Chapter 8 Do you know it or not? It should be green, fat, red and thin.

When Li Qingzhao was drunk and helped out of the carriage by Mr. Ma, the whole Li family immediately went into a panic.

No one else! Li Qingzhao is so dazzling. She is the leading female poet of the younger generation of the Song Dynasty. She is well-educated and talented. It is said in the world that a talented man matches a beautiful woman. But Li Qingzhao, who combined talented men and beautiful women in one body, is the biggest star of the Li family.

of pride.

Ever since Li Qingzhao got his hairpin, the threshold of the Li family has been crossed by those who come to propose marriage. Now the daughter of the Li family's genius has returned drunk. If this spreads out, wouldn't it damage the reputation of the most talented woman in the Song Dynasty?

For a moment, the faces of everyone in the Li family were as gloomy as the dark sky above their heads.

"Uh! Since Miss Li has been sent back and the weather is bad, I will stay here soon!" Ma knew she was in the wrong and said goodbye quickly.

Li's mother, Mrs. Wang, looked hesitant, but did not want to get angry and said: "Then the Li family will not keep Mrs. Fan!"

After Mr. Ma left, Li's father, Li Kefei, came over after hearing the news. When he saw the drunk Li Qingzhao, he was furious.

"What the hell is going on?" Li Kefei roared at Li Qingzhao's maid. His daughter was his greatest pride, but this situation was difficult for him to accept.

"Master, please calm down!" the maid quickly said truthfully.

Soon, he learned about Li Qingzhao's intention to go to Fan's house today. Since he was going to ask the Fan family's son for advice on poetry, Fan's son actually prescribed random prescriptions and asked Li Qingzhao to imitate the poet Li Bai's thousand poems about drinking wine to get inspiration for writing.

"Fan Zheng has been naughty since he was a child. He did not seek official favors but chose to abandon his studies and practice medicine. The first method of practicing medicine was to prescribe a prescription for divorce, which caused an uproar in the government and the public, and the people were uproar! Now it is better, the second method is actually used in

It's on my daughter." Li Kefei said angrily.

Li Kefei prided himself on being a well-educated scholar and believed in the Confucian Doctrine of the Mean. Although Fan Zheng's medical practice was recognized by the court, it caused a huge disturbance. In the eyes of the stubborn Li Kefei, he couldn't stand it, let alone Fan Zheng.

Zheng actually used his crooked method on his beloved daughter, which naturally made him furious.

"Master, calm down!" Mrs. Wang quickly reassured her. It was unsightly for her daughter to be drunk. If Li Kefei shouted so loudly and spread the word, it would not be a joke.

"The Fan family is so naughty, I want to come to ask Fan Zheng, where is the family tradition of Xianggong back then?" Li Kefei was furious and wanted to come to Fan Zheng's door in person to teach him a lesson.

Just as Li Kefei was about to step out of the door, he saw that the originally gloomy weather suddenly became violently windy, and large raindrops dripped down.

"The weather is bad, I'd better rest for now and wait until Qingzhao wakes up!" Wang took the opportunity to persuade Li Kefei to stop.

"snort!"

Li Kefei gave up in frustration. Looking at his drunken daughter, his heart ached.

One night there was a strong wind, accompanied by the sound of showers of rain. In the fragrant boudoir of the Li family, the young Li Qingzhao fell into a drunken sleep. Everything was abrupt, but it seemed so harmonious.

With the darkness of dawn, the sky gradually brightens, and the wind and rain that raged all night gradually subside.

Li Qingzhao, who had been intoxicated all night, groaned and slowly opened his eyes, and felt relieved when he saw that he was in his own boudoir.

"Brother Fan's wine is too strong!" Li Qingzhao felt the lingering drunkenness in his body and his body was extremely weak.

"Miss, you're awake!" Li Qingzhao's getting up quickly awakened his personal maid Lian'er, who quickly stepped forward to roll up the roller blinds and stepped forward to serve Li Qingzhao.

"No, there was a strong wind last night. Go and see what happened to my favorite crabapple outside the house!" Li Qingzhao waved his hand and said with a worried look.

That crabapple was her favorite flower. There was a strong wind last night. Even when she was intoxicated, she vaguely heard about it and felt extremely worried.

Lian'er frowned and said casually: "Miss, Haitang should be fine, you'd better drink some sobering soup quickly! Otherwise, the master will blame you again."

"Father can't bear to scold me?" Li Qingzhao smiled and didn't take it to heart at all. He only thought about his favorite Begonia.

Having said that, he stood up forcibly and opened the window. He saw that the crabapple outside the window had been damaged by a night of violent wind and rain, and the delicate flowers had fallen to the ground. Fortunately, the rain was not heavy and the foundation was not damaged. After being moistened and cleaned by the rain,

The begonia leaves are brand new and green.

Lian'er quickly persuaded her: "You don't know how angry I was yesterday. He also said that drinking and writing poems was a crooked way."

"By the way, write poetry!" Li Qingzhao was startled when he heard the words. Then he remembered the reason for drinking yesterday. Looking at the scene in front of him, he was inspired and quickly ordered Lian'er to study ink.

It was as if I was inspired to write at that moment, and a new poem was written in one breath: "Last night, the rain was light and the wind was blowing. I slept hard and couldn't drink the remaining wine. I tried to ask the person behind the curtain, but the crabapples were still the same. Do you know, do you know, they should be green, fat, red and thin."

Lian'er's eyes widened at the side. She didn't believe in the evil way of writing poems while drinking. However, the scene in front of her made her unbelievable. She had been with Li Qingzhao for a long time and naturally had some appreciation skills. This poem was comparable to that of the previous sages.

Look down upon the Song Dynasty.

All the poets in the world compose poems while drinking, but her lady could only compose famous poems after being drunk.

"Ru Meng Ling!" Li Qingzhao solemnly wrote down the name of the Ci Pai, and laughed loudly and said: "Brother Fan, you must not deceive me, this recipe really has miraculous effects."

"Zhao'er, I can no longer associate with Fan's son in the future. That boy is extremely naughty. He even prescribes random prescriptions just because he has learned medical skills for a few days. How can a father not know how to drink and recite poetry? It's all nonsense!"

Li Kefei's voice came before he arrived, and he gave Li Qingzhao some heartfelt words of comfort.

"Yes! Mother knows that you love to write poems, but things like eternal masterpieces cannot be rushed. Do you know that if a girl's family is drunk, it will be bad for word to spread!" Mrs. Wang also came in and persuaded her.

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"Uh!" Li Qingzhao looked at his parents who were teaching them earnestly, then at the new work on the table, and finally said with a strange expression: "But my daughter has already written it?"

"How can eternal masterpieces be written in just a handful? My father has read poems for forty years and written countless poems in his life, but there is still no famous poem..." Li Kefei taught tirelessly, and suddenly his body shook.

Dayton.

"What, it's written down!" Li Kefei said in disbelief.

Li Qingzhao nodded firmly, handed over the "Ru Meng Ling" in his hand and said: "Please give me some advice from father!"

"........., do you know, do you know, it should be green, fat, red and thin!"

Ru Meng Ling is very short, but Li Kefei read it for a long, long time.

"Father, what do you think of this word?" Li Qingzhao said proudly.

"A famous piece, it will definitely be a famous piece throughout the ages!" Li Kefei said excitedly.

His hands trembled slightly, and he felt happy and sad at the same time. He was happy that this poem was written by his daughter, but sad that he had written poems all his life, but not one famous poem had been published.

Li Kefei looked back on his forty years of long life, and then looked at his daughter in her prime, and felt that his life had gone to waste. From now on, when people introduce him to him, they will no longer call him Li Kefei, but Li Qingzhao.

father.

Li Qingzhao raised the corner of his mouth slightly, showing a trace of pride and said: "It seems that Brother Fan's prescription really works wonders!"

When Li Kefei heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he quickly admonished: "That's nonsense. Do you really think that you can write a famous article by drinking alcohol? These are all the results of your accumulation. How can you write a famous article by being drunk?"

"Then my father has been accumulating for forty years, when will he lose his hair again?" Li Qingzhao said quietly, like a sharp sword piercing Li Kefei's heart.

"I..." Li Kefei was speechless and could no longer refute.

Seeing this, Mrs. Wang quickly said: "Zhao'er, your father is doing this for your own good! How can you, a girl, get drunk in your family? If this spreads out, wouldn't it damage the reputation! You can't drink anymore in the future... you are drunk."

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Wang originally wanted to give Li Qingzhao a strict drinking order, but after looking at the famous book in his hand, he finally changed it to not being drunk.

"I know, mother!" Li Qingzhao said casually.

"Okay, have a good rest!"

"From now on, you can no longer associate with that boy Fan Zheng!"

Li Kefei and Wang sang a harmony, mentioned a few words to Li Qingzhao, and then happily left with the eternally famous poem "Ru Meng Ling".

"Quickly, give Brother Su a copy of Zhao'er's famous works throughout the ages!" Li Kefei said impatiently. Although Li Kefei was one of the four scholars of the Later Su clan, he was not a disciple of Su Shi, but a peer.

"Not only the bachelors of Su University, but also the famous literary figures in Bianjing City will get one." Wang said proudly. Having such a talented girl in the Li family is a major event that will bring glory to the family. Besides, her daughter has such a talented and famous name, let alone marrying into the officialdom.

Home is worthy of being the home of princes, generals and prime ministers.

Hearing his parents leaving in whispers, Li Qingzhao couldn't help but smile.

"It feels good to write an eternal masterpiece, but the essence of wine tastes even better." Li Qingzhao recalled the taste of yesterday's drinking through the lingering drunkenness, and couldn't help but fall into a fascination.
Chapter completed!