Duliang Pills are from "Hundred Ones" by the Song Dynasty. Bianliang is also the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty. As Bai Zhihan, who is the Tang Dynasty, naturally could not know. Zuo Shaoyang mentioned this prescription. This prescription is very simple. He soaked it in Bai Zhibo boiling soup several times, then grind it into fine powder, and then refine honey into pills. Niu Wen Novel~ Read novel online [-ttzw365.-] Free text update! In addition to treating abdominal pain in menstruation, Duliang Pills can also treat dizziness, bloody wind and headaches, etc.

After Bai Zhihan remembered the prescription, he said, "Can you tell me another story?"

"Okay*..." Zuo Shaoyang stared at her soft and moist red lips: "You seem to have forgotten something*..."

Bai Zhihan knelt down and crawled for two steps, went to Zuo Shaoyang, supported her shoulders with both hands, and kissed him gently.

"It's perfunctory!" Zuo Shaoyang said, "Be careful! Just like that night on the rockery*..."

Bai Zhihan was so embarrassed that he had to kiss his mouth again, put his tongue into his mouth and let him suck it enough. Then he sat back, his face flushed and said, "Young Master, let's continue."

"Okay, let's talk about the story of my friend who likes to write poetry this time*..."

Bai Zhihan rebuked: "Which friend who wrote the poem?"

"Well, he has many stories, some of which are related to medicinal materials, so I chose these and agreed*..."

Bai Zhihan smiled sweetly: "It should be your own story, right?" She liked the famous Tang and Song lyrics that Zuo Shaoyang had read before. She thought that people who could write such good poems must have become famous all over the world, and it is absolutely impossible for her to know nothing about it. So she firmly believed that Zuo Shaoyang did not have such a friend at all. The poems that Zuo Shaoyang had read before were written by Zuo Shaoyang himself, so she listened to this story as his story.

Zuo Shaoyang smiled: "His story is actually very pitiful, I'm not that pitiful."

"Is that so? That young master said." Bai Zhihan's beautiful Danfeng eyes flashed and he looked at him waterily.

"Okay, my friend lives in poverty, and can even be said to be poor." He often had no meals after eating. He couldn't bear to pour the food that could not be finished at home and it was so hot that it was rotten. He once wrote a poem to make fun of himself, and there were a few sentences called "Chaokou Fuermen" that followed the dust of fat horses. The broken cups and cold roasts were filled with sorrow everywhere,"

"Can the Master of Master remember this poem?"

"It's too long, I can't remember it. I still remember a few words, which are called "I'm just a young man, and I'm already a guest of state. I read thousands of books." I wrote like a god*..."

"Wow, what a sentence, "I read thousands of books and write like a god! Did he go to Beijing to take the exam?"

"Yeah, huh, how do you know how to rivet?"

"What the poem says is "I've been able to watch the national guest as soon as possible" "The Book of Changes? Guan Gua? Xiangci" says: "The national guest is the national guest who can watch the national guest, and he can claim to be the national guest who can watch the national guest, and he lives like this later. Naturally, he is not the real national guest, and his literary talent is so good." Being able to read more than ten thousand books should be the selected tribute student who took the exam*..."

Zuo Shaoyang raised his thumb: "The analysis is correct! He went to Beijing to take the exam at that time, but he lost his reputation and was trapped in the capital for thirteen years!"

"No!" Bai Zhihan Dan blinked his eyes and asked with a suspicion, "I have only been doing it for ten years since the founding of the Tang Dynasty. How could the young master be trapped in the capital for thirteen years because he went to Beijing to take the exam? Could it be that the young master, who was the young master, took the Sui Dynasty exam first? That's not right. In the late Sui Dynasty, the world was in chaos and no tribute elections were held!"

Zuo Shaoyang complained in secretly, and said casually, and said hurriedly: "I remembered it wrongly, maybe it didn't last long, I've been trapped in the capital for some years."

"Oh, what about later?"

"Later" he couldn't get home without any money. Fortunately, some dignitaries also liked his literary talent and often gave Zhou Ji some "leftovers to make ends meet to make ends meet."

"It's so pitiful." Bai Zhihan said sympathetically.

"Yes, this day" he cooked the porridge left over the day before. The porridge was already rotten. After drinking it, he vomited quickly and felt unbearable. However, he had no money to see a doctor, so he was so painful that he sat at the door and hummed. Just as a white-haired old man passed by, and after checking him, he picked a handful of wild weeds with white fluff and fryed the soup for my friend to drink. As a result, his illness was so amazing that he recovered quickly.

He was very grateful, so he called this herb "Bai-headed Wong". He also told everyone about the benefits of treating diarrhea. He also wrote a poem for this herb: It is ordinary and green in the field, and how can you fight against the common red? Dongjun is interested in planting in the world, so he can give Bai Weng to save Shaoling*..."

"What a good poem!" Bai Zhihan praised, "Using poetry to describe people, the young master must have a compassionate heart, just like the young master*..."

Zuo Shaoyang sighed: "Yes, his poems are deep and melancholy, and are always full of deep sympathy for the sufferings of the people*..."

"This is the same as the young master, or like the young master, the old lady, you would rather have your own family to be hungry and squeeze out food from your teeth to help others."

"Hehe, I can't compete with others*..."

"Young Master is so modest!" Bai Zhihan thought for a while and said, "Young Master's friend is named Fu and his courtesy name is Shaoling, right?"

Zuo Shaoyang was really surprised: "Do you know Du Fu? It's impossible!"

Bai Zhihan smiled sweetly:... The young master has already made it clear in his poems. The previous sentence. When Fu was young, he was a guest of state." He had already explained his name clearly. Fu, but I just don't know that the next song "I'd like to give Bai Weng to save Shaoling. Is the Shaoling in the poem the young master's friend or the name?"

Zuo Shaoyang then realized and smiled and said, "This is the name, Shaoling Ye Lao. Because the place where he lives is next to the Chang'an tomb, he is called this name. His name is Zimei. Because his surname is Du, we usually joke that he is homophonic, belly*..."

Bai Zhihan chuckled: "You are so naughty. Du Fu and Du Zimei, he has been in Beijing for several years and has entered Beijing for the exam. He should be older than the young master, right?"

Zuo Shaoyang hesitated for a moment. He was a person from this era now, while Du Fu was a mid-Tang man almost a hundred years later. He was much older than Du Fu, so he could only stammer: "Well, that's right."

Bai Zhihan looked at him strangely, thinking that old age is big, small is small, how can there be no reason to be "calculated" big, and said, "Young master's friend claims to have read thousands of books and writes like a god." Why haven't I heard of such talented people?" Seeing her bright eyes and a little guilty, Zuo Shaoyang smiled and said, "There are so many talented people you have never heard of, what's so strange about. Okay, you should do what you should do." He said, pouting.

Bai Zhihan's face turned red again, and she couldn't help but look at the hanging curtains. Listening to the rustling rain outside, there was quiet around her. Only the little squirrel yellow ball squatted in the corner of the carport and looked at them. Then she knelt over again, grabbed his shoulder, kissed him, and still stretched out her tongue for him to suck.

This time, Zuo Shaoyang was not polite anymore. He took her into his arms, and touched her with his taro up and down, making Bai Zhihan panting, and he almost couldn't help but stop.

Bai Zhihan knelt down and tidyed up his clothes, shyly and resentful, gave him a blank look: "Young master knows to bully me, hum! You have to tell three stories this time to get the number!"

Zuo Shaoyang said: "I said I'm tired, you are so good at writing. Read a poem you wrote to me. If you say it well, I'll kiss you*..."

"Ah?" Bai Zhihan grimaced, "The poem I wrote is not good, I can't compare with your friend*..."

"Why do you have to compare with others? The poems you wrote are the fruits of your own labor, and you should not underestimate yourself."

"Well..., OK*..." Bai Zhihan nodded, thought for a while, and said, "I'll read a song I wrote last year*..."

"Why do you have to read last year's not this year?"

"This year? I am your slave this year, and I am catching up with the famine. How can I have time to recite poems and essays?"

"Hehe, that's right. When you marry into our Zuo family in the future and become a grandmother, you will have time."

Bai Zhihan looked at him with a smile: "At that time, when I had a child, I couldn't even be busy with the child's affairs, so I had no time*..."

"Can you find a wet nurse!"

"I don't! I will take care of my child myself..."

Thinking that one day he would have children with Zuo Shaoyang, Bai Zhihan's heart was pounding. He felt that his face was like drinking two taels of soy wine. He hurriedly lifted the curtains in concealment and looked out. The rain outside became heavier and heaved, and a layer of mist appeared, floating on the official road of the winding mountain, like the white gauze dress that the fairy took off.

Zuo Shaoyang was also in a state of excitement. The raindrops blown in from the cracks of the raised car curtain were cool. Somehow, they reminded him of Miao Peilan's tears. On the hillside, the night of life and death that he was seriously injured, the tears on Miao Peilan's cheeks were so cold.

A strong tenderness slowly rose in his heart, like raindrops floating in, surrounding him and unable to erase them.

Why do we always miss each other when we are separated?

When I was at the peak of Guigu Peak, I went to the well to fetch water, but I was thinking of Sang Xiaomei. I was just because Miao Peilan was by my side at that time and was printing the sentence: "Only when I lost can I know how precious she is?" Now that I have left Lan'er, I always think about her. When will I think of Bai Zhihan like this? Could it be that I have to wait until I separate from her?

Thinking of the possible separation, Zuo Shaoyang felt a sense of melancholy, the full moon and the long and waning moon. He couldn't help but get up and sit over, hugging Bai Zhihan from behind.

Bai Zhihan's body trembled slightly, as if he realized that this time Zuo Shaoyang did not walk out of the **, but was moved, lovingly, and felt warm in his heart. He turned his head and looked at him, his eyes were misty, just like the rain outside.

Zuo Shaoyang just hugged her gently, but made her more emotional than the intense kiss and caress she had just now. She pressed her smooth cheeks against his face, closed her eyes gently, and felt the tenderness she had longed for.

The official road was already full of mud. The big bull didn't care about the rain that was rippling the sky and the earth, and was not even a little impatient. He still stepped on the mudflats and walked forward step by step.
Chapter completed!