It's just that although Li Shizhen is from the Ming Dynasty, he was born a hundred years later.

Zhu Chen's mind was constantly searching, and he remembered that there were many things to be rewarded, including the general history of the Ming Dynasty, the history of the wilderness, as well as the geographical chronicles, the Yongle Canon and other books and materials.

I don't know if there is a Ming Dynasty masterpiece, the Compendium of Materia Medica.

The things were too complicated, and Zhu Chen couldn't remember them for a while.

Standing in front of the door of Zhu's Mansion for about half an hour, Zhu Chen's eyes lit up, and he finally remembered the content of the Compendium of Materia Medica.

"To treat lung disease, you can have a lot of wheezing, with coughing up blood, a large amount, coughing heart and lungs, it is advisable to take angelica, wine red peony, Sichuan bow, incandescent shell, tangerine peel, atractylodes, bellflower, and schisandra chinensis."

"Note: It is not easy to find the five flavors, if there are no five flavors, the medicinal effect is particularly reluctant."

Zhu Chen's face showed joy, with this prescription, my aunt would be saved.

"Cuihua, Autumn Fragrance!" Zhu Chen shouted.

The two reckless men ran out and waited for Zhu Chen's orders.

Zhu Chen hurriedly wrote down the prescription and handed it to them, "Follow this recipe to catch the medicine." ”

Cuihua Qiuxiang nodded hurriedly and ran to grab the medicine.

Zhu Chen waited happily at home, but he was a little worried, the compendium of materia medica noted that Schisandra chinensis was difficult to find, so he was afraid that Ying Tianfu would not have it.

Sure enough, when the two Tie Hanhan came back, the rest of the medicines were caught, but the schisandra was missing.

"The shopkeeper said no, Schisandra has to go to the area of Liaodong to find it." Cuihua said solemnly.

"Liaodong?" Zhu Chen was embarrassed.

It's impossible for me to go to Liaodong now.

"The owner, the Shen family's business is all over the country, and there must be a semicolon in Liaodong, go ask Miss Shen." Cuihua grinned.

Zhu Chen's eyes lit up: "Count you smart." ”

Zhu Chen immediately went to Shen's house, found the little red dress, and told her about the schisandra.

The little red dress is still so delicate, and when she heard that Zhu Chen lacked schisandra, she immediately asked the shopkeeper to arrange a message to the Liaodong branch to see if there were any such medicinal herbs over there.

After the letter was spread, Xiao Hongsheng smiled and said: "With my Shen family out of the horse, there must be no problem, if there is this medicine, they will send it immediately." ”

"Thank you." Zhu Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

She's promised, and that's eight or nine and ten.

I hope this prescription can really cure my aunt's illness.

It's just that this road is far away, and even if you can find Schisandra, I'm afraid it will be delayed for a while.

When Shen Da saw Zhu Chen coming, he forced Zhu Chen to stay here for a meal, and Zhu Chen returned home.

When I got home, the yard was filled with many gifts.

These gifts, large and small, are precious, rare, and varied.

Zhu Chen was puzzled: "Who sent these?" ”

Cuihua grinned: "Those playboys sent it, they want to tie up the owner." ”

Zhu Chen smiled dumbly: "I have something to stutter about." ”

It's just that what Zhu Chen doesn't know is.

Princess Huaiqing came to Zhu's Mansion in person, and wanted to settle accounts, but the news of returning depressed spread out, and these princes realized that Zhu Chen's identity was by no means simple, so they gave gifts one after another, competing to lick Zhu Chen.

So much so that each gift is very precious.

Only Cuihua and Qiuxiang glanced at each other, leaving a sigh.

They thought they were able to lick to the extreme, but after such a group of licking dogs, they were afraid that they would have to compete in the future.

It's too rolly.

……

A light rain fell from morning to afternoon.

The rain didn't stop, and the weather was still getting colder.

In the imperial study, Zhu Di was checking the prince's homework.

Although the prince is now in prison, Zhu Di will still look at the prince's approval from time to time, and if the approval is not good, it will inevitably pull the prince over and give him a beating.

There is no reward for good approval, and if you approve poorly, you will be punished, and the prince is really the first injustice in the ages.

Ji Gang hurriedly came and compiled the information collected in the past few days into a booklet and handed it to Zhu Di.

In this booklet, Zhu Chen's whereabouts in recent days are all gone.

Zhu Di opened it and checked, and some important things were recorded on it.

Zhu Di quickly flipped through it, and when he flipped through the first poem written by Zhu Chen, Zhu Di's eyes lit up suddenly.

"Don't be afraid of broken bones, you have to leave your innocence in the world." Zhu Di read it angrily.

He laughed: "Good poetry, good poetry, if this kind of style is now in the body of my Ming courtier, where will there be any corrupt officials and evil officials." ”

The level of attainment of this poem can be described as very high.

Zhu Di was surprised by his grandson's poetic attainments, and was happy that his grandson could be so outstanding.

Turning another page, Zhu Di saw the second poem read by Zhu Chen.

The first sentence of this poem made Zhu Di's eyes slightly dazed.

Rushing to the face, a domineering atmosphere.

Zhu Di couldn't help but read out the poem.

"The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow."

"Looking at the inside and outside of the Great Wall, only the remnants are reckless, up and down the river, and suddenly the surging ......"

Outside the imperial study, a big fat man was holding a jacket and staggering.

Even if he walks slowly, he is prone to panting.

The prince is like this, too obese.

The weather is cold, he is here to add clothes to the old man, after all, he is a father, no matter how ruthless he is, he is also a father.

It's just that as soon as the front foot entered the imperial study, the back foot saw the old man with his back to him, and he was composing poems with full of energy.

"The scenery of the northern country, you are talking about the north, right?" The prince thought secretly in his heart.

"Thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting, well, it's not bad, the old man's level has improved a lot." The prince thought to himself.

When he heard that he was looking inside and outside the Great Wall, but he was reckless, up and down the river, and suddenly lost his surging, the prince was shocked.

Something.

The prince was a little anxious in his heart, staring at the old man carefully, waiting for the old man's next sentence.

"Mountain Dance Silver Snake, Yuan Chi Wax Elephant, want to be higher than the Heavenly Princess!" Zhu Di read passionately.

The crown prince was shocked.

When did the old man's level of poetry become so superb.

Just this sentence can be a god.

The first few sentences, as soon as I heard it, were magnificent, outlining a scene of great rivers and mountains.

"There are so many delicate rivers and mountains, leading countless heroes to bend their waists."

The prince's fat little body was a little excited.

The fat on his face trembled.

Almost, he is about to applaud the old man, this sentence is also excellent, the old man is possessed by Li Bai?

"I cherish the Qin Emperor and Han Wu, slightly lose the style, Tang Dynasty and Song Ancestors, slightly inferior to coquettish, a generation of Tianjiao, Genghis Khan, only know how to bend the bow and shoot the eagle!"

The last sentence completely shocked the prince.

Rolling balls of meat, face constantly trembling.

This last sentence alone is the finishing touch, a stroke of genius.

Such a momentum, such a mind, seems to swallow the world.

The prince can even imagine how majestic the old man is when he rides on a big horse and says this poem.

The old man's poetry has always been very poor, but this poem shocked the prince.

Even if it is an ordinary Confucian, I am afraid that he will not be able to write this kind of poem.

"Majestic, Dad, my son is convinced today." The prince knelt down and bowed in admiration.

Only then did Zhu Di turn around and find the prince.

Seeing that the prince admired him so much, Zhu Di showed a smile on his face, his son admired his grandson? Not bad.

Zhu Di was in a good mood and praised without hesitation: "The excerpt is good, I still have some things, go first." ”

After that, Zhu Di walked out of the imperial study.

The prince hurriedly shouted: "Dad, it's cold, I'll bring you a jacket." ”

"Keep it for yourself." There was a voice outside.

The prince had no choice but to put on his jacket.

With his back to the gate, Zhu Gaochi began to recall the words that the old man had read just now.

This poem impressed the prince too deeply, and the prince read it out without the slightest stumble.

"The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting ......"

Appreciate word by word, read word by word.

The prince couldn't help but feel happier the more he thought about it.

At this time, there were five or six ministers, who happened to walk into the imperial study.

Hearing the prince's poetry, they couldn't help but stop and listen carefully.

The more they listened, the more they worshipped.

The more they listened, the more tall and majestic they felt that the chubby figure standing in front of them became.

When the prince finished reading, he turned around, only to find that there were already five or six ministers behind him, kneeling side by side.

Their eyes were full of fanaticism, joy, and excitement.

"The prince will definitely become a generation of saints in the future, and this poem is enough to show the prince's broad mind."

"Prince, your realm is too high."

"I have no regrets about seeing such an emperor's ambition in this life."

Their eyes were rosy, who would have thought that the prince's chubby body could hide this heart that would compare to all the kings of the past.

Look, look down!

The prince was a little confused, crying and laughing.

Only Yang Shiqi was a sober person, he walked quickly to the crown prince and said in a low voice: "This is a poem written by the prince in the poetry meeting. ”

Taisun ???

Zhu Gaochi was stunned for a moment, his face couldn't contain the joy, and he smiled: "This child, this child, has grown up." ”

Looking at the ministers kneeling on the ground, Zhu Gaochi felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

Son, before you came up to this court, you have already convinced the ministers of the court.