Chapter 753: The Greatest Suffering of a Bad Student
Xinbao was stunned, his eyes wide open.
She stood there looking at the young man across the river, at a loss for what to do for a long time.
Then she murmured, "Xinbao is no longer sad, and she is not angry with others just because the bad guys are bad. As for Xuanhu, Xinbao..."
She glanced at Emperor Mingpeidi, and Emperor Mingpeidi nodded at her, meaning that it was all fine, she could recover or not.
Xinbao thought about it and said, "How about this, we can ask the clinic to send patients here in the future. If the clinic can't treat them, send them to Xuanhu and let Xinbao treat them..."
She hadn't figured out what to do yet, so she glanced at her wife.
Yuan Shen Juelue took two steps forward and said in a clear voice: "Since Your Highness has approved, a notice will be posted at the Xuanhu clinic in the next two days to inform how to treat the patient in the future."
The man was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly.
All the drug dealers also bowed in unison.
Yuan Shenjue bowed, and Xinbao and his group left.
In fact, it is quite simple to implement Xinbao's idea. The process is roughly like this: if the clinics encounter patients who cannot be cured, they will write pulse records in the name of the clinic and "recommend" the patients to the clinic. The clinic will then have imperial physicians on duty every day. If the imperial physicians cannot cure the patient, the situation will be reported to the palace, and Xinbao will come out to save the patient when he is free.
Then, at the clinic, the pulse diagnosis records and prescriptions would be written down for everyone to copy and study.
The advantages of this are that it is more rigorous, more labor-saving, less likely to be missed, and there shouldn't be too many cases. After all, a clinic also needs a reputation. Why would they open a clinic if they can't treat everyone?
The downside is that the hours are not regular and you may have to leave the palace at any time.
Xinbao listened to him, and suddenly reached out, grabbed Mingpeidi's hand, and whispered: "Yeah, actually Xinbao...is not kind-hearted."
Emperor Mingpei bent down, picked up his granddaughter, and said to her face to face, "Xinbao, you have to understand that just because someone is selfish, it doesn't mean that they are not 'kind and compassionate'. Xinbao loves her family more and cares more about her family, which is inevitable, but this does not conflict with whether Xinbao loves the world or whether she is 'kind and compassionate'."
"Xinbao, you once said that Yeye is wise and brave, and has a keen eye for people. Well, it's not because I am Xinbao's Yeye, but Xinbao. I think Xinbao is kind and virtuous, and deserves the love of the people."
Xinbao looked at Yeye quietly with her pair of bright black grape eyes, and Mingpeidi nodded to her solemnly.
Tuanzi opened his arms, hugged Yeye, buried his little face in his arms, and said in a muffled voice: "But Xinbao was lazy."
Emperor Mingpei said: "No, Xinbao is busy with the affairs of the Imperial Pharmacy. Xinbao is not lazy."
His voice was very gentle. At this moment, he was not a high and mighty emperor, but just a boy who loved his granddaughter.
Li Songqing followed behind quietly.
When the little child felt the people's warm and sincere love, his first reaction was shame. He felt that he was not good enough and did not deserve it. This is really rare.
This little princess always makes people feel warm.
After returning to the Qianqing Palace, Xinbao practiced calligraphy while Yuan Shenjue was writing notices there.
Li Songqing also asked for paper and pen and wrote his article leisurely. Hao·Uncultured·Out of Place·Hua Shi sighed and went out to play.
Li Songqing wrote very quickly, his pen flew, and he finished in about a quarter of an hour, then sat down to drink tea.
After drinking some tea, he remembered his duties and strolled over to watch Xinbao practice calligraphy.
Although Xinbao had the calligraphy of Duke Weiguo in front of her, the handwriting was still in the style of a bighead carp. It was obvious that when she was writing, she was just looking at the "characters" and then writing them herself, without paying attention to the "style" at all.
Li Songqing did not interrupt her, but watched quietly until she finished writing, then asked: "Since Your Highness does not like this handwriting, why do you want to copy this calligraphy?"
Xinbao was stunned for a moment, and looked at the calligraphy in front of him: "Xinbao doesn't dislike it, but Xinbao doesn't know why it is written like this..."
She glanced at him and said weakly, "Xinbao should have his own style, right?"
"Okay." Li Songqing was very calm. Then he took Xinbao's pen and continued writing along the lines she had written.
The time for Xinbao to practice calligraphy had already come and he was eager to leave, but when he saw him writing like this, Xinbao couldn't help but exclaimed.
He wrote in her style, with a round and soft handwriting, also like a fathead fish...
But for some reason, it looks particularly beautiful. If Xinbao wrote a puffer fish that couldn't swim, what he wrote was at least a puffer fish that could dance.
Xinbao stared blankly, watching Li Songqing finish writing the remaining half of the paper in a very leisurely manner.
At this moment, the uneducated Tuanzi, who had seen many talented people, felt the charm of talented people for the first time inexplicably! ! She held his hand and said, "Master Li, why do you write so beautifully? Xinbao wants to learn."
"Want to learn?" Li Songqing smiled and said, "Then you just watch carefully."
He changed another piece of paper, tucked his sleeves up, and wrote with his wrist suspended, moving very slowly, saying, "Look at the tip of the pen."
Xinbao stared at it intently. In his hand, the brush gave him a sense of freedom. Every pause and turn of the brush seemed to leave just the right traces and look very beautiful.
There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!
Li Songqing is not good at teaching, but he can replicate his own successful experience.
Let Xinbao appreciate the "beauty" of fonts first, and then let her consciously try to do it.
Yuan Shenjue had already finished writing the notice and went out to instruct his subordinates. When he came in, he saw the two of them like this.
He was about to go around to take a look when his eyes suddenly caught sight of the article written by Li Songqing on the table.
Yuan Shenjue couldn't help but stop and picked up the article to read.
Li Songqing's article describes his experiences during his recent visit to the Imperial Pharmacy.
But his writing is special.
It seems to be understated and lacks any surging emotions, but when you read it carefully, it is full of delicious flavor and you will never get tired of reading it.
He is not condescending, but walks around the world, looking at everyone equally. If he encounters something good, he will stay a little longer and look at it more. If there is something bad, he will just watch coldly and will not interfere.
But no matter whether it is beautiful or not, he did not add a word of praise or criticism, nor did he add a word of likes or dislikes. It is just like the world you pass by every day. He suddenly and quietly says "look", and you look around and see the scenery everywhere.
Yuan Shenjue had never seen such an article.
He studied under Yuan Xiang.
Yuan Xiang was a man with scheming and strategy, but he was also a great scholar with ambition and a heart for the world. The same was true of his articles, which were very profound and concerned about the country and the people. Even his poems and essays about wine at the time showed great righteousness in the wine.
In fact, neither Liang Ruoxu nor Cheng Fuju are exactly like him. Instead, Brother Dayuan, who is young, has a temperament quite like his father.
And he...
Whether Yuan Shenjue was willing to admit it or not, he really did not have the kind of benevolence and love for his country and the people, nor did he have the kind of passionate emotions that the world's talented people had. He could write an essay that satisfied the examiner in the examination room, but he did not feel happy.
For him, writing articles is just a tool. He is proficient in this tool, but he does not like it.
But Li Songqing's article made him vaguely find something.
He was in a trance.
(End of this chapter)