Tang Dynasty good doctor

Chapter 241 Whoever beats the drum is your poem
Fang Yiai gasped for a few breaths, clapped his hands and shouted: "Good poem, very good, Wang Ping'an's poem is well done, my drum beats even better, if I didn't beat the drum and let the flower boat stop in front of him, How can we hear such a wonderful poem!"

All the people in the flower shed, including his father Fang Xuanling, couldn't bear it anymore, and they yelled together!You still have the nerve to say that you, you made it on purpose!

Scholars are upset, what kind of drums are you playing? You have made Wang Pingan show his face. A good poetry meeting will almost become his special session. After such a short period of time, he has written three poems. Compare us all!

Fang Yiai used to be a thin-skinned person, but now he only needs to look at Princess Gao Yang to become thick-skinned.No, for the sake of my own dignity, I absolutely can't let this matter go like this. I must make Wang Ping'an difficult and make the princess lose interest in him!
Whether Princess Gaoyang over there has increased her interest in Wang Pingan is another matter, but now she is very interested in Fang Yiai, and she keeps saying in her heart: "Prepare a big bathtub for you, sit in In the basin, I will pour water on you myself, one bucket, another bucket, and another bucket..."

Fang Yiai praised twice, and then shouted: "It's a poetry and essay meeting, and it's such an unprecedented event. Naturally, we have to make hundreds of poems. Only in this way can we have a good time. Why don't you let me beat the drums again!" He picked up the handkerchief and tried to cover his face again!
Fang Xuanling in the flower shed over there couldn't bear it anymore, this is a joke for my son!Look at Fang Yiai's face, it's blue, and then look at Princess Gaoyang's face, it's also blue, you two have the same color, you are still so difficult to be Wang Pingan, what do you make others think?
All the participants in the garden are clever and clever. Just think about it for a while, and you will know what kind of vinegar you are eating. Our old Fang family has become a jar of vinegar!Even if you can't think of it, you can't think of it if you think wildly?You don't think it's ashamed, but I don't. It's like embarrassing the royal family and the Fang family together!
Fang Xuanling stood up and was about to speak when he suddenly felt someone pull him, and Chu Suiliang said: "Forget it, the child is young and ignorant, but you are an important minister in the court, so don't be shy, don't scold him. Let him keep knocking!"

Changsun Wuji also said: "Be safe and don't be impatient. As long as the emperor doesn't speak, the child can knock if he wants to. If you have something to say, go home and talk to him, beat him when he should, and scold him when he should be scolded. If you want to save face for him, consider it for the sake of the princess!"

Fang Xuanling sighed, "I'm not going to beat him or scold him, I'm going to wipe his ass!"

Coughing, Fang Xuanling said to Li Shimin: "Your Majesty, this poetry conference is so grand, and there are so many envoys participating. Such a grand occasion is rare for a dynasty. Why don't you let the old officials beat the drums to wish you all the best, Your Majesty." Is it allowed?"

Li Shimin breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, his son is not sensible, but his father is sensible, he finally stood up!Nodding and laughing, he said, "Okay, I, the Prime Minister of the Tang Dynasty, is willing to play drums for the Poetry Fair. This is a beautiful story, and it will definitely be imitated by future generations!"

Fang Xuanling came out of the flower shed and came to the source of the ditch, with a smile on his face, but he said in a low voice: "You little bastard, you have done a good deed, why don't you go back to the princess!"

Seeing that her father came in person, Fang Yiai recalled that just now, her head was hot and she was too impulsive, causing trouble!He handed the handkerchief to his father with blank eyes, then walked back to the flower shed in a daze, and sat down beside Princess Gaoyang!
Before Princess Gao Yang said anything, Chai Lingwu came over first, and said with a smile: "Brother Fang, is your arm sore, do you want me to rub it for you?"

Fang Yiai froze for a moment, not understanding what he meant.

But Chai Lingwu smiled and said: "Both of us, whoever is with whom, you're welcome!" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to massage Fang Yi'ai's shoulders, and said, "Oh, beating the drums is a laborious job. In my words..."

Princess Baling clapped his hands, glared at him, and said, "What are you talking about, be careful with the bath water at home!"

Princess Gaoyang looked at Fang Yiai, and said softly, "Hi, son-in-law...you can beat the drums! Are you tired? After returning home, I will boil bath water for your wife, wipe your back, and treat you well." Relieve your fatigue!"

Fang Yiai snorted, and thought: "She's not angry anymore, it looks like I've escaped a catastrophe, and I don't have to kneel on the washboard when I get home at night! Take a shower, okay, this is a pleasure!"

He was still at a loss at first, but when he heard the princess's gentle voice about to wipe his back, he became happy again, nodded and said: "Then I will trouble the princess, I am quite flattered as a husband!"

The two couples, Princess Baling and Chai Lingwu, shook their heads and sighed together, "Fang Consort, Brother Fang, you may not be favored, but when you go home at night, you will definitely be surprised, we can already foresee it!"
The prime minister of the Tang Dynasty and the important ministers of the court personally played the drums, and the scholars were all excited.This is a big shot. Although that Fang Yiai is the son-in-law, he is not a heavyweight person, unlike his father.Prime Minister Fang has a high weight, and he is a big figure who can influence the admission of next year's scientific examination. This kind of person can play drums with some taste.

The minds of the scholars became complicated again. Although Wang Ping'an's poems can be called the first, there is no need to compare with him, but there are still second and third. These rankings are still very important to them. Poetry is not as good as Wang Ping'an Well, it doesn't matter, as long as it is average, if you can show your face in front of the prime minister, and then go to his house to find a confidant or something, the chances of passing the exam will double!

In the hearts of countless people, they began to meditate again: "The flower boat stops at my place, the flower boat stops at my place..."

Fang Xuanling sat down behind the drum, and said with a smile: "Wang Ping'an has already written two poems, so let's count it as two rounds. Why don't you let the boat go again and do the third round, what do you guys think?"

The scholars clapped their hands together and said, "As Master Yifang said, the third round will begin!"

Someone had already run to the ditch, retrieved the flower boat, and put it back at the source!

Fang Xuanling looked at the water flow, calculated the time, and ordered someone to put a handkerchief over his eyes.He is a magnanimous gentleman, so naturally he won't play tricks like Fang Yiai, so his eyes are tightly covered, so he can't see outside at all!
But Fang Xuanling is scheming, he is more than a hundred times stronger than his own son, if you want the flower boat to stop in front of someone, you still need to use your eyes to see it, it's like a joke!

Before Fang Xuanling put on the handkerchief, he had already calculated the time and location. He wanted the flower boat to stop in front of Ashina Qiboer, and then asked the child to come out and compose poems. It doesn't matter if he can't do it. It's okay, if you sing about the things on the grassland, the monarchs and ministers of the Tang Dynasty can make use of it.If it wasn't for this, what are you all doing here, enjoying flowers and composing poems?No kidding, everyone is busy!

Holding the drumstick in his hand, Fang Xuanling ordered: "Let's release the boat!" After speaking, he began to beat the drum!
Everyone in the garden stared at the flower boat, this time Prime Minister Fang beat the drums himself, wondering who the flower boat would stop at.This time is not like the previous two times, if anyone stops in front of someone this time, that person will show his face, even if he can't write a poem, it doesn't matter, he will drink the wine in the flower boat openly and show himself On the chic side, if you do it more gracefully, that is something to show your face, and it will definitely be spread and become a good talk!

Boom, boom, boom, drums.Countless eyes are staring at the flower boat, who will stop in front of it?
People in the park pay attention, and people outside the park also pay attention!
In front of the little bumpkin, Ma Mingmei said anxiously: "What can we do? The son-in-law can't help Wang Pingan. Now that the old prime minister who changed the house is on the stage, their father and son will go into battle together. Wang Ping'an may be in trouble. I've never heard of it. , who can compose four poems in one day!"

Qiu Tingxuan also nodded and said, "That's right, he wrote four poems in one day. If Wang Pingan can do this, then it's not brilliant, but shocking!"

Ma Mingmei grabbed his sleeve and said: "Then think of a way quickly, Prime Minister Fang is so capable, if he personally makes things difficult for Wang Ping'an, what can we do, we have to help him!"

Qiu Tingxuan thought to himself: "The prime minister can pull a boat in his belly, what kind of person is Mr. Fang, it is impossible to be narrow-minded and make things difficult for a commoner!" Seeing Ma Mingmei's anxious look, he nodded and said: "Okay, then let's come Help him!"

He walked to the small soil bag, pulled the sluice gate, lifted it upwards, and opened the sluice gate completely. The pool water flowed into the garden along the ditch, and the water flow became rapid in an instant!
After opening the sluice, Qiu Tingxuan said with a smile: "It's fine this time. Fortunately, we are here and can control the water flow. Now that the water flow changes, the speed of the flower boat will also increase. Miscalculate!"

Ma Mingmei was overjoyed, she shook her thumb at Qiu Tingxuan, and said, "You are so smart, you can think of a good way to control the water flow, I wouldn't be able to!"

Qiu Tingxuan grinned, growing so big, it was the first time to be praised by a beautiful woman, and his little heart thumped, and he was a little embarrassed!

In the garden, the drums are beating!
The little flower boat floated along the current, passed the flower sheds of civil and military officials, and came to the flower sheds of the envoys.Suddenly, the drifting speed of the boat accelerated, and the boat speeded up suddenly, and quickly drifted past the flower sheds of the messengers, and arrived in front of the flower sheds of the scholars!

All the scholars sat upright, the critical moment was approaching, and everyone silently said in their hearts: "Stop here, stop here..."

Boom, the drums stop!

Li Shimin sighed in the middle of the flower shed, thinking: "I said Fang Aiqing, my old prime minister Fang! Why didn't I see it before, you actually protect your shortcomings, and you protect it so inexplicably, in broad daylight , Lang Lang Qian Kun, even if you want to protect the calf, there is no such a protector, it's too obvious!"

Fang Yiai was dumbfounded, no way, Dad, you also saw that the princess and Wang Ping'an were having an affair, so she went to the stage to fix Wang Ping'an?
Princess Baling suddenly came over, and said: "The son-in-law, this is a bit too much, don't go too far in everything. People's words are terrible, some things are obviously one, but they will become the same when they are passed on. Two, maybe it will become three, you don’t even know how others will spread the Dharma. If some dirty people arrange it randomly, how will you call my sister to behave in the future?”

After a pause, she added another sentence, and said, "The sister I'm talking about this time refers to your princess!"

Chai Lingwu also came over and asked, "Brother Fang, does your old Mrs. Fang often serve the old prime minister with bath water?"

The teacup in Princess Gao Yang's hand fell onto the table with a bang!She was dumbfounded, and thought: "I have nothing to do with Wang Ping'an, we are very innocent, why does my father-in-law miss me so much, and even go to battle in person to fix Wang Ping'an... Oh, I was wronged, I have nothing I've done it, but I haven't had time to do it yet, why are you all doing this!"

Li Zhi pressed his temples, sighed, he had a headache!Li Ke had a smile on his face, the more chaotic the better, the more chaotic he was, the happier he was, and he looked up at the sky, thinking: "The weather is very good today, the sun is shining, and there is no cloud in the sky..."

Ma Mingmei and Qiu Tingxuan outside the garden were smiling, but this time they finally helped Wang Ping'an!But as soon as the drums stopped, their faces changed completely!
Ma Mingmei pursed her mouth and said, "You, this, this..."

Qiu Tingxuan was just the opposite of her, he opened his mouth wide and couldn't close it, and said: "I, I, that..."

As for the scholars in the garden...the scholars are speechless to ask the heavens, sir, we have nothing to say to you, you are too uninteresting!
In the flower shed over there, Chu Suiliang couldn't laugh or cry, and said to his eldest grandson Wuji: "I said Mr. Wuji, you said Mr. Fang's family, what did you eat this morning? Why did you and your father eat so badly? "

Changsun Wuji couldn't laugh or cry, he couldn't say anything!

Fang Xuanling took off the handkerchief from his face, and said with a smile, "Whose turn is it this time to write a poem?" It is impossible to tell who stopped in front of the drum when it stopped just now, but everyone in the garden looked strange, no one answered his words, and he himself didn't know who should write the poem!

Just when everyone had nothing to say, someone clapped their hands suddenly, and a crisp voice sounded: "Okay, I can listen to Wang Ping'an's poems again!" The voice was innocent and romantic, full of joy, exactly Little princess Li Yiren!
With two bangs, the drumstick in Fang Xuanling's hand fell on the snare drum. The old prime minister was taken aback and thought: "Could it be Wang Ping'an again? No, I was right about the timing. How could it be Wang Ping'an? Absolutely impossible." !"

It turned out that just now when the flower boat was beating the drum, its speed suddenly increased, and it passed the flower sheds of the envoys and came to the flower sheds of the scholars, and when the drum stopped, the small wooden paddle of the boatman on the flower boat pointed again. The position on Wang Ping'an's body was quite upright, and he couldn't dodge it even if he wanted to!

Wang Pingan straightened his upper body, looked at Fang Xuanling, and thought to himself: "Brothers in battle, father and son in battle, the ancients never deceived me! Old Prime Minister Fang, I admire you very much!"

Di Renjie asked in a low voice: "Brother, can you do it? If you can't, just drink up and accept the punishment!" In one day, he wrote four poems in a row. In his heart, no one seemed to be able to do it. I realized that although the eldest brother has outstanding literary talents, it is really too difficult for him to compose four poems in one morning!

The first time is normal, the second time is a coincidence... Even if it is a coincidence, but the third time the flower boat can suddenly speed up and point to Wang Ping'an again, then this can only be God's will!

Among the people in the garden, who would have thought that there would be two people standing beside the sluice outside. This kind of cheating method is unprecedented!
Li Shimin sighed, and said: "Wang Ping'an... is not sick, my good boy, it is God's will, I want you to compose another poem, and you will come out and make another one!"

Even he sympathized with Wang Ping'an. Counting the new poems to be made, this is the fourth one. Come on, don't make propositions, don't make things difficult for the children, poor thing!
(End of this chapter)