"Do you know! Do you know ............. ”

With the popularity of "Like a Dream Order" in the Kaifeng literary circle, another news also shocked the Kaifeng literary circle, it was Fan Zhengkai's evil recipe that asked Li Qingzhao to drink and write poems, and then wrote "Like a Dream Order".

"Let the woman drink! Fan Jiazi actually prescribed this evil prescription, it is simply a doctor in vain! In Taixue, a doctor of Chinese studies was indignant.

"Don't talk about the evil prescription or the right prescription, it is a good prescription to be able to cure the disease, although Fan Zheng's prescription is evil! But Li Qingzhao really wrote the famous "Dream Order". Some students sighed.

"Ridiculous! You really think that you can write a famous story through the ages with a big drunk! That's the credit of Miss Li's accumulation, otherwise the drunk people on the street would be poets, not drunkards! Doctor Sinology rebuked angrily.

A group of doctors disagreed, Li Qingzhao's status as a female poet is not convinced, since Li Qingzhao can write famous articles through the ages by drinking, if they are also ............

At the moment, many students glanced at each other, and suddenly their hearts were pounding, waiting for the end of their coursework, and they formed groups of three or five to drink and compose poems together.

"Brother Zhao! Let's go and try the medicine together. A team of doctors greeted Zhao Mingcheng.

Zhao Mingcheng felt a pain in his heart, and said with a forced smile: "Using wine as a quote is nonsense, so I won't go!" ”

"Then let's go, maybe we can write a famous story through the ages!" The students were not reluctant, and left with a smile.

However, they didn't see Zhao Mingcheng clasping his hands, gritting his teeth and saying, "Fan Zheng! ”

When he usually chases Li Qingzhao, he is careful to please, deliberately flatter, and even do what he likes, and he does not hesitate to spend a lot of money to find gold and stone things to make Li Qingzhao happy, Rao is still making slow progress, and Fan Zheng actually feasted and drank at the same table with Li Qingzhao, and dared to instigate Li Qingzhao to drink, which simply ruined Li Qingzhao's reputation, which made him feel like blood was dripping from his heart.

"Fan Zheng, you are smart but you are mistaken by being smart, the highest ceiling of your doctor is only a Hanlin medical officer, how can you be worthy of the first talented woman of the Great Song Dynasty who can write famous stories through the ages, and in the end she is just making a wedding dress for me Zhao!" Zhao Mingcheng sneered in his heart.

Now, Zhao Tingzhi has made great efforts to drive away Fan Chunli in the court, and has been recommended by the ministers to be promoted, and he is in the limelight, Rao is so, Zhao Mingcheng is still not at ease, and now he went to Cai's house to borrow "Zhao's Wonderful Post", this time, he has to please Li Qingzhao at any cost in order to regain the initiative.

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"It's back!"

Yang Jie dragged his tired body back to Zhang's Mansion! Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice, it was his uncle Sumen, one of the four scholars, Zhang Lei.

"Uncle!" Yang Jie bowed and saluted.

"The annual exam has ended!" Zhang Lei asked.

"The annual exam is over, it's just ............." Before Yang Jie could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Zhang Lei's cough.

Zhang Lei's face showed an embarrassed expression and said: "I know what you mean, originally according to the plan, after you passed the exam, you won the fame of the Hanlin Medical Officer, and your uncle would go to the Li family to propose marriage, but now it is too late!" ”

"Late? What do you mean? Could it be that Senior Sister Li has already decided to marry. Yang Jie was shocked, and his heart was dripping blood.

Zhang Lei shook his head and said, "The Li family has not yet decided to marry!" It's just that you have also read the famous ............ of the ages written by Qingzhao. ”

"Could it be that Miss Li drank alcohol and ruined Senior Sister Li's reputation, my uncle disagreed, my uncle can rest assured, my nephew's sincerity towards Senior Sister Li can be learned, and he will definitely not have any mustard against Senior Sister Li!" Yang Jie hurriedly patted his chest and reassured.

Zhang Lei looked at Yang Jie with a strange expression, and finally sighed, and said bluntly: "I mean, Qingzhao has written a famous story through the ages, and has become a well-deserved first talented woman in the Great Song Dynasty. ”

Although women have a bad reputation for drinking, but female poets have a different flavor when they drink, and it is even more natural for female poets who have written famous stories through the ages to drink, in the eyes of the literary world, Li Qingzhao's drinking is not a big deal, only Fan Zheng is the crusade, and Li Qingzhao will not be blamed in the slightest.

Yang Jie was stunned for a moment, his heart was broken, he didn't expect that his love would die before it began, the reason was that a doctor was not worthy of the first talented woman of the Great Song Dynasty, even if he had the opportunity to become a Taiyi Ling one day, I am afraid that he would be considered by the world as incompatible.

"It's wrong for my nephew to study medicine!" Yang Jie said disheartenedly, he was born in a family of world doctors, and he was determined to help the world since he was a child, but he had just learned medicine, but the reality gave him a heavy blow.

Zhang Lei sighed helplessly, the world is inferior, only reading is high, the world is like this, even he is drifting with the flow.

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"This is my son's prescription, the wine I drank at my house!"

In Fan Fuzhong, Ma Shi looked at the poem manuscript of "Like a Dream Order" that swept Kaifeng City in his hand, and couldn't help but show a trace of pride.

Yesterday, she personally escorted Li Qingzhao back to her home, and the people of the Li family gave her a face, and now she wants to see what the Li family has to say.

There are hundreds of women in the family, not to mention that Li Qingzhao is the famous first talented woman in Kaifeng, not only the Zhang family and the Zhao family are interested, but the Fan family has no ideas, but Fan Zheng is just a doctor, it can be said that he has destroyed his future, and the Fan family has no face to go to propose marriage, and now it is .............

"I'm afraid it's hard to ............ now." Ma sighed. Now that there is the famous "Dream Order", it can be said that the first talented woman in the Great Song Dynasty is also well-deserved, and there is an endless stream of people seeking relatives, and the family background of the Fan family is naturally worthy, but his son is only a doctor.

Ma Shi suddenly had a pungent smell of wine coming to his nose, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "Young Master is still steaming wine?" The master's ten-year-old wine has been finished by him, and the result? The daughter of the Li family became the first talented woman in the Great Song Dynasty, but the Fan family was not left behind. ”

Steward Fan said: "Mrs. Hui, the young master returned from the Taiyi Bureau, took a cauldron and locked it in the house with Su Gongzi, saying that he was refining medicine!" ”

"Alchemy? Bad fate! Ma said helplessly, Fan Zheng used wine as a medicine guide and asked Li Qingzhao to write poems drunk, thinking that Fan Zheng continued to make medicine for Li Qingzhao, but he didn't know that Fan Zheng was really refining medicine this time.

In Fan's room, the aroma of wine is overflowing.

This time, Fan Zheng improved the equipment and specially found a blacksmith to customize the wine steaming utensils, which were tightly sealed and also included with a cooling device, which greatly improved the efficiency of wine steaming.

"This is already distilled for the second time! This time the alcohol should become! Looking at the drops of pungent liquor, dripping into the clay pot from the mouth of the copper pipe, this time, he was refining a high concentration of alcohol, although he left the alcohol in the Taiyi Bureau, but he was not sure that the Taiyi Cheng would listen to it, and after coming back, he decided to refine some in large quantities, and be prepared.

"Alcohol, as the name suggests, is the essence of wine, good name!" Su Dun praised again and again, looking like a dog.

"Nothing to do, either a traitor or a thief!" Fan Zheng glanced at Su Dun and said.

Su Dun rubbed his hands, and said with a smile: "Brother Fan, Senior Sister Li was drunk too quickly yesterday, the wine game is over, and the younger brother hasn't drunk yet, can you give the younger brother a jar of alcohol today, and let the younger brother get drunk." ”

"A jar of alcohol, this is a refined medicine for the prevention and treatment of wound infection, it is a three-part poison, and the boy can't drink it to death." Fan Zheng reprimanded. Although these alcohols are all refined from grain wine, the degree can reach more than 75 degrees, and it can drink the dead.

Su Dun said disapprerovingly: "Don't worry, after you go back, the younger brother will mix these alcohols with some light wine and drink them, maybe tomorrow he will be able to write a famous poem for the ages." ”

Fan Zheng frowned and said: "Using wine as a medicine, that is the prescription I tailored for Miss Li, not for you." ”

"I know!" Su Dun nodded.

Fan Zheng was surprised: "Do you know that you still drink?" ”

Su Dun said: "But Senior Sister Li has written a famous story through the ages after all, isn't it!" Even if there was a glimmer of hope, I would like to give it a try! ”

Fan Zheng was silent for a moment, he naturally knew the pressure of Su Dun as Su Shi's son, and at the moment, he relented and said: "Forget it, the taste of alcohol mixed with light wine is not good!" My father still has a lot of old wine, and I will refine the essence of a pot of wine for you. ”

The cub is not distressed when he sells Yetian, and Fan Zheng catches Huo Huo, who is dying of Fan Chunli's good wine.

Soon, the aroma of wine wafted again, and after a while, Su Dun left with a pot of wine satisfied.