Chapter 494 Princess, she is so pretty

Style: Girl Author: Yu JiuxuanWords: 2106Update Time: 24/01/12 03:54:42
Facing the resentful Sun Yizheng, Li Sixu felt that if she didn't explain things clearly to the old man, the old man who was nostalgic about his old feelings would continue to chatter all the way.

In fact, she didn't want to leave suddenly without saying hello.

However, she was a visitor from outside the Tang Dynasty, a witness to the prosperous age of Li Tang, and a passerby on a journey in time and space.

Maybe one day she will disappear from this world without a trace, right?

She already has many bonds and people she misses in Chang'an City.

Perhaps being more ruthless can break some bonds...

"Sisi and Brother Taibai are indeed very close, but they are not the kind of close friends you old man thinks they are."

Li Sixu confessed: "Sisi is his fan."

"What is a fan again?"

The imperial doctor was feeling that his brain was running out: "Girl, would you like me to take your pulse? You have been saying some weird words lately that people can't understand. Could it be a sign of hysteria?"

"Are you hysterical? Your disciple is very good, but his fans are..."

Li Sixu didn't know how to explain it, so she had to give an example: "Brother Taibai is a man of great literary talent, and his poems are excellent. Sisi appreciates his talent and learning, and also admires his character of emphasizing love and justice. She In Sisi's mind, he is a very special and amazing person, so Sisi is his fan."

Dr. Sun understood something now!

Because when his young disciple was urged by Princess Yuzhen to practice calligraphy, he practiced calligraphy with brother Taibai's poems.

He puzzled: "But there are many people who write poems better than him? Men of the Tang Dynasty can not only fight in battles, but also write articles and poems. Speaking of which, I still like brother Ziyu's frontier poems."

"That's right, your old brother Ziyu, the frontier fortress poems written by Mr. Wang Han are very good. Sisi yearns for the desolation of the frontier fortress in his works. She also feels from his poems how the men of the Tang Dynasty fought to protect their family and country. , the tragic and heroic act of throwing one's head and spilling blood is extremely respectable, so during this medical tour, Sisi will leave Jiannan Road and go along Hexi to Shuofang and Longyou."

"A good poet must travel all over the world, see the magnificent mountains and rivers of Li and Tang Dynasties, experience the ups and downs, and have his family, country and world in his heart before he can write truly good poems."

Li Sixu told him: "Brother Taibai will one day be able to write eternal quatrains, which you, the old man, cannot understand."

"Who says I don't understand?"

After leaving Qingcheng Mountain, Sun Yizheng was indeed a little reluctant to leave: "With my brother Taibai's talent and learning, I will one day be able to write a masterpiece that will be passed down for generations to come."

"Oh, a hard-spoken old man with a soft heart!"

Seeing his excitement, Li Sixu laughed and said, "It smells so good!"

Then she pointed to the route on the map that left Jiannan Road and headed towards Longyou, and discussed with Liu Yunying: "Sisi wants to go this way. As a person who grew up in the frontier, do you think it's feasible?"

"Leave Taozhou, enter Hexi, and then go to Shuoguan via Lanzhou. If the Tibetans don't invade, this route is still safe."

Liu Yunying asked her: "Why did the young master have to turn around and go to Yazhou first?"

"It has something to do with fire-huan cloth. Sisi asked Wang Yuanbao to find the ore that can be woven into fire-huan cloth in Yazhou. However, people who are exposed to this kind of ore for a long time are very likely to get sick."

Li Sixu sighed: "Sisi doesn't know if she made a mistake by letting Huo Huanbu come out."

"So I want to visit Yazhou, use my medical skills to do my best for the people who mine ores, and then I also want to develop wound infections and Chinese patent medicines like Mafei San, so that I, the man of the Tang Dynasty, can be on the battlefield. Injured people can receive effective treatment and reduce mortality..."

Time flies like an arrow, time flies!

Six years later, at the Fufeng Medical Center in Lingzhou, a handsome young man wearing a green Hufu, with only an agarwood hairpin to hold his hair, entered the backyard ward where the injured were placed, holding a booklet in his hand.

As soon as she appeared, the wounded soldier who was recuperating couldn't take his eyes away from him.

Because this young man looks so handsome!

I don’t know how he grew up, but in this windswept place like the border gate, his skin was as fair as jade, and he looked like it could be broken by a blow.

That’s all!

The key is that his facial features are also particularly good-looking.

If he were to change into women's clothing, I'm afraid no girl in Lingzhou City would be prettier than him.

His appearance is one of a kind, but at such a young age, he is already a famous young miracle doctor in Lingzhou.

Soldier Cao Li Xian, who was sent to the hospital for treatment half a month ago, saw her looking at him with concern, and a suspicious blush appeared on his face.

Unfortunately, the young miracle doctor didn't look at his face. Instead, he pulled off the gauze wrapped around his calf and asked warmly while applying medicine to him: "What do you think, Master Bingcao?"

"Don't call me Master Yanjian, the little miracle doctor. It seems too unreasonable!"

Li Xian, whose leg was obviously getting better, felt like he had a fever again when faced with the little miracle doctor's earnest concern.

Especially when the young man's fingertips touched his wound and pressed it, his cheeks became even hotter: "I'm conscious now. This time I went deep into Tubo with Brother Zhongsi as a spy. I died before I left the army and almost fell into the hands of the Tubo barbarians." , the military doctors in Taozhou all said that the leg was going to be amputated, but fortunately my father asked his subordinates to take Yanjian back to Lingzhou and send him to Fufeng Medical Center. A little miracle doctor took action, and Yanjian's leg was finally saved."

Li Sixu, who was dressed as a teenager, laughed softly after hearing Li Xianwen's humble words.

Li Sixu changed his dressing and tied the gauze on him. Li Xian felt a little disappointed: "What is the little miracle doctor laughing at?"

"It's not Brother Xiaoyanjian!"

Li Sixu, who was dressed in men's clothing, explained: "Axu heard that the men of the Tang Dynasty were martial men who could carry swords and go into battle, and literary men could paint and recite poems. It's true. Brother Yanjian is obviously a soldier, but he has a bookish smell about him, and when he talks, He was so polite and courteous, but he also said that A Xu was too outspoken."

"Axu and Brother Yanjian, your father has been friends for many years. Isn't it right to heal your leg injury?"

After checking his wounds, Li Sixu felt confident: "Brother Yanjian's leg injury is recovering well and he will be able to walk in another half month."

Li Xian became even more uncomfortable after what she said. He scratched behind his ears with his hand and blushed a little: "I'm the one who made the mistake. This is Lingzhou where Shuofang's army is stationed. I shouldn't have said such harsh words to the little miracle doctor about dropping my book bag." .”

Li Sixu was about to tie the wrapped gauze into a knot when Old Man Sun, who hurried over, snatched the work from her hands with a loud noise, and his eyes were full of hatred for steel.

"Didn't I tell you that I will do the small things like changing the dressing, but you are not allowed to touch it!"

Before Li Sixu could say anything, Doctor Sun winked at her: "There's a letter from Yizhou!"

After saying that, she ignored Li Xian's greetings to her and dragged Li Sixu out of the backyard to the second-story attic in front.

After entering the attic, he closed the door and angrily tapped her on the forehead: "You, let me tell you what good things the teacher said about you, but you are not allowed to change the dressings of the wounded soldiers yourself. You are too close to the smelly man." For the immediate matters, I can just ask my master to find a boy from the pharmacy to do it, so as not to save those people who want to keep an eye on you."