My name is Chang An, your name is Gu Li

Chapter 183 4 Doctor He Zhizhang

Seeing Gu Li's happy expression, Chang An also laughed with her. Then Gu Li pointed to the bookcase behind Chang An and said, "Chang Lang, go to the study to put your things first. I'll clean up here."

"it is good."

......

I don’t know if it’s because of the medicine prescribed by Doctor Zhang, or because Gu Li has been in a happy mood during this period, but his appetite has barely returned to normal.

At night, they both took a bath and sat on the bed, snuggling and whispering:

"Chang Lang."

"uh-huh?"

"Chang Lang, tell me, should I make some clothes for girls or some clothes for boys?" Gu Li asked, "We don't know whether Xiaoguai is a boy or a girl yet."

Chang An smiled and said, "Why don't you make more, both for boys and girls? If we really have Erguai in the future, we can wear them."

"That's fine!" Gu Li nodded, then yawned.

Chang An rubbed her face again, and said as he rubbed it: "Are you sleepy again, little lazy bug?"

"I'm sleepy," Gu Li didn't move, letting Chang An rub against him, "I haven't felt sleepy all day."

After Chang An finished rubbing, he gave it a kiss and said lovingly, "My dear Gu Niang is awesome. She didn't doze off all day. Do you want any reward?"

At this time, Gu Li moved closer to Chang An and said, "I want Chang Lang to be my reward."

As she spoke, Gu Li put her hand on Chang An's collar. Chang An was a little amused at this time, and gently pinched her little hand and said, "Little devil, don't seduce me!"

Gu Li pouted a little aggrievedly at this time and said, "Chang Lang just said he could reward me, but he lied to me again..."

Chang An rubbed Gu Li's face with his hands and said, "This won't work. Gu Niang is pregnant with Xiaoguai. You can't be as impulsive as before, understand?"

"Okay then..." Gu Li felt a little disappointed at this time, and then stretched out her green jade fingers and scratched Chang An's abdomen through his clothes. It seemed that she still wanted a reward.

Chang An had no choice but to say, "But I didn't say I wouldn't reward you."

"What's the reward?" Gu Li immediately regained interest, blinked his eyes and asked curiously.

"A big kiss! How about it?" Chang An said.

"Big kiss..." Gu Li was not unaware of what this so-called big kiss meant, but judging from his expression, he was still considering it. After thinking for a while, he seemed to think that something was better than nothing, and a fly was still meat no matter how small it was, so he nodded in agreement.

So, the two of them stuck together. After so long, Gu Li's skills were even better than Chang An's, so she once again made herself dizzy. After they separated, Gu Li panted lightly, her cheeks slightly red. After taking a few breaths, she also coughed lightly twice.

Chang patted her back soothingly and asked softly, "Are you satisfied?"

Gu Li nodded gently and said "hmm". Chang An then put her on the bed, and after stamping her lips, he was about to get up and blow out the candles.

But when she stood up, she was grabbed by her clothes. Chang An turned around, leaned over her, and asked, "What's wrong? Are you not sleepy anymore?"

At this time, Gu Li lifted up his shirt, revealing his belly, and said, "Chang Lang hasn't kissed Xiaoguai yet."

Chang An smiled, and then turned to kiss her belly, and Gu Li was satisfied and let go of Chang An's hand. After Chang An blew out the candle, he returned to the bed and lay beside her.

"It's time to go to bed, Mother Gu." Chang An said after pinching Gu Li's face across the darkness.

Gu Li approached Chang An directly, leaned lightly on his shoulder, and said, "Well, good night, Chang Lang."

After he finished speaking, Gu Li's breathing became steady and Chang An soon fell asleep.

......

The next day, Chang An quietly washed up, kissed Gu Li on the face, and went directly to the Imperial College. When he arrived at the entrance of the Imperial College, he suddenly heard an old man reciting a poem:

"The night rain at the source of the mountain crossed the fairy's home, and in the morning the peach and plum blossoms in the east garden. The peach blossoms are red and the plum blossoms are white, shining brightly on the corners of the city and the southern streets... Don't say that spring flowers cannot be planted, I will hold the fairy fruit to offer to the king."

When Chang An heard the poem, he couldn't help but stop and turned to look in the direction where the voice came from - an old man was standing in front of a wall, looking at the plum blossoms on it.

This poem seemed familiar to me, so I blurted out: "What a good poem, 'Looking at the Peach and Plum Blossoms at Other People's Home'."

When the old man heard his voice, he turned around, saw Chang An, smiled and said, "Chang Yonghe."

Only then did Chang An see the old man clearly. It was the old man he had seen in front of Guanyin Temple yesterday. Huaiqin also said that he was a doctor in the Imperial Academy. Chang An then bowed and greeted him:

"Meet Dr. He."

"No need to be so polite. We haven't even entered the Imperial College yet. Besides, you and I are not teacher and student, so there is no need for greetings," said Dr. He.

"Dr. He!" At this time, Chang Wenmeng's voice came from behind the two of them, attracting their attention: "Yonghe is here too."

"Father."

"Dr. Chang."

Chang Wenmeng came up and asked, "Dr. He, I didn't see you on duty the past two days. Are you feeling unwell?"

"I caught a cold, but I'm recovered now," Dr. He replied.

"Dr. He, I wonder what's wrong with my son..." Chang Wenmeng pointed at Chang An and asked.

Dr. He smiled and said, "Your son is indeed worthy of being the most talented scholar in Chang'an. I just saw these plum blossoms and wrote a poem, and your son gave me a title for the poem."

Chang An immediately cupped his hands and said, "I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it, it's just what I said, it's not real knowledge."

"In 'Looking at Other People's Peach and Plum Blossoms', I was only looking at the plum blossoms and did not mention the peach blossoms. Why did Mr. Chang add peach?" Dr. He asked with a smile.

Chang An replied: "Because this poem is not really about peach and plum blossoms, but about us students."

"Then where does the word 'other people' come from?" Dr. He asked again.

"Because this is a flower tree in someone else's house, it should be used as a metaphor for the current palace."

He Zhizhang still did not let him go and continued to ask: "Why do you say that? Why do you conclude that my family refers to the palace?"

"The last sentence: Don't think that spring flowers can't be planted, they will bear immortal fruits and offer them to the king." Chang An said with a smile, "The meaning of this sentence should be - don't think that the trees that bloom in spring can't grow, they will bear immortal fruits one day and offer them to the current emperor."

"These two sentences should be encouraging students or Dr. He, right? But whether it is these students or you, Dr. He, aren't they expressing your aspirations?"

He Zhizhang asked again: "Why exhortation?"

"Previously, there was: The long-standing minister of the Mingguang Palace, the mist half entered the Pixiang Garden. But you said that you did not want a high position and generous salary, but only wanted the country to have a better successor, so it can be ruled out that it was Dr. He who encouraged yourself. So what students understand should be used to encourage younger students."

After saying that, He Zhizhang nodded with great satisfaction: "Dr. Chang, take a look, take a look."

At this time, Dr. He pointed at Chang An and said to Chang Wenmeng: "I just said this poem once, and this boy has memorized the content and has such a good understanding of it. How can this not be considered real talent and learning?"

"No wonder you have already become a noble in the imperial court before you even reach adulthood. I have witnessed this today."

"Dr. He, you are too kind."

Chang Wenmeng also twirled his beard and smiled, "This kid is too modest, Dr. He, please don't be offended."

Then Dr. He looked at Chang An and said, "Mr. Chang, I know you, but you don't know me, right?"

Chang An smiled - if he still didn't know who the other person was, he would be a fool. This person was a doctor of four subjects, and he wrote a poem "Looking at Other People's Peach and Plum Blossoms". His last name was He. Who else could he be except the "Wine Immortal"?

"You should be Dr. He Zhizhang." Chang An replied.

He Zhizhang was a little surprised at this time and said, "Do you recognize me?"

Nonsense! Chang An had received a complete nine-year compulsory education, so he knew him. But he still put on a show and said, "How could I not know Mr. He's name?"

He Zhizhang smiled and twirled his beard, saying, "You are embarrassing me. I don't have any great reputation."

"Even if he is not here now, Mr. He will definitely be here in the future." Chang An said. If his memory is correct, He Zhizhang will be promoted in a few years.

He Zhizhang smiled faintly, waved his hand and said: "I am just a doctor, how can I have any great reputation. On the contrary, you, Chang Yonghe, I think you will become a great talent."

"I dare not, I dare not." Chang An said with a bow.

"Forget it, it's almost time for class, you can go in now." He Zhizhang said.

"Goodbye." Chang An bowed and left.

Only He Zhizhang and Chang Wenmeng were left. He Zhizhang looked at Chang An and said, "This boy has a promising future."

"Dr. He, you are overpraising me."

He Zhizhang shook his head and said, "I have read his poems. Just the five poems "Wedding Lady Gu's Dressing" have different perspectives and styles. Let's look at his "Climbing the High Mountain" and the subsequent "Presented to Wang Wei". The styles are different again."

"This boy has so many styles, sometimes romantic and sometimes sad. If I hadn't read them myself, I would have thought that those poems were written by different people."

Chang Wenmeng could only laugh dryly, not knowing how to respond. He couldn't say that his son had written several poetry collections at home just to please his daughter-in-law.

If these poetry collections were taken out, many poets would probably go crazy.

"By the way, I wonder if Dr. Chang has any other poems by your son?" He Zhizhang suddenly asked at this time.