Tang Dynasty good doctor

Chapter 245

Wang Pingan hurriedly said: "No, no, I don't dare to bother the princess to change the topic, Night War and Chasing the Enemy, this topic is very good, very simple, no matter how difficult it is...I'm afraid I can't do it!"

Li Yiren hummed, and said: "Think about it, I'll pour you some wine, once you drink, Shixing will explode!"

She has lived in the deep palace for many years and has little contact with people. Sometimes when she eats with Li Shimin or Li Zhi, she often pours them wine. The poems for self-entertainment come out, and the family eats together, enjoying themselves.So when she saw that Wang Ping'an was going to compose a poem for herself, she went to pour him wine!
Everyone in the garden groaned together, looked at Li Shimin, and thought in their hearts: "The emperor is going to recruit a son-in-law? It seems that he is in a hurry, this Wang Ping'an is still a commoner!"

Li Zhi was very happy in his heart, he had already seen that Wang Ping'an and Li Yiren were destined, he said to Li Shimin in a low voice: "Father, my son intends to invite Wang Pingan to study with you in the Chongxian Hall, Father, do you think it is okay? "

Li Shimin smiled slightly, this is the youngest daughter, it is a pity that something happened to the marriage that was arranged for her earlier.Well, I will definitely compensate Yi Ren well!
He nodded and said: "Don't give him an actual official position, lest he won't be able to participate in next year's scientific examination if he has an official position. The new Jinshi wears red and hangs and parades across the street on horseback. That is the joy of life. And, also It can be proved that, Zhier, you have a unique vision and a good understanding of people!"

Li Zhi was overjoyed, and hurriedly said: "Thank you, father, for reminding me, my son didn't think about this just now!"

Li Ke listened to his jealousy, and was very dissatisfied with Li Zhida. Wouldn’t it be great to have a Chongxian Hall? He also called Wang Ping’an to accompany him. I don’t think you study much, how can you be a companion?

He thought about it, seeing Wang Ping'an being loved by his father, he estimated that he would be able to do something in the future, if he didn't try to win him over now, when would he wait?But Li Zhi has summoned him to the Chongxian Pavilion, what benefits can I give Wang Pingan to surpass this, so that Wang Pingan can appreciate me more?
In the arena, Li Yiren took out the jug and wine glass from the flower boat, poured a full glass, handed it to Wang Pingan, and said, "Drink slowly, don't choke!"

Wang Pingan smiled, this little princess is very considerate, if it is as expected, she must be very favored in the palace!I saluted first, took the wine glass, drank it down, and thought: "Spicy enough!"

Holding the wine glass, he said loudly: "Princess has a problem, I want Ping An to chase the enemy at night and write a poem, Ping An already has a draft!"

After finishing speaking, he took a few steps back, came to the middle of the field, and said loudly: "The dark forest and the grass are frightened by the wind, the general draws the bow at night. I searched for the white feather in Pingming, but I didn't find it in the stone edge."

Before the scholars clapped their hands and applauded, the flower sheds of civil and military officials were already full of applause. These four lines of poems were written by Li Guang!The great Han General Li's archery skills are superb, and he beat the Huns to flee, just in line with the intention of chasing the enemy in night battles!

Especially the military officers, one by one became more excited, and some even shouted: "My archery skills are also good, Xiaopingan, praise me quickly!"

After reading several poems, Wang Ping'an already had some on-the-spot experience. He didn't rush to read the following lines, but waited for the applause to subside, and then said loudly: "Yueheiyan flies high, Shan Yu Ye escapes. Escape. If you want to chase Qingqi away, the bow and sword will be covered with heavy snow!"

There was applause everywhere, and everyone in the garden commented, this poem is so powerful, it can be called a masterpiece!A person stood out from the civil servant's flower shed, and said with a smile, "How can a good poem be without paintings, so Yan will paint the poems. If there are poems and paintings, I will send them to Her Royal Highness Princess Hengshan!"

The person who came out was Yan Liben. As soon as Wang Ping'an's poem was written, a picture appeared in his mind, a brave general, chasing the enemy on a snowy night, and his armor and weapons were covered with heavy snow!When he thought of this picture, his hands itch and he wanted to draw it, so he got up and left the studio!

Li Shimin laughed loudly, and said: "Of course a good poem needs to be matched with a good painting. Yan Aiqing's move is exactly what I want!" As he spoke, he nodded slightly at Yan Liben.

Changsun Wuji, who was sitting in the flower shed next to him, coughed twice to attract Yan Liben's attention, then stroked his beard and nodded slightly at him.

Yan Liben understood immediately, and ordered someone to take a pen and paper, and paint in public!He was painting here, but others were not idle, especially the military commander, who even slapped the table and shouted, let Wang Pingan write another poem!

A general with a big beard and a ferocious face shouted: "What a boy from the Wang family, you can do a good job in poetry. You can also write a poem for me. When I was young, I could draw a strong bow and ride fast. Horses, like chasing rabbits, chasing the enemy, you can write a poem with this, praise me!"

Wang Pingan was taken aback, thinking: "No way, there are people asking for praise in public?"

Before he could answer, another general shouted: "Old Cheng, you are so thick-skinned that you want people to write poems to praise you!" The general waved at Wang Ping'an and said, "You can write a poem for me too!" , I admire General Li Guangli the most, if you can compare me to him, then you will pass this level!"

Li Yiren was unwilling, and the little girl said angrily, "What are you going to do? Why did you ask Wang Ping'an to compose poems for you? You didn't beat the drums to release the boat, and it's not your turn!"

The bearded general smiled and said: "The boat can no longer be released, it has capsized!" He pointed to the small ditch.

Li Yiren looked back and saw that the little flower boat turned over for some reason, and the small wooden paddle in the boatman's hand was turned horizontally, facing the flower sheds of the generals. It can be said that all the people in the entire flower shed were pointed at!
Li Yiren let out an ah, and looked at the little flower boat in surprise, his expression was very interesting!All civil and military officials laughed, even Li Shimin couldn't help smiling.

Li Shimin glanced at the bearded general, then at the envoys from various countries, and said, "If you are not sick, you can write more poems. This poem for General Cheng should not only show his heroism , but also to persuade him not to kill too many people, the people who belong to the country are also the people of my Tang Dynasty!"

Wang Pingan promised, anyway, it's all like this, let's simply add the title of Chang'an's number one poetry and prose to the title of Chang'an's number one medical skill!

He cupped his hands at the general, and said: "When you draw a bow, you should draw it strong, and when you use an arrow, you should use it long. To shoot a man, shoot a horse first, and to capture a thief, you must first capture the king. Killing is also limited, and all countries have their own borders. If they can control the invasion of mausoleums, how can they?" killing more."

The bearded general laughed loudly, nodded and said with a smile: "When you shoot a man, you shoot the horse first, and when you catch the thief, you catch the king first! Well, well done!"

Another general spoke over there: "It's done for him, it's time for me to do it! Come on, come on, compare me to General Li Guangli!"

Wang Pingan hastily bowed his hands to the general, bent slightly, and opened his mouth with a good poem: "In Qin Dynasty, the moon is bright and in Han Dynasty, the people of the Long March have not yet returned. But let the dragon city flying generals stay, and don't teach Huma to go to Yinshan Mountain!"

Hey, the generals are all excited, it seems that this kid really can't stand it, he can make whatever kind of poems you ask him to make!
Seeing Wang Pingan writing two poems in a row, Li Yiren clapped his hands and said, "So you can do it, but I was worried just now, I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to do it!"

Wang Pingan hurriedly humbly said a few times, and he wanted to end the game if he wanted to, but how could those generals just let him go, another veteran, an old military officer with white beard and hair, shouted: "Boy of the Wang family, let's make a big bowl to drink, big bowl!" Come out with a poem about eating meat!"

Wang Pingan thought for a while, and then said: "Grape wine luminous cup, if you want to drink the pipa, immediately remind me. Jun Moxiao, who is drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times."

"Good, great poem!" Li Shimin applauded first, and all the officials and scholars also applauded together, applauding one after another!

Another general called out: "Boy of the Wang family, my old man admires you very much, please write a poem for me!"

And some generals were even more straightforward, shouting: "Wang Ping'an, little brother Ping'an, you also write a poem for me, I don't ask for anything..."

Wang Ping'an ordered someone to bring out another table and prepared paper and pens. Whenever someone asked him for a poem, he would pick up the pen and write it with a swipe. Li Yiren was very excited and admired Wang Ping'an. She was almost on the ground, and the dignified princess took the initiative to study ink for Wang Ping'an!

Yan Liben was splashing ink on another table, while Wang Pingan was scribbling on this table. The two did their own thing!

After a long time, Wang Ping'an wrote twenty or thirty poems, and the sweat on his forehead was already dripping down, thinking: "No, the stock in my stomach is almost used up, I have to think of an excuse quickly, Think about it!"

In fact, he could have said that he could not write new poems long ago, but he has always been gentle and polite to others, so when those generals asked him to write poems, he would not refuse, and just did it.But the more he did it, the more surprised others were, and they thought in their hearts: "This man's poetic talent can definitely be described as appalling!"

The more surprised others were, the more they moved closer to him.At this time, not only civil and military officials came to watch him write poems, but also many scholars, three floors inside and three floors outside, surrounded Wang Ping'an in a circle!

Even Li Zhi and Li Ke couldn't bear it anymore, they went out of the flower shed, came to the desk, and watched Wang Ping'an compose a poem live!
When Wang Pingan wrote poems, his hands trembled and he thought: "I can't, if this goes on, I have only one way to go..."

When he was in a dilemma, he suddenly heard Yan Liben laughing and saying: "Okay, this painting is finished!"

Yan Liben raised his head and looked around, he was taken aback for a moment, and said, "What's the matter, what are you all doing around Wang Ping'an, is he also painting?"

He just concentrated on painting just now, concentrating all his energy, not paying attention to the things around him, although the noise nearby was like a market, he turned a deaf ear to it and just focused on painting!After finishing the painting, I found that everyone should have surrounded me to watch me brush my brushes, but for some reason, they all went to Wang Ping'an. Could it be that he is also painting?

A minister said with a smile: "Wang Ping'an is not painting, he is writing poems. After drinking a glass of wine, he wrote hundreds of poems. It's like a hundred poems written by Ping An drinking wine!"

Wang Pingan hurriedly said: "No, there are only less than [-] songs..."

There was a bang from the crowd, everyone shook their heads, and all laughed, "Hundred Articles" is not a real reference, it's just an adjective, why bother to be serious!
Originally, when Wang Pingan started to compose poems, when he wrote two or three good poems, the scholars knew that their talents and learning could not catch up with him, but they thought that even if they were worse, they would not be too far behind!
When it was everyone's turn to make a poem together, they were still thinking hard, but Wang Ping'an just opened his mouth and wrote several poems in a row, which made the generals so excited that everyone wanted him to write new poems come out!
If Wang Pingan can compose two or three poems, all of which are of a high level, the scholars will envy him very much. If he composes four or five poems, the envy will turn into jealousy. After six or seven good poems come out, the scholars' feelings towards Wang Ping'an may have to change again, and nine out of ten will turn into hatred!

But now, Wang Ping'an has composed twenty or thirty good poems in one go... Come on, what about envy, jealousy, and hatred?

People's thinking is sometimes very strange. If two people are of the same level in doing things, and the former is only a little higher than the latter, then when the former is praised after doing a good job, the latter is very likely to be jealous. The eyeballs are blue!

But if there is too much difference between the two levels of work, for example, the difference between the musician of Yanlefang and Changsun Wuji, is it possible for that musician to be jealous of Changsun Wuji?The difference is too far, there is no standard of comparison, and naturally there is no such thing as jealousy!
Wang Ping'an's poem on the spot shocked the scholars. It is hard to believe that there is such a shockingly talented young man in this world!This Wang Pingan must be the reincarnation of the Wenqu star in the sky. If others are fake, he must be real!

Li Shimin saw that Yan Liben had completed the painting, clapped his hands twice, and said, "Yan Aiqing, present the painting for me to see!"

Yan Liben quickly picked up the painting, entered the flower shed, and put it on Li Shimin's table.Li Shimin looked at it, narrowed his eyes, waved his hand and said, "Send it to the flower sheds of the envoys!"

A servant picked up the painting and sent it to the envoys from all over the world to see.

As soon as the painting was unfolded in front of the flower shed, the envoys from all over the world gasped!The envoys looked at each other, no one could speak, but Ashina Qiboer saw the painting, but burst into tears!

The envoys watched the child cry in public, but no one stopped them. Everyone shook their heads and sighed. If it was their own country and it became like the painting, they probably cried harder than him!
Let the envoys brew their feelings first, Li Shimin glanced at them, then ignored them, and said: "Masters, please present all the poems you have finished. Let's judge and see whose poems are the best!"

Chu Suiliang suddenly said: "Your Majesty, I don't need to evaluate each one of the old ministers. This Wang Ping'an's hundred poems on wine, the first one is excellent, and it can be called the first!"

Li Zhi walked back to the flower shed and said: "I have the same opinion as Master Chu, Wang Ping'an is outstanding in talent, I plan to call him into the Chongxian Hall to accompany me to study!"

Li Shimin nodded and said, "Okay, let's do it like this!"

Li Ke walked back to the flower shed slowly, he was really unwilling to let Li Zhi do all the good deeds, and let him go to all the good people.

He cleared his throat, and said to Li Shimin: "Father, my son thinks that it is best to apply what you have learned. Wang Ping'an is quick-witted, and it is best to be with the ninth brother, but it is rumored that he is very good at it. Medical skills, my son thinks, why not let him enter the imperial medical office and temporarily act as an imperial physician?"

(End of this chapter)