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Su Changan had no choice but to reach out and straighten out the folded paper that Xia Fengxiang had turned over, and then planned to draw the shirt as well.
Thinking about the fact that making nylon requires some technology, Su Changan sighed. It turned out that technology is the first element of life.
After expressing his feelings, Su Changan decided to continue painting.
But just picked up the pen.
I heard Yan Ruyu clasping her fists outside and saying, "Your Majesty, Miss, Feng Ying is back and said he has something important to report."
Su Changan nodded and frowned: "Isn't Feng Ying protecting Maomao? Is there something wrong with Maomao?"
Then, Su Changan frowned and said, "Let her come over."
Feng Ying immediately arrived at the gate of the courtyard and saluted: "Greetings to His Majesty, and to the young lady."
Xia Fengxiang was still hiding behind the letter, and her face was flushed, which was really embarrassing.
After the greetings, Feng Ying recounted what happened to Maomao outside.
After hearing this, Su Changan was stunned for a moment: "Ah?"
Feng Ying clasped her fists and continued, "Miss, Miss Maomao said that if you help her this time, she is willing to practice calligraphy with you for a week, and she will do whatever you ask her to do during this week. She also said that she really wants that medicinal herb and hopes you can help her. It was all her fault in the past, and she hopes you can be magnanimous."
Su Changan was at a loss for words again. It was a pity that he didn't see Maomao say it to him in person! !
But this is not important, just wait for her to come back and let the cat do it again.
But after thinking for a while, Su Changan said, "Aren't there a lot of poems I threw away in that girl's messenger bag? There are also some medicinal herbs."
But thinking about this, Su Changan thought of something interesting.
So Su Changan picked up the pen and decided to write another one, but just as he was about to write, he froze for a moment and looked up at Feng Ying: "Is it okay to just need the medicinal materials?"
Feng Ying thought for a moment and said, "Yes."
Su Changan didn't need to think too much, as there were so many poems about medicinal herbs.
With a wave of his hand, he wrote an article.
Su Changan wrote a few more words to Maomao.
Xia Fengxiang secretly looked at what Su Changan wrote from behind the letter. When he saw it, he was a little surprised, and then stared at Su Changan, "You dirty bastard! ! Your mind is full of thoughts of doing that to me. But you can write poems easily! And you write them so well."
But thinking of this, Xia Fengxiang couldn't help but look at Su Changan below the waist.
then
Her mind immediately recalled what Su Changan had just said, and her face turned red.
However, after Su Changan finished writing the poem, he did not hand it to Feng Ying immediately. Instead, he wrote two more pieces of paper, folded them up, stood up, walked to Feng Ying and said, "Show her these two first, and then give her this one after she is sure. If one of these two does not agree, you can't show her the latter one."
Feng Ying didn't understand what it meant, but after carefully putting it away, she said, "Yes."
Su Changan thought for a moment and then said, "If there is a conflict, or the boss doesn't recognize it, you can directly tell the boss the identity of the cat."
After that, Su Changan thought about it again, and confirmed that there would be nothing else, so he said, "Thank you for making the trip."
Feng Ying responded, clasped his fists again, then turned and left.
Looking at Feng Ying's back, Su Changan thought again that there would be nothing else to worry about, so he was too lazy to think about it.
After all, the cat must be safe, nothing else can happen, and there are people around.
So without thinking too much about anything else, he turned around and saw Xia Fengxiang staring at him from behind the letter.
However, when Su Changan looked at Xia Fengxiang, Xia Fengxiang immediately blocked him with a folded paper.
Su Changan came close to Xia Fengxiang and said, "Wife, can I see your feet? In exchange, I will show you my feet."
Hearing this, Xia Fengxiang threw the letter in his hand directly at Su Changan.
Anyway, it's a letter of greeting from Yang Guofu, so it doesn't matter how you throw it.
Then he cursed: "Draw your short skirt!!"
Su Changan was stunned, and immediately realized that this was what Xia Fengxiang would wear. His heart was suddenly filled with passion, and he sat down and started drawing the shirt.
After sitting down, he looked at his wife's blushing face, and held a folder in her hand, covering half of her face, and the folder was overturned.
Su Changan sighed, how come his wife is so cute and so popular! ?
……
In front of the pharmacy in Luoan City, the number of people gathered there was several times more than before.
In addition, many people have written poems, but because they are too mediocre, they are not noticed by the herbal medicine store owner.
Present
A talented man who heard the news just finished writing a poem and handed it to the owner of the herbal medicine store with full confidence.
The owner of the herbal medicine shop read out the poem in his hand: "In winter, there is no place to protect against the wind, so I paste layers of Angelica dahurica on the windows. When the snow melts and the sun rises, I will hang white-headed birds outside the doors."
Finished reciting.
Someone in the crowd immediately shouted, “Great poem!”
While many people around were savoring the poem, an old man stood up and said, "Manager Li, this is indeed a good poem. The windproof, white angelica, actinolite, and whitehead are connected to each other, and it is very exquisite."
The owner of the herbal medicine shop lowered his head and looked at the poem in his hand, then looked at the talented scholar beside him and said, "Mr. Zhang, can you put it aside for now? If there are no other better poems today, I will definitely give you an explanation."
The talented man named Zhang Wentao was somewhat unhappy when he heard this, but he could only nod and say, "Listen to Shopkeeper Li."
After bowing, the shopkeeper Li of the herbal medicine store placed the poem in his hand on the table. At this moment, in addition to Zhang Wentao's poem, there were three other poems on the table, all of which were temporarily shelved.
It’s not that these poems aren’t good enough.
But when Shopkeeper Li heard it, he felt that although it was catchy, it lacked some meaning. Mainly, it was not suitable to be used as a signboard!
You Li breathed a sigh of relief. The little girl from Rao Jiang had been scared for a long time, fearing that someone had taken the Jinbo Xunhua.
The cat was not anxious at all, but was very worried!
Because she was afraid that her eldest daughter, who always did strange things, would suddenly become ill and be unwilling to help her, what should she do?
In other words, deliberately create very strange conditions.
Thinking of the master in my home.
Cat, I have a headache!
Youli looked at the cat like this and thought that the cat with a serious face was so cute, so he subconsciously reached out to rub the cat's head.
But he was immediately glared at by the cat, so he immediately laughed and withdrew his hand.
But at this time.
The boy who was with the old man before squeezed in from the crowd and came to the old man sitting on the box. After bowing respectfully, he took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to the old man, panting.
Then the boy took a deep breath and whispered, "Master Yao said that he did his best, but you owe him a drink."
The old man shook his head helplessly: "I told you not to go, so I'll deduct the money you spent on this feast."
When the boy heard this, his face immediately twisted. This is exactly what you came for, the Jinbo Xunhua.
Shopkeeper Li had felt from the beginning that this old man was not an ordinary person. When he saw the boy coming back, he immediately stepped forward and said, "Excuse me, old sir, do you want to participate?"
The old man looked at the poem in his hand and said with a smile: "Please appreciate it, Manager Li."
After taking it with both hands, Shopkeeper Li looked at the poem in his hand, but his expression changed immediately after he looked at it, and then he looked at the old man.
The old man smiled and said, "It was written by an old friend. If Shopkeeper Li chooses it, you have to ask him before revealing his name."
Shopkeeper Li immediately bowed to the old man.
The people around him naturally noticed the sudden change in Shopkeeper Li's behavior, and one of them immediately shouted, "Shopkeeper Li, what poem did this old gentleman invite? Please read it out for us to listen to."
Shopkeeper Li glanced at the old man.
The old man nodded.
Shopkeeper Li immediately cleared his throat: "The peony on the river bank is like the poem of Chu Heng, the golden amber is like the spring and the stone swallow is late. The gansui and fennel linger on the sea moon, and the red beans in the north pavilion express my love for you."
This poem was recited.
Many scholars present were surprised.
After a moment of silence, Shi Yi, a student at the Imperial College, shouted, "Great!"
The student surnamed Wu beside him also said in disbelief: "The poem is full of names of medicines, and the whole poem, Jiangli, Shaoyao, Chuheng Haiyue, Beiting, and Xiangsi, adds up to a total of twelve Chinese medicines! And they are cleverly embedded and combined to give the poem poetic meaning and effect. It is more fitting than Brother Wentao's poems! And it is intriguing and interesting."
Another supervisor looked at the old man and bowed his hands: "Old sir, I don't know who wrote such a unique poem about Baicao."
The old man shook his head and said, "He is an old friend of mine. However, since he did not tell me his name, I am sorry that I cannot tell you."
The student bowed hastily to apologize.
The other people present who understood what was said were all stunned.
Poetry and medicine have the same root, the same vein, and the same origin.
This poem borrows the meaning, connotation and homophony of Chinese medicine names, and connects them together, not only does it flow smoothly, but the meaning of each medicine is combined into a catchy and more interesting poem than some other poems.
the most important is
The entire article is filled with names of medicines. Doesn't this perfectly meet what Shopkeeper Li requested?
Moreover, these poems are more appropriate and more exquisite than the three poems just now.
Youli didn't understand the poetry, but looking at the expressions of the people around him, he naturally understood that the old man's poetry was amazing.
You Li knew that the old man also wanted the Golden Wave Flower, so he looked down at Maomao with an even more anxious look on his face: "Maomao, what should we do?"
Maomao also frowned at this time, stood on tiptoe and looked back, but there was no sign of Feng Ying at all.
She was worried that Su Changan would not help her write poetry, and she was also anxious that the Jin Boxunhua would be taken away by the old doctor.
Holding the small bag tightly.
Cats are very impetuous!!
"Shopkeeper Li, can this old gentleman choose one of your three treasures?"
Someone in the crowd immediately shouted this.
Upon hearing this, Shopkeeper Li said, "Li is a man of his word, so of course I won't do that."
But when Manager Li said this.