After untying the knot in his heart, Li Qingzhao couldn't help but put his mind on the poem.

"Fulang, is this Western Xia general very good? I don't know if there are still good works coming out? ”

Li Qingzhao leaned over Murong Fu's chest, with a faint look of appreciation in his eyes.

Murong Fu gently scraped the bridge of her nose with some taste, and said sourly: "Helian Tieshu is a martial artist, how can he compose lyrics?" ”

"Ahh

"Then this poem is very good, didn't he write it?"

Li Qingzhao was puzzled and exclaimed: "Xing, the people are suffering; Death, the people suffer...... I can't imagine that there are people in the Western Xia who are so sympathetic to the suffering of the people and have great love in their hearts. ”

She expected that even if this poem was not written by Na Helian Tieshu, it must be related to the Tangut people, if it was written by the Han people, how could she not have heard such a famous sentence that could be passed down through the ages?

Although Murong Fu had no intention of carrying the poems of his predecessors to put gold on his face, he thought that with Li Qingzhao's temperament, he would get this masterpiece, and he would inevitably explore the hidden and never forget it.

Thinking of this, he had no choice but to say that this poem was written by himself.

When Li Qingzhao heard this, he chuckled and said, "When will you also compose lyrics?" How do I not know? ”

She did not suspect that Murong Fu would deceive herself, and with Li Qingzhao's understanding of the other party, she naturally believed that Murong Fu would not plagiarize other people's words and chapters and falsely use his own name to replace her.

Murong Fu thought to himself, how can the matter of a scholar be regarded as stealing?

However, this kind of thing can be one or two, and it can't be repeated, he just said that he had feelings during this time in Western Xia, and he was not a real poet.

Li Qingzhao looked at him with admiration and said, "If you write this poem, it is better than others writing a hundred or a thousand poems!" ”

As if thinking of something, she asked again: "By the way, tonight's Western Xia general's evaluation of my words and chapters is also from your mouth?" ”

Murong Fu nodded, and then he didn't see his lips squirming, and his voice sounded in Li Qingzhao's ears.

"This is the method of transmitting sound into the secret, and after the internal strength reaches a certain level, it can be done."

Li Qingzhao's beautiful eyes lit up slightly, and he felt that this method was really incredible.

While the two were talking and laughing, Li Qingzhao habitually took out his new words to Murong Fu.

At first, Murong Fu only looked at it with an appreciative eye, but when he read the meaning of the words, he couldn't help but feel a little short of breath.

"A gust of wind and rain came late to wash away the heat. dismissed the sheng spring, but made light makeup on the rhombus. The thin ice skin is clear, and the snow is greasy and crispy. Laughing Tanlang, the kitchen pillow is cool tonight. ”

A talented woman who can provoke people's heartstrings with poetry, Li Qingzhao is also the only one.

This poem is glamorous, vivid and bold, and it is really emotional.

Li Qingzhao smiled shyly, as if he did it intentionally, and slowly leaned his body towards Murong Fu, leaned over the cherry sip, and kissed him on the cheek.

Literary and romantic, since ancient times, they have complemented each other, talented people are romantic, talented women are also like this, and Li Qingzhao is even more frank, dare to tell all the sweet happiness in the boudoir interesting stories on the end of the pen, not afraid of people's words, she is not only a talented woman, but also a generation of strange women.

……

Early the next morning.

Waking up from a comfortable dream, Li Qingzhao subconsciously reached out to hug the person next to him, but there was nothing left except a trace of residual warmth.

Li Qingzhao sighed infatuately, not willing to open his eyes.

But after a while, she found herself being picked up from behind her, and when she looked at it, it was actually Murong Fu who had gone and returned.

It turned out that Murong Fu returned to the post house before dawn.

But after learning that because of last night's incident, the Western Xia mission would stay in Tokyo for some time, he was not in a hurry to leave, and after leaving someone to cover, he ran back to have a tryst with Li Qingzhao.

……

Jiangnan Taihu Lake, Swallow Dock.

"At this time, it has arrived in front of the Ghost Gate, Duan Shizi, if you are willing to transcribe the sword spectrum of the Six-Vein Divine Sword, the poor monk promises that he will not embarrass you, how about it?"

I saw a monk from the Western Regions wearing a yellow monk's robe, pressing his palm on the shoulder of the handsome young man beside him, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

This person is not an outsider, it is the national teacher from the Tubo Kingdom in the Western Regions, the Great Wheel Ming King Gu Mozhi.

And beside him is Duan Yu.

As for why the two of them happened to this, it has to do with Ah Zi's trickery that day.

That day, after the people of the Duan clan in Dali returned to the palace, although Duan Yu remembered the woman in white and spent time all day long, but I don't know when, he found that his body was getting worse and worse, and even his spirit was a little sluggish, as if he was not interested in anything.

At first, Duan Yu thought it was lovesick and didn't care much.

But until he dreamed at night and saw the woman in white he admired beckoning to him, he didn't have the slightest desire, but was cold all over his body, and he couldn't stop sweating.

When he suddenly woke up, he found that before he knew it, his body had already been soaked in cold sweat, and there should have been a slight change, but it was as if he was unconscious.

At this time, Duan Yu couldn't help but be a little flustered, and immediately found the imperial doctor in the palace for diagnosis and treatment.

The final result was also shocking to him.

It turned out that due to the influence of the poison of Yin and Yang and Hesan that day, Duan Yu's blood and qi in his body were boiling, and it was difficult to control himself, but at this time, he was sealed by Ah Zi again, which caused the breath in his body to be blocked, and all the yang qi was gathered in one place, which caused great damage to the kidneys.

In addition, the timing of the rescue was too late, which caused some of Duan Yu's sequelae, which is commonly known as "not lifting".

Duan Yu, who heard the news, was like a thunderbolt from the blue, and fainted on the spot.

And when he woke up, Dao Baifeng, who learned about it, also rushed over.

Looking at her pale son, she suddenly felt unspeakably sad, and tears couldn't stop flowing.

Duan Yu couldn't even persuade himself, he really didn't know how to comfort his mother, and his eyes were gloomy.

If he hadn't met the woman in white, this would not have been a blow to him, and he could justifiably become a monk, but while God gave him hope, he also sent him into a hell that could never turn over, this strong sense of disparity, even if Duan Yu was open-minded, he couldn't help but feel a burst of despair.

Emperor Baoding and Duan Zhengchun were also uncomfortable in their hearts, after all, the Dali royal family only had Duan Yu, a man, and now the prince of the royal family could not be personnel, if this matter was spread, I was afraid that the consequences would be unimaginable.

Thinking that the imperial doctors in the palace were helpless, Emperor Baoding could only take Duan Yu to Tianlong Temple for medical treatment, hoping that Master Kurong could find a way to heal.

No matter how bad it is, it can combine everyone's one-yang finger power to heal Duan Yu's injuries, or it may have a miraculous effect.

No matter what everyone imagines, for the sake of today's plan, only dead horses are used as live horse doctors.

Both Emperor Baoding and Duan Zhengchun are old, and it is almost impossible to give birth to another heir, so they can only pin all their hopes on Duan Yu.