After untying the knot in his heart, Li Qingzhao couldn't help but put his mind on that poem.
"Fulang, is this Xixia general very talented in literature? I wonder if there are any good works published?"
Li Qingzhao leaned on Murong Fu's chest, with a touch of appreciation in his eyes.
Murong Fu lightly scratched the bridge of her nose with some amusement, and said bitterly: "Helian Tieshu is just a martial artist, how can he write lyrics?"
"ah!"
"Then this poem is very good. Wasn't it written by him?"
Li Qingzhao was puzzled and exclaimed: "In prosperity, the people suffer; in death, the people suffer... I didn't expect that there are people in Xixia who are so considerate of the suffering of the people and have great love."
She expected that even if this poem was not written by Na Helian Tieshu, it must be related to the Xixia people. If it was written by a Han, how could she not have heard of such a famous line that could be passed down through the ages?
Although Murong Fu had no intention of using the poems of his predecessors to put money on his own face, he thought that with Li Qingzhao's temperament, he would get such a masterpiece, so he would definitely explore the hidden treasures and never forget them.
Thinking of this, he had no choice but to describe this poem as his own work.
Hearing this, Li Qingzhao chuckled and said, "When will you also be able to compose lyrics and chapters? How come I didn't know?"
She did not doubt that Murong Fu would lie to her, and based on Li Qingzhao's understanding of the other party, she naturally believed that Murong Fu would not plagiarize other people's words and use his own name.
Murong Fu thought to himself, how can the things done by scholars be considered stealing?
However, this kind of thing can happen once, not again and again. He only expressed his feelings during his time in Xixia, and he is not a real poetic talent.
Li Qingzhao looked at him with admiration and said: "If you write this poem, it is better than others writing a hundred or a thousand poems!"
Seemingly thinking of something, she asked again: "By the way, tonight's review of my poems by General Xixia was also written by you?"
Murong Fu nodded, and then his lips no longer moved, and his voice rang in Li Qingzhao's ears.
"This is a method of transmitting sounds into secrets. You can do it after your internal strength reaches a certain level."
Li Qingzhao's beautiful eyes shone slightly, feeling that this method was really incredible.
While the two were chatting and laughing, Li Qingzhao habitually showed Murong Fu his new words.
At first, Murong Fu only looked at it with appreciation, but when he read the meaning of the words, he couldn't help but feel a little short of breath.
"A gust of wind and rain came in the evening, washing away the scorching light. I put aside my music, but put on my makeup on the water chestnut flowers. Thin strands of silk, ice and glistening skin, and greasy and fragrant snow. I laughed at Tanlang, and tonight the pillow on the gauze kitchen pillow is cool."
Li Qingzhao is the only talented woman who can captivate people with her poetry.
This poem is gorgeous but not vulgar, vivid and bold, and really makes people think deeply.
Li Qingzhao smiled shyly, as if on purpose, and slowly moved his body towards Murong Fu, leaned over the mouth of the cherry, and kissed his cheek.
Literary talent and romance have complemented each other since ancient times. Talented men are romantic, and so are talented women. Li Qingzhao is even more magnanimous. She dares to tell all the sweet and happy things in the boudoir in her writing. She is not afraid of what others say. She is not only a A talented woman, she is also a wonderful woman of a generation.
…
The next morning.
Waking up from a peaceful dream, Li Qingzhao subconsciously reached out to hug the person beside him, but there was nothing left except a trace of warmth.
Li Qingzhao sighed resentfully and was reluctant to open his eyes.
But after a while, she found herself being picked up from behind. When she looked closely, she saw that it was Murong Fu who had left and returned.
It turned out that Murong Fu returned to the post house before dawn.
But after learning that the Xixia delegation would stay in Tokyo for some time because of what happened last night, he was not in a hurry to leave. After leaving a person behind to cover, he ran back to have a tryst with Li Qingzhao.
…
Jiangnan Taihu Lake, Yanziwu.
"We are now at the gate of hell. Prince Duan, if you are willing to copy down the sword manual of the Six Meridians Divine Sword, I promise that I will never embarrass you. How about that?"
I saw a monk from the Western Regions wearing plain shoes and yellow monk's robes. He put his palm on the shoulder of the handsome young man beside him and said with a smile at the corner of his mouth.
This person is none other than the national preceptor from the Tubo Kingdom in the Western Regions, King Jiumozhi of the Great Lun Ming Dynasty.
And beside him was Duan Yu.
As for why the two of them happened, it had to do with Ah Zi's prank that day.
That day, after everyone from the Duan family in Dali returned to the palace, Duan Yu could not forget the woman in white and passed the time all day long, but he did not know since then that he found that his body was getting worse and worse, and even his spirit was a little weak. Feeling depressed, as if he has no interest in anything.
At first, Duan Yu thought he was lovesick and didn't care much.
But until he fell into a dream at night and saw the woman in white waving to him that he admired, he didn't have the slightest desire. Instead, he felt cold all over and sweated uncontrollably all over his body.
When he suddenly woke up, he realized that his body had been soaked in cold sweat before he knew it, and the places where there should have been any changes seemed to be unconscious.
At this time, Duan Yu couldn't help but feel a little flustered, and immediately went to the palace doctor for diagnosis and treatment.
The final result also shocked him.
It turned out that Duan Yu's blood was boiling due to the poison of yin and yang and the poison that day, and he could not control himself. But at this moment, his acupuncture points were sealed by Ah Zi, which caused the aura in his body to be blocked, and all the yang energy gathered in it. In one place, the kidneys were severely damaged.
Coupled with the fact that the rescue was too late, Duan Yu suffered from sequelae in some aspects, which is commonly known as "not lifting".
When Duan Yu heard the news, he was like a bolt from the blue and fainted on the spot.
When he woke up, Dao Baifeng, who learned about this, also rushed over.
Looking at her pale son, she suddenly felt unspeakably sad and her tears couldn't stop flowing down.
Duan Yu couldn't even convince himself. He really didn't know how to comfort his mother, and his eyes were filled with gloom.
If he hadn't met the woman in white, this wouldn't have been a big blow to him. He could have legitimately become a monk. But while God gave him hope, he also sent him to a hell where he could never recover. , with this strong sense of disparity, even the most open-minded Duan Yu could not help but feel a sense of despair.
Emperor Baoding and Duan Zhengchun felt equally uncomfortable. After all, there was only one male in the Dali royal family, Duan Yu. Now the prince of the royal family was unable to recruit people. If this matter was spread, the consequences would be disastrous.
Thinking that the imperial doctors in the palace were helpless, Emperor Baoding could only take Duan Yu to Tianlong Temple to seek medical treatment, hoping that Master Kurong could find a way to cure him.
Even if it doesn't work, he can combine the power of one Yang finger from everyone to heal Duan Yu's injuries, and maybe it will have miraculous effects.
No matter what everyone imagines, for now, the only solution is to treat a dead horse as a living horse.
Both Emperor Baoding and Duan Zhengchun were old, and it was almost impossible to give birth to another heir. All hope could only be pinned on Duan Yu.
