Duliang pill from the Song Dynasty's "One Hundred and One Prescriptions", Bianliang is also the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, as the Tang Dynasty's Bai Zhihan naturally could not know, Zuo Shaoyang said this recipe, this prescription is very simple, just use Bai Zhi boiling soup to wash several times, and then grind into fine powder, refining honey into pills. In addition to treating menstrual abdominal pain, Duliang pills can also treat wind dizziness, blood wind headache, etc.

After Bai Zhihan remembered this recipe, he said, "Can you tell another story?" ”

"Okay." Zuo Shaoyang stared at her soft and moist red lips: "You seem to have forgotten something." ”

Bai Zhihan shyly knelt and climbed two steps, came to Zuo Shaoyang, supported her shoulders with both hands, and kissed him lightly on the mouth.

"Perfunctory!" Zuo Shaoyang said, "Be careful!" Just like that night on a rockery. ”

Bai Zhihan was ashamed, so he had to kiss his mouth again, put the fragrant tongue into his mouth and let him suck it enough, then sat back, his face flushed and said, "Young Master go on." ”

"Okay, this time, let's tell me the story of my friend who likes to write poetry."

Bai Zhihan said curiously: "The friend you wrote poetry? ”

"Well, he has a lot of stories, some of which are related to medicinal herbs, so let's choose these to tell."

Bai Zhihan smiled: "It should be your own story, right?" She likes the Tang and Song poems that Zuo Shaoyang used to read, thinking that people who can write such good poems must have already become famous all over the world, and it is absolutely impossible for them not to know at all, so she firmly believes that Zuo Shaoyang does not have such a friend at all, and the poems that Zuo Shaoyang read before were all written by Zuo Shaoyang himself, and at this moment he will listen to this story as his story.

Zuo Shaoyang smiled: "His story is actually very pitiful, and I am not so pitiful." ”

"Really? The young master said. Bai Zhihan's beautiful Danfeng eyes flashed, and she looked at him watery.

"Well, my friend lives in poverty, and can even be said to be poor, often eats the last meal without the next meal, and he is reluctant to fall down the hot and rancid meals at home, he once wrote poems to laugh at himself, including a few sentences called 'Towards the rich children's door, twilight with the fat horse dust.'" The remnants of the cup and the cold burn, the sorrow lurks everywhere'. ”

"Can the young master memorize all this poem?"

"It's too long, I can't remember, I still remember a few sentences, it's called 'The young man in the past said, he was a state guest in the morning.'" Read more than 10,000 volumes, and write like a god. ”

"Wow, what a sentence 'Read more than 10,000 books, write like a god'! Was he going to Beijing to take the exam at that time? ”

"yes, --huh, how do you know?"

"The poem says, 'Morning Chongguan State Guest', "Zhou Yi? Divination? There are clouds in the Elephant Dictionary: "The Light of the Viewing the Country, Shangbin Ye" He can claim to be the state guest of the light of the country, and then he lives so down, naturally he is not a real state guest, and his writing is so good, he can read more than 10,000 volumes, and he should be selected to catch up with the tribute students. ”

Zuo Shaoyang gave a thumbs up: "The analysis is correct!" He went to Beijing to take the exam at that time, but his name fell into the mountains and he was trapped in the capital for thirteen years! ”

"That's not right!" Bai Zhihan Danfeng's eyes blinked, and he asked suspiciously, "Since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, it has only been ten years since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, how could this friend of the young master be trapped in the capital for thirteen years because he entered Beijing to catch the exam?" Could it be that this friend of the young master first participated in the Sui Dynasty's entrance examination? That's not right, in the last years of the Sui Dynasty, the world was in turmoil, and there was no longer a tribute! ”

Zuo Shaoyang secretly complained to himself, said casually, said that he had leaked his mouth, and said busily: "I remember wrong, maybe it hasn't been so long, anyway, I have been trapped in the capital for many years." ”

"Oh, what about later?"

"Later, he couldn't go home without being entangled, but fortunately, there were still some dignitaries and nobles who took a fancy to his literary talents, and often gave some charity and leftovers to make ends meet."

"It's pathetic." Bai Zhihan said with pity.

"Yes, on this day, he boiled and drank the remaining gruel that he was reluctant to pour the day before, this porridge was already rancid, and he vomited soon after drinking it, and the abdominal pain was unbearable, but he had no money to see a doctor, so he sat at the door and snorted. A white-haired old man passed by, and after examining him, he picked a handful of weeds with white fluff and fried the soup for my friend to drink. He was very grateful, so he called this herb 'pulsatilla', and when he met people, he said that this medicine was good for diarrhea. He also wrote a poem specifically for this herb: 'In the ordinary green field, how can Qingzi fight vulgar red.' Dongjun intends to plant in the world, so as to give Bai Weng to save Shaoling. ’”

"What a poem!" Bai Zhihan praised, "Using poetry as a metaphor, the young master's friend must have a compassionate heart, just like the young master." ”

Zuo Shaoyang sighed: "Yes, his poems are deep and melancholy, always full of deep sympathy for the suffering of the people. ”

"This is the same as the young master, or rather, like the young master, the old man, and the old lady, I would rather have my family hungry and swollen, and squeeze out of my teeth to eat to help others."

"Hehe, I can't compare to others."

"The young master is humble!" Bai Zhihan thought for a while and said, "Young Master, this friend is a famous man, the word Shaoling, right?" ”

Zuo Shaoyang was really taken aback: "Do you know Du Fu? Impossible! ”

Bai Zhihan smiled: "The young master's poem has been very clear, the sentence in the previous poem, 'Fu used to be a young man, and he was a state guest in the morning', hasn't he already made his name 'Fu', but I don't know if the Shaoling in the latter poem 'Good gift to Bai Weng to save Shaoling' is the word or number of the young master's friend?" ”

Zuo Shaoyang understood at this time, and said with a smile: "It's the number, it's called Shaoling Ye Lao, because the place where he lives is next to the Chang'an Mausoleum, so it's called this number." His character is Zimei, because his surname is Du, so we usually jokingly call him the homonym 'belly beauty'"

Bai Zhihan pursed her lips and giggled: "You guys are really naughty." - Du Fu Du Zimei, he has been in the capital for several years, and he went to Beijing to take the exam, so he should be older than the young master, right? ”

Zuo Shaoyang hesitated, he has now traveled to the early Tang Dynasty and is a person of this era, while Du Fu is a person from the Middle Tang Dynasty almost a hundred years later, so he is much older than Du Fu, so he can only say: "Well, it's okay." ”

Bai Zhihan glanced at him strangely, thinking that being old is big, and being small is small, how can there be any reason for "counting" big, and said: "The young master's friend boasts that he 'reads more than 10,000 volumes, and writes like a god', so talented, why haven't I heard of it?" ”

Zuo Shaoyang saw that her eyes were blazing, and he was a little weak-hearted, and said with a smile: "There are many capable people you haven't heard of, what's so strange about this." Okay, it's time for you to do what you have to do. He pouted.

Bai Zhihan's face turned red again, and she couldn't help but glance at the low-hanging car curtain, listening to the rustling rain outside, and the surroundings were quiet, only the little squirrel Huangqiu squatted in the corner of the carport and looked at them, so she knelt down and crawled over again, grabbed his shoulder, kissed him, and stretched out her tongue for him to suck.

This time, Zuo Shaoyang was no longer polite, took her into his arms, and put his hands up and down, until Bai Zhihanjiao was panting, and he almost couldn't hold back, so he stopped.

Bai Zhihan knelt and sat in his clothes, and glanced at him with shame and resentment: "The young master knows how to bully slaves and maids, hum!" You'll have to tell three stories this time to get counted! ”

Zuo Shaoyang said: "I said I'm tired, your writing is so good, read a poem you wrote to me." Well said, I'll kiss you! ”

"Huh?" Bai Zhihan grimaced, "The poems I write are not good, and they can't be compared with your friend." ”

"Why do you want to compare with others, the poems you write yourself are the fruits of your own labor, and you can't be self-indulgent."

"Uh-huh...... well." Bai Zhihan nodded, thought for a while, and said, "I'll read a poem I wrote last year." ”

"Why do you want to read last year's and not this year?"

"This year? This year I am your slave and maidservant, and I am in time for famine, how can I have time to recite poetry? ”

"Hehe, that's what I said, when you marry into our Zuo family and become a grandmother in the future, you will have time."

Bai Zhihan looked at him with a smile: "At that time, I had a child, and I couldn't be busy with children's affairs, so I didn't have time." ”

"You can find a nurse!"

"I don't! My kids I'll bring ...... myself! ”

Thinking that one day she would have children with Zuo Shaoyang, Bai Zhihan's heart was pounding, feeling as if she had drunk two taels of soju on her face, and she hurriedly lifted the curtain of the car and looked out.

Zuo Shaoyang was also in a mood, and the rain that blew in through the gap in the curtain was cool, somehow, reminded him of Miao Peilan's tears. On the hillside, on the night of life and death when she was seriously injured, the tears on Miao Peilan's cheeks were so cool.

A strong tenderness slowly rose in his heart, like rain drifting in, wrapping around his body, and he couldn't erase it.

Why do you always miss it when you are separated?

At the top of Guigu Peak, I went to the well to fetch water, but what I was thinking about was Sang Xiaomei, just because Miao Peilan was by her side at that time, and she printed the sentence: "Only when you lose it, do you know her preciousness"? Now that I have left Lan'er, I always think about her, when will I think of Bai Zhihan like this? Do you have to wait until you are separated from her?

Thinking of the possible separation, Zuo Shaoyang felt a kind of melancholy in his heart, a melancholy of the full moon and the lack of joys and sorrows. couldn't help but get up and sit down, hugging Bai Zhihan from behind.

Bai Zhihan's body trembled slightly, as if he realized that this time Zuo Shaoyang was not out of **, but heartbeat, loving and pitiful, his heart warmed, and he turned his head to look at him, his eyes were foggy, like rain outside.

Zuo Shaoyang just hugged her gently like this, but it made her more emotional than the fierce kiss and touch just now, she put her slippery cheeks against his face, gently closed her eyes, and felt the tenderness she had longed for for a long time.

The official road was already full of mud, and the big bull didn't care about the rain, not even a little impatient, still sonorously stepping on the mudflat, walking forward step by step.

(To be continued)