The moonlight is bright outside the hall, and a lamp inside the hall is as bright as a bean.
In the flickering light of the candle, Su Yun looked confused, wondering whether he should say that his brother had carved the poem.
Li Qing and Zhao Pu discussed poetry for a while, and they felt more and more that the artistic conception of "Beiyang Morning Journey" was bleak, and that "Song of Beiyang" and "Song of the Song Dynasty" each have their own strengths, and they cannot be generally compared.
"Xiaoyun, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Li Qing noticed that Su Yun had a strange expression, so he asked.
Su Yun shook his head, pursed his lips, and asked Li Qing: "If the poem engraved on the table is written on paper, will it become worthless, Sister Qing?"
"How can it be!"
Zhao Pu was the first to deny it, "This poem is of far-reaching significance. There is only one original copy of it written on paper, so I'm afraid its value will be higher. This is the original copy of the poem written by everyone."
Li Qing also agreed and said: "What Demou said is right. If it were on paper, the value of this poem would be even higher."
Su Yun nodded heavily, and turned around to ask her brother in person whether the poem he had engraved was the same one and whether he could write it again on paper.
"Sir, Mr. Tan is here."
He Wu took several attendants, led an old man in from outside, and reported to Li Qing.
Mr. Tan is an old man with gray hair and beard. Hearing Zhao Pu talk about the situation, he couldn't help but frown.
"Tule was born in the grasslands, and there are many arrows that are not clean. If the wounds become suppurative, the old man will be unable to do anything."
Su Yun was frightened, her face turned pale, and she looked panicked. She grabbed Li Qing's arm with great force, causing Li Qing to take a deep breath of cold air.
"Old Tan, do you want to take a look quickly?"
Su Yun ordered the doorkeepers Tu Dun'er and Xiao Niba to open the door and lead Mr. Tan into the house.
"My brother is already asleep. Mr. Tan, please help me take a look."
Old man Tan sat down in front of the bed, pulled out Su Lu's arm, and put his fingers on Su Lu's wrist.
"The physical damage is quite heavy. The arrow wound in Lord Su's body is not serious, but the delay was too long, so he is a little tired."
"Don't worry, Miss Su. I will prescribe some medicine for Lord Su. After taking it, not only will the external injuries be healed, but the abdomen will remain intact as before."
Old Man Tan said with joy, he untied the medicine cloth on Su Lu's body, looked at the wound carefully, then took out a pen and paper and wrote down a few prescriptions.
"I will prescribe Sir Su a tranquilizing medicine first and let Sir Su sleep for a few hours. Tomorrow, there will be another good man at the poetry meeting. This is a medicine for washing wounds. When Sir Su wakes up, take it.
Wash his wounds with water. Sir Su is tired, so let him take a nap first."
Su Yun nodded, handed the prescription to Tudun'er, and asked him to go outside and buy the medicine.
Li Qing asked Su Lu: "Mr. Tan, how is Sir Su's injury? Is it serious? The war in Beizheng is in full swing today, and food and grass are scarce. We cannot do without Sir Su to transport food and grass."
Zhao Pu also asked and said: "Let him sleep peacefully, don't let him sleep for too long, and don't sleep past tomorrow's poetry meeting. I still want to see what kind of poems he can write."
Old Tan laughed a few times: "I understand that I will not delay the princess's poetry meeting."
Zhao Pu was still a little worried and asked Li Qing: "Why don't this poetry meeting be held on the city wall? Your house is too far away from here, and the city wall is close to Su Lu's house. Even if he doesn't wake up, wait until he wakes up."
It is also convenient for participating in poetry gatherings, and it can also replace the city defense and protect Beiyang."
Zhao Pu was proud of his wit.
Li Qing nodded when he heard the words and felt the same. Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is shining brightly, and it is a good time to see thousands of lights on the city wall.
Su Yun was astonished and couldn't understand why the two of them moved the poetry society from the county magistrate's mansion to the city wall as soon as they hit it off. The world of rich people is really not something I can understand.
The next day, Su Lu frowned when he looked at the bowl of soup brought by Xiao Niba: "Are you sure this is soup and not poison?"
The smell is so strong, it's almost the same as the disinfectant I've used.
Su Yun smeared a few black spots on his cheeks and rushed in: "Brother, don't drink it. That is for external use to clean wounds."
Su Lu's hand holding the bowl couldn't help but tremble. It was a shame that he asked more questions.
Erniu brought in a bowl of normal decoction from the back. Su Lu asked Su Yun with some fear: "This can't be wrong, right?"
Su Yun's eyes widened: "Wrong, wrong, wrong, there are so many mistakes there, drink it quickly."
After saying that, Su Yun took the bowl with one hand and grabbed Su Lu with the other. He raised his hand and poured the medicine into Su Lu's mouth.
Xiaosi rushed in from the outside, holding another bowl in his hand, and shouted: "Miss, this is the medicine for wounding, and that one is for soothing the nerves. Drink it and you will fall asleep."
Su Yun looked at the empty bowl in his hand, then looked at Su Lu with wide eyes, and walked away with the bowl in his hands: "Brother, you can drink this medicine too."
Su Lu almost fainted. If she wasn't her biological sister, she would have been beaten to death.
He asked Xiao Niba to bring him some food. After Su Lu ate, he began to feel drowsy. The soothing medicine was quite powerful. Although it was not as strong as the sleeping pills, Su Lu also felt a little drowsy.
After Su Lu fell asleep, Erniu and Su Yun stuck their heads out at the door and gestured towards Little Niba in the room.
"My lord has fallen asleep."
Little Niba whispered.
Su Yun took a long breath, patted his chest, and said dissatisfiedly: "Er Niu, if you keep getting the wrong medicine like this, next time I will send you to the county captain's house and let you see how they do it."
Long-lasting memory."
Erniu lowered her head like a quail: "Miss, I don't want to, but I always forget things lately. It's been like this since the resurrection skill broke through to the third level."
Little Niba nodded: "Me too, but I learned from the veterans in the army how to tie ropes to remember things and write them down on this rope."
The resurrection skill does not rely on talent, but it does a lot of damage to the body. The third level is directly torture to the body. The internal organs, limbs, and bones must all be felt.
Su Yun frowned, "I'll go back and ask Master Chang if he has any good ideas. Master Chang has been at the front line of the Eastern Route Army for a while. When will he be back."
In the yard, Xiaosi came in deftly, "Miss, General Zhao Pu is here. He asked the lord if he was awake?"
Su Yun's little face instantly turned into a pimple, and he pursed his lips. After doing this several times, he ordered Xiao Si: "Go and tell General Zhao that my brother is still asleep."
Outside the door, Zhao Pu looked confused. Is he still asleep?
Turning the horse's head, Zhao Pu went to the county captain's house. He specifically warned Old Man Tan yesterday, but he didn't expect that he still overdosed. Su Lu is still asleep, so why don't you write a poem tonight?
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When Su Lu woke up, the moonlight had already passed through the window lattice and fell on the ground in front of the bed.
Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. The moon is big and round. The bright moonlight is like running water, pouring on the ground, as if it is covered with a layer of white frost.
The moon is bright during the Mid-Autumn Festival. In my hometown, I should be eating moon cakes and admiring the moon, and the Mid-Autumn Festival party should also have begun.
Home, after all, can never be returned to.
Su Lu took a deep breath, and the pain in his chest eased a lot. The medicine Su Yun gave him was quite effective. After looking at the wound, he saw that a new medicine cloth had been replaced, and the wound should have been cleaned.
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There is a shortage of medical treatment and medicine here, so it is difficult for her to find so much medicine and come back.
A misty song sounded in the distance, spreading far away in the silent dark night.
This should be the literati and poets who climbed up to the top of the city to express their emotions.
Guo Dashan's brigade should be on duty today, but he allowed these men of letters to go up the city wall, gave him a few military sticks when he turned around, and then let him take advantage of the princess's influence to act haphazardly in the army. It would be difficult to lead the soldiers of the Nanguan Camp.
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During the festive season, Su Lu misses her family even more. Listening to the constant chanting sound coming from the distance, Su Lu's homesickness becomes even more severe.
Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.
Su Lu read Li Bai's "Silent Night" and felt that his whole body was affected by homesickness.
There was bright moonlight in front of the bed, which was probably due to frost on the ground.
Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.
In the yard, Little Niba's surprised voice rang out: "...