxiang couldn't help but look at Su Changan below the waist.
Then
Her mind immediately recalled what Su Changan had just said, and her face turned red.
However, after Su Changan finished writing the poem, he did not hand it to Feng Ying immediately. Instead, he wrote two more slips of paper, folded them together, stood up, walked to Feng Ying and said, "Show her these two first, and then give her this one after she is sure. If one of these two does not agree, you can't show her the latter one."
Feng Ying didn't understand what it meant, but after carefully putting it away, she said, "Yes."
Su Changan thought for a moment and then said, "If there is a conflict, or the boss doesn't recognize it, you can directly tell the boss the identity of the cat."
After that, Su Changan thought about it again, and confirmed that there would be nothing else, so he said, "Thank you for making the trip."
Feng Ying responded, clasped his fists again, then turned and left.
Looking at Feng Ying's back, Su Changan thought again that there would be nothing else to worry about, so he was too lazy to think about it.
After all, the cat must be safe, nothing else can happen, and there are people around.
So without thinking too much about anything else, he turned around and saw Xia Fengxiang staring at him from behind the letter.
However, when Su Changan looked at Xia Fengxiang, Xia Fengxiang immediately blocked him with a folded paper.
Su Changan came close to Xia Fengxiang and said, "Wife, can I see your feet? In exchange, I will show you my feet."
Hearing this, Xia Fengxiang threw the letter in his hand directly at Su Changan.
Anyway, it's a letter of greeting from Yang Guofu, so it doesn't matter how you throw it.
Then he cursed: "Draw your short skirt!!"
Su Changan was stunned, and immediately realized that this was what Xia Fengxiang would wear. His heart was suddenly filled with passion, and he sat down and started drawing the shirt.
After sitting down, he looked at his wife's blushing face, and held a folder in her hand, covering half of her face, and the folder was overturned.
Su Changan sighed, how come his wife is so cute and so popular! ?
…
In front of the pharmacy in Luoan City, the number of people gathered there was several times more than before.
In addition, many people have written poems, but because they are too mediocre, they are not noticed by the herbal medicine store owner.
Now
A talented man who heard the news just finished writing a poem and handed it to the owner of the herbal medicine store with full confidence.
The owner of the herbal medicine shop read out the poem in his hand: "In winter, there is no place to protect against the wind, so I paste layers of Angelica dahurica on the windows. When the snow melts and the sun rises, I will hang white-headed birds outside the doors."
Finished reciting.
Someone in the crowd immediately shouted, “Great poem!”
While many people around were savoring the poem, an old man stood up and said, "Manager Li, this is indeed a good poem. The windproof, white angelica, actinolite, and whitehead are all connected and well-crafted. It's quite exquisite."
The owner of the herbal medicine shop lowered his head and looked at the poem in his hand, then looked at the talented scholar beside him and said, "Mr. Zhang, can you put it aside for now? If there are no other better poems today, I will definitely give you an explanation."
The talented man named Zhang Wentao was somewhat unhappy when he heard this, but he could only nod and say, "Listen to Shopkeeper Li."
After bowing, the shopkeeper Li of the herbal medicine store placed the poem in his hand on the table. At this moment, in addition to Zhang Wentao's poem, there were three other poems on the table, all of which were temporarily shelved.
It’s not that these poems aren’t good enough.
But when Shopkeeper Li heard it, he felt that although it was catchy, it lacked some meaning. Mainly, it was not suitable to be used as a signboard!
You Li breathed a sigh of relief. The little girl from Rao Jiang had been scared for a long time, fearing that someone had taken the Jinbo Xunhua.
The cat was not anxious at all, but was very worried!
Because she was afraid that her eldest daughter, who always did strange things, would suddenly become ill and be unwilling to help her, what should she do?
In other words, deliberately create very strange conditions.
Thinking of the master in my home.
Cat, I have a headache!
Youli looked at the cat like this and thought that the cat with a serious face was so cute, so he subconsciously reached out to rub the cat's head.
But he was immediately glared at by the cat, so he immediately laughed and withdrew his hand.
But at this time.
The boy who was with the old man before squeezed in from the crowd and came to the old man sitting on the box. After bowing respectfully, he took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to the old man, panting.
Then the boy took a deep breath and whispered, "Master Yao said that he did his best, but you owe him a drink."
The old man shook his head helplessly: "I told you not to go, so I'll deduct the money you spent on this feast."
When the boy heard this, his face immediately twisted. This is exactly what you came for, the Jinbo Xunhua.
Shopkeeper Li had felt from the beginning that this old man was not an ordinary person. When he saw the boy coming back, he immediately stepped forward and said, "Excuse me, old sir, do you want to participate?"
The old man looked at the poem in his hand and said with a smile: "Please appreciate it, Manager Li."
After taking it with both hands, Shopkeeper Li looked at the poem in his hand, but his expression changed immediately after he looked at it, and then he looked at the old man.
The old man smiled and said, "It was written by an old friend. If Shopkeeper Li chooses it, you have to ask him before revealing his name."
Shopkeeper Li immediately bowed to the old man.
The people around him naturally noticed the sudden change in Shopkeeper Li's behavior, and one of them immediately shouted, "Shopkeeper Li, what poem did this old gentleman invite? Please read it out for us to listen to."
Shopkeeper Li glanced at the old man.
The old man nodded.
Shopkeeper Li immediately cleared his throat: "The riverside peony is like the Chuheng poem, the golden amber is like the Lingquan stone swallow. The gansui fennel lingers on the sea moon, and the red beans in the Beiting express my love for you."
This poem was recited.
Many scholars present were surprised.
After a moment of silence, Shi Yi, a student at the Imperial College, shouted, "Great!"
The student surnamed Wu beside him also said in disbelief: "The poem is full of names of medicines, and the whole poem, Jiangli, Shaoyao, Chuheng Haiyue, Beiting, and Xiangsi, adds up to a total of twelve Chinese medicines! And they are cleverly embedded and combined to give the poem poetic meaning and effect. It is more fitting than Brother Wentao's poems! And it is intriguing and interesting."
Another student looked at the old man and bowed, "Old sir, I wonder who wrote such a unique poem expressing the feelings of the herbaceous plants."
The old man shook his head and said, "He is an old friend of mine. However, since he did not tell me his name, I am sorry that I cannot tell you."
The student bowed hastily to apologize.
The other people present who understood what was said were all stunned.
Poetry and medicine have the same root, the same vein, and the same origin.
This poem borrows the meaning, connotation and homophony of Chinese medicine names, and connects them together, not only does it flow smoothly, but the meaning of each medicine is combined into a catchy and more interesting poem than some other poems.
Most importantly
The entire article is filled with names of medicines. Doesn't this perfectly meet what Shopkeeper Li requested?
Moreover, these poems are more appropriate and more exquisite than the three poems just now.
Youli didn't understand the poetry, but looking at the expressions of the people around him, he naturally understood that the old man's poetry was amazing.
You Li knew that the old man also wanted the Golden Wave Flower, so he looked down at Maomao with an even more anxious look on his face: "Maomao, what should we do?"
Maomao also frowned at this time, stood on tiptoe and looked back, but there was no sign of Feng Ying at all.
She was worried that Su Changan would not help her write poetry, and she was also anxious that the Jin Boxunhua would be taken away by the old doctor.
Holding the small bag tightly.
Cats are very impetuous!!
"Shopkeeper Li, can this old gentleman choose one of your three treasures?"
Someone in the crowd immediately shouted this.
Upon hearing this, Shopkeeper Li said, "Li is a man of his word, so of course I won't do that."
But when Manager Li said this.
Shopkeeper Li saw that the people sent by the red-dressed girl had also returned. He saw that the red-dressed girl had a good family background. After all, the material she was wearing was the finest summer brocade, which could only be used by high-ranking officials. How could the poems she sent back be bad? So after thinking for a while, he looked at the red-dressed girl and asked, "Do you have any poems, too?"
The heroic girl in red held the poem in her hand and nodded to Shopkeeper Li, saying proudly, "Of course I have it. It was written by my second sister."
As he said this, he walked forward and handed the poem in his hand to Shopkeeper Li.
After Shopkeeper Li took it, he looked at it again, and his expression changed. He then smiled bitterly and looked at the old man, then at the girl in red: "I have recited it."
The girl in red nodded.
Shopkeeper Li cleared his throat again.
The people around naturally noticed the change in Manager Li's expression, so they had been waiting for a long time.
I only heard the shopkeeper Li reciting: "Nine miles of fragrant embankment are surrounded by six bends, and the spring scenery returns in all seasons. The wind blows through the vines and willows, and the longing for love is awakened. After the rain, the mountains are green and the rocks are covered with swallows."
After hearing this, everyone was stunned.
The old man was also stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head.
The boy counted on his fingers and said, "Nine kinds of fragrant grass, six-curve acacia, mountain-green holly, and stone swallow. Master, there are two less than us!"
The old man tapped the boy's head with his cane, and then looked at the girl in red with an apologetic look on his face.
The girl also frowned. She didn't understand poetry and didn't know how many kinds of medicinal herbs there were. But if two were missing, wouldn't that mean she lost?
But after looking at the old man and thinking about it, it doesn't matter. After all, the old man said before that he doesn't want ginseng, so there is no winning or losing.
So looking at the old man, the girl smiled and saluted with her fists.
but
The people around became lively, because this poem was just like the previous one, extremely exquisite. The whole text was names of traditional Chinese medicines, and it was carefully thought out.
Moreover, both poems are about expressing emotions and scenery. Although the emotions are somewhat ordinary, they are all names of Chinese medicinal herbs. Besides expressing emotions, they also present the magnificence and fantasy of hundreds of herbs and the rich medicinal fragrance.
"Can poetry be created like this?"
"It seems someone has written something like this before. I saw it on a tree, but... it's not as good as it used to be."
"If you want to create such a poem, it is not only a matter of literary talent, but also requires proficiency in medical knowledge."
"These two poems are equally matched, but the former has two more words than the latter. Does that mean the old gentleman won?"
"There are three types. There's no winning or losing. But today I've really broadened my horizons. I thought writing about medicinal herbs was just like the [Lovesickness] that our queen wrote. I didn't expect poetry could be written this way."
"Don't pull the Empress, the poem "Lovesickness" is much better than these two. Don't forget that this poem was written for His Majesty!"
…
Everyone was talking at once.
Those who had written poems before shook their heads and sighed.
Even Zhang Wentao, who had just been very unhappy and felt that Manager Li was a little ignorant of the value of things, was now secretly regretting why he had not thought of it.
Many talented people among them lowered their heads and thought whether they could write such poems, but after thinking about it, they all smiled bitterly, because they really didn't know the names of those Chinese medicines. Even if they knew them, they also had to know the meanings of those Chinese medicines.
"Cat!"
Youli was now completely anxious and looked at the cat beside him.
Maomao clenched his fists and said seriously, "We can't give up yet! Even if you don't want to, Feng Ying will definitely..."
When he said this, the sound of a horse neighing reached everyone's ears.
This naturally includes Maomao and Youli.
Everyone turned their heads to look and saw the tall Feng Ying get off the horse and squeeze in towards where Maomao was.
When the cat saw Feng Ying coming, it immediately squeezed Youli's hand with a happy face. Its pair of cat ears reappeared and kept wagging, and its tail behind it was also wagging back and forth, looking very excited.
Because the cat saw it.
When Feng Ying got off the horse, he took out a piece of paper from his arms! !
(End of this chapter)
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