Bai Juyi sighed: "You really like my poems, I believe it!"
He said simply: "Poet Bai, my master is your fan!"
"Vermicelli? You mean Doctor Ying likes to eat vermicelli?" Bai Juyi asked.
"No! We modern people call admirers fans, or groupies!" Simple explained.
"It's too unpleasant to hear. Doctor Ying, please continue to recite it!"
"Poet Bai, I forgot a few lines in the middle. Can you omit them?"
"Yes! You can save the dead part and let me listen to something nice!"
Concubine Yang's cheeks were stained with tears, and she cried: "Letian, you are worthy of being the great poet of our Tang Dynasty, how could you write about me so well!"
Bai Juyi said: "The middle section is not very..."
Ying Yongjian interrupted him and said: "Your Majesty, I forgot the middle part, I just memorized it!"
…
Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was ethereal.
The exquisite pavilion is filled with five clouds, among which there are many fairies.
One of them has a character called Tai Zhen, and his skin and appearance are all mixed.
Knock on the jade in the west chamber of the golden palace, and teach Xiaoyu to report a double success.
Hearing that the Emperor of Han Dynasty envoys, the dream soul in Jiuhua tent is frightened.
I pick up my clothes, push my pillow, and wander around, and the silver screen of beads and foils meanders open.
The hair on the temples is half fresh and sleeping, and the flower crown is not neat when I come out of the hall.
The wind blows and the fairy's mantle flutters, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers.
The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring.
I look at the king with affection, and my voice and appearance are blurry when I say goodbye.
Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon are long in Penglai Palace.
Looking back at the world, Chang'an is nowhere to be seen, but dust and mist.
But I will express my affection for old things, and send my hairpin to the future.
Leave one strand of the hairpin and combine it into a fan; break the hairpin into gold and combine it into two pieces.
But if your heart is as strong as gold, we will meet in heaven and on earth.
I sent my farewell words again with great care, and in them I vowed to know each other.
On July 7th, in the Hall of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night.
I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.
As time goes by, this hatred will last forever.
When he memorized the last sentence, "As time goes by, this hatred will last forever," Ying Yongjian fainted without taking a breath.
Pu Su quickly supported Ying Yongjian, pressed his hand, and kept saying: "Master, are you okay?"
Ying Yongjian took a deep breath and said slowly: "Poet Bai, why is your poem so long? Fortunately, you left out the middle section, otherwise I would have really left!"
"Where are you going?" Bai Juyi asked.
"I mean, I'm dead." Ying Yongjian said
"That's not the case, is it? My poetry writer is not dead yet!"
When everyone looked at Concubine Yang again, they saw her sitting on a stone, crying like rain and gasping for breath.
"What's the matter? Imperial Concubine?" Simple asked with concern.
"Bai Juyi, how did you know that I went to Penglai Wonderland?" Yang Guifei asked.
"That's how I felt at the time. I felt like you were a fairy descending to earth! Moreover, I felt that I could see you again in the future, so I wrote it very emotionally." Bai Juyi said proudly.
"You are really right. The Queen Mother really called me 'Yang Taizhen' at that time. Now that I think about it, everything is fate!" Concubine Yang sighed.
"To grow up like you, isn't it like a god descending to earth?" Bai Juyi praised.
"The last two lines of the poem are such a masterpiece, do you think future generations can still write poems?" Yang Guifei said angrily.
"I'm sorry, Imperial Concubine. I wrote a little too detailedly. However, only the love between you and Emperor Tang Ming is worth the amount of ink I have spent on it!"
"Then what should I do now? 'The eternity of heaven and earth will eventually end, and this hatred will last forever!'" After Yang Guifei finished speaking, she forgot about the First Emperor.
"Now that we have arrived on a new planet, life has turned a new page, right?" Bai Juyi saw what Yang Guifei was thinking. The person next to her had an unusual relationship with her!
"Bai Juyi, let me introduce you, this is the First Emperor of the Eternal Emperor!"
Concubine Yang said again: "I can tell from your poem that everyone blames me for seducing the emperor and leading to the demise of the Tang Dynasty. An emperor through the ages, do you still dare to love me?"
"What? He is Qin Shihuang? Can you still restart your life with him?" Bai Juyi said angrily.
"What's wrong? He was a great figure who unified China at that time!" Yang Guifei defended.
"Yes, our descendants now have an objective and fair evaluation of the First Emperor. His achievements will go down in history!" Pu Su felt that he had to tell the truth.
"Then you are with this person, will anyone still read my "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"?" Bai Juyi was still aggrieved.
"Bai Letian, it turns out you are just doing it for your poems to be sung, not for my happiness!"
"Queen Mother, you should take this Yang Zhenren away, right? If she is on this naked planet, she may mess around!" Bai Juyi shouted: "Listen, I heard the Queen Mother's voice, the Queen Mother said, 'You can't mess around.' !”
"Are you crazy? You are a stinky poet, you only know how to think wildly. If you were in our Qin Dynasty, you would be beheaded!" The First Emperor was also angry.
"Your Majesty, please calm down. Our Tang Dynasty likes to sing and dance to promote peace. Let him go." Yang Guifei comforted the First Emperor.
Ying Yongjian pulled Bai Juyi out of the cave and said, "Poet Bai, I think you are crazy. Not only do you speak nonsense, you also see and hear nonsense!"
The cold wind blew, and Bai Juyi shuddered and said, "Really? You are a doctor, do you think I am abnormal?"
"I feel this way. How about I give you a diagnosis and treatment tomorrow morning?"
"Then I'll trouble Doctor Ying. I'd better call you Doctor Ying. Let me live a modern life." Bai Juyi was quite happy.
Ying Yongjian greeted the First Emperor and Concubine Yang, and took Bai Juyi to the cave where he lived. Bai Juyi was so tired that he lay down on a stone and fell asleep.
Early the next morning, before Ying Yongjian woke up, Bai Juyi screamed.
"It's so hot, Doctor Ying, I'm so hot!"
As soon as Ying Yongjian saw that it was dawn, he got up and took Bai Juyi's pulse.
"Great poet, you have heat evil in your body, so you have auditory hallucinations and hallucinations."
"Audio hallucination, hallucination?" Bai Juyi didn't understand.
"This is what we modern people say. The ancients called it 'wrong hearing and wrong seeing'."
"Then can you nurse me back to health?"
"Okay, just massage. Your pulse is still quite good, and the evil energy has not penetrated deep into your internal organs."
After breakfast, Ying Yongjian asked Bai Juyi to lie on a big rock and prepared to give him a massage.
"Doctor Ying, are you sure that massage can help? In our time, people took more decoctions and medicines."
"Don't worry, the imperial concubine said my level is not bad!"
Ying Yongjian clamped the carotid arteries on both sides of Bai Juyi's neck with his thumbs and index fingers, pushed it from top to bottom, and massaged it into the missing basin. After going back and forth many times, Bai Juyi felt that he was no longer so hot.
An hour later, Bai Juyi said: "Doctor Ying, your level should exceed that of the imperial doctors of our time!"
"I don't dare, I don't dare. The great poet has won the prize."
"In our time, there were not many doctors who could cure diseases by massage alone. I have never encountered one. Now I don't feel hot anymore, I don't talk nonsense anymore, and my hearing is normal."
"This technique was actually handed down from the ancients. If there is heat in the upper part, 'push it away'. This technique is recorded in the "Huangdi Neijing", and I only learned about it after reading this book."
"Doctor Ying, can I become your disciple?" Bai Juyi said with a smile.
"Then I wouldn't dare. You are the poet I admire and you are the teacher."
"Didn't Confucius say? 'When three people walk together, there must be a teacher.' We can learn from each other."
"I can learn to write poems from you. I have a friend who likes to write modern poems. However, compared with your poems, they are far behind." Ying Yongjian thought of fairy tale poems.
"Bring it to me and take a look." Bai Juyi stretched out his hand.
"I don't have it with me, but I will also recite this poem because it is not long."
"Recite it to me." Bai Juyi said.
"I'd better sing!" Ying Yongjian cleared his throat and started singing:
Naked planet, no sorrow. Who turned my heart into stone. I cultivated my mind and health, and dived into nature, but I ended up falling in love with you.
A naked planet, without desires or desires. It was you who turned me from a lady into a sorrowful one. However, they still attract each other, forming Yin and Yang; and they are entangled with each other, filling the universe.
A naked planet filled with materialistic desires. The disguise of money covers up the ugliness of human nature. Learned to eat the weak and abandoned love and sorrow. We hate each other and never leave each other.
Naked Planet, simple and worry-free. Please take my heart back to earth. Let the air and water melt you and me. I have traveled all over the universe and found that you are me, waiting for me all my life...
