Chapter 116: I fell ill again

Liu Yi looked at the scholar in front of him quietly, with wide shoulders and wide back, tall figure and rough appearance. If it weren't for his scholarly dress, those who had seen him would think he was a warrior.

"Young Master Liu is joking." The scholar stood up, half a head taller than Liu Yi. He smiled and bowed to Liu Yi, and said, "Fang is a scholar, and he has no power to fight with chickens. How could he be the opponent of the gentleman? Besides, this Qingfeng Pavilion is a kind place and was opened by Mr. Li. I'm afraid there is something wrong with fighting here?"

"Oh?" This was a bit surprising. Liu Yi couldn't help but turn his eyes to Li Rusi and asked, "Mr. Li, is this Qingfeng Pavilion your property?"

Li Rusi glared at the scholar fiercely, smiled at Liu Yiu, and said, "It's just that it's done by merely, which makes Mr. Liu laugh." Seeing that Liu Yi's face was a little unpleasant, he explained again: "However, the rules on these two floors have nothing to do with Ru Si. They were all set by the customers in the store themselves. As the owner of this restaurant, Ru Si is not easy to obstruct."

"Well," Liu Yi nodded, his face calmed down. Li Rusi is not the kind of person who judges people by appearance and status, otherwise he would not have taken the initiative to make friends with him, a farmer.

"Mr. Liu, I'll introduce you to you." Seeing that Liu Yi didn't mean to blame him, Liu Rusi began to introduce the tall young scholar in front of Liu Yi.

"This young man's surname is Fang, and his name is Yiai. He is the second son of Lord Zuo Pushefang, the minister of the current dynasty." After saying that, Li Rusi blinked at Liu Yiyi in secret, indicating that he should not offend Fang Yiai easily. The power of the Fang family is growing up is not small.

Fang Yiai? The son of the boss Fang, a celebrity, and one of the few cuckold men in history. Liu Yi looked at him carefully. I remember that I seemed to have seen some records about the second man in the Fang family before, saying that Fang Yiai, a kid, was the second son of the great writer Fang Xuanling, but he did not inherit his father's business. He had been evil in literature and good at martial arts since he was a child, and he had been a general. Why did he pretend to be a scholar here now? It's really weird. Could it be that he remembered it wrong?

"Young Master Fang is polite." Liu Yiu politely bowed to Fang Yiai.

"Brother Liu is polite." Fang Yiai climbed up the pole and sat close to Liu Yi and the others' table. He looked at the Yinyue Order in Liu Yi's hand and said, "I wonder what Mr. Liu has to do with that old general Gongsun? Please forgive Yiai for being presumptuous. It seems that he had never heard of Brother Liu before."

Liu Yi glanced at him and said, "Liu is just a farmer. He has land in his family and he usually travels around the fields. It is normal for Mr. Fang to have never heard of it. As for Liu's relationship with Gongsun's mansion, it's nothing to say. He just became sworn brothers with Helan a few days ago."

No wonder, after hearing that Liu Yi was the sworn brother of Gongsun Helan, the scholars couldn't help but show a sudden expression on their faces. What does it mean to say, "Birds of birds fly together, and people live together." Gongsun Helan's brother? The scholars couldn't help but increase Liu Yi's danger coefficient by a little further.

Fang Yiai heard Liu Yi's words, but gently curled her lips and did not believe Liu Yi's words.

Farmer? Which farmer can have the kindness of his demeanor, sitting among the many scholars and laughing in a humble manner? Which farmer can make Li Rusi respect him so much that he toast himself? Not to mention being sworn in Gongsun Helan. If an ordinary farmer was an ordinary farmer, the gate of the Gongsun family would not be able to enter.

Liu Yi and Gongsun Helan are not the same type of people. This is Fang Yiai's evaluation of Liu Yi. He is crazy and restrained, and knows how to advance and retreat, and can take advantage of the situation. From his move to show the Yinyue Order first, we can see that Liu Yi wanted to use the infamous acclaimed by Gongsun Helan before to intimidate this scholar. Unlike Gongsun Helan's little madman, who only knows how to do things blindly and fight against anyone he doesn't like.

This is a character. Fang Yiai couldn't help but put aside his thoughts of testing Liu Yi. Although his ability is limited, he is still the son of a famous scholar Fang Xuanling, and he still understands some simple skills of knowing people.

So, after drinking a glass of wine with Liu Yiai, Fang Yiai returned to his table tactfully.

Seeing Fang Yiai return without success, the scholars were naturally disappointed. They originally thought that Fang Yiai would let them out of anger, but who would have thought that such a result would be?

However, Fang Yiai dares not, which does not mean that others dare not.

For example, Wu Ziteng, the person who was just asked by Liu Yi, stood up at this moment. At the risk of being beaten by Liu Yi, he bowed to Liu Yi and said, "Mr. Liu, today's party was initiated by Mr. Li, aiming to make friends with literature and poetry. Since Mr. Liu is here this time, should he also leave some pens and ink to show respect for the master here?"

"Oh?" Liu Yi looked at Li Rusi, which made him a little uncomfortable. Although he had only met Li Rusi twice, he got along very happily every time, so Liu Yi still had a good impression of this handsome young man. Therefore, he didn't want to take his face in front of so many people.

"Why would Mr. Liu bring up a plaque for Rusi's small shop?" Li Rusi began to feel secretly happy and took the opportunity to ask Liu Yi for calligraphy. How could he miss the opportunity to get authentic Liu Yi's calligraphy?

"Tip?" Liu Yi looked at Li Rusi and suddenly thought that he had also given Li Rusi a painting. Now Song typography is popular in Chang'an again. Could it be the credit of this young master Li? "Just Liu just looked at the plaque in this restaurant, and saw the three words "Qingfeng Pavilion" on it, which looked quite familiar. I wonder who it was written by?"

If I had known that this was not hidden by Liu Yi, Li Rusi's face turned red and said to Liu Yi softly: "Mr. Liu laughed. Those three characters were Rusi's copying Mr. Liu's brushwork and improvised. It was far from the words of Mr. Mr. Mr. He, I am really ashamed. I would like to ask you to give me some advice and then re-report the words for the shop."

"Liu's calligraphy? Liu Yi'ai saw Li Rusi respectful to Liu Yi, and then recalled the conversation between Li Rusi and Liu Yi just now, and suddenly thought of something. Could it be that Liu Yi is the founder of Liu Yi's calligraphy?!

"Okay, if Mr. Li doesn't dislike him, Liu has no reason to refuse." Isn't it just a few words, or isn't it just a matter of raising hands? So, Liu Yi nodded happily to respond.

Where there are literati gathering, brush, ink, paper and inkstone are always indispensable. Seeing Liu Yi's agreement, Li Ru patted her palms in surprise, and then a servant came over with the four treasures of the study.

"Mr. Liu, please!" Li Rusi personally spread the paper and handed the brush to Liu. Then he watched from the side with great enthusiasm.

Liu Yi took the pen, dipped it on the inkstone, mixed the ink evenly, and then said to Li Rusi: "Then, Liu will be ugly." After that, he used his pen to fly, and his pen was like a dragon and a snake, and wrote the three big characters "Qingfeng Pavilion" on the paper. The characters were steep and steep, like a knife carving.

Silently, when Liu Yi put down his pen, everyone stared at the font written by Liu Yi on the paper, and no one spoke for a long time.

Except for Li Jihe who was just a little familiar with writing, the others, even the youngest young boy, had a lot of research on calligraphy. Naturally, they all saw that the character Liu Yi was more than ten times better than the plaque outside.

"Dare you ask Mr. Liu," Fang Yiai came to his senses first, separated the crowd, walked up and bowed to Liu Yi, and asked, "Did this Liu's calligraphy come from the hands of Mr.?"

Lizheng Hall. The imperial physicians from the Imperial Physicians gathered again.

Just an hour ago, Empress Changsun fell ill again and fainted, and is still unconscious.

Li Shimin walked anxiously in front of Queen Changsun's bed. He looked at the queen lying on the bed, and then looked at the imperial physician who was still arguing there, and was very upset. However, he knew that this kind of thing was too urgent. He wanted to ask Wang Zikui of the Imperial Medical Office several times, but he endured it again.

"Emperor!" Finally, when Li Shimin was about to be unable to bear it, the imperial physicians stopped arguing, and Wang Zikui walked out of the crowd and bowed to Li Shimin, saying, "I have come up with a solution to treat the Queen's disease, but this medicine is too dangerous, and you must decide it yourself."

"If you have any questions, Wang Aiqing can speak frankly." Li Shimin said to Wang Zikui calmly: "As long as the queen can be rescued, Wang Qing can speak as much as possible if he needs it. I will do my best to satisfy him."

Prince Kui replied in a low voice: "Your Majesty, it is not difficult to wake the Empress up. But this requires increasing the dosage. Among them, the dosage of arsenic is increased the most, which is more than twice the last time the medicine was used. Therefore, the ministers and others dare not take the medicine rashly, so please tell the emperor."

"Double?!" Li Shimin's heart trembled. Isn't this drinking poison to quench thirst?

"Wang Aiqing," Li Shimin scolded the people who were waiting on the side, stared at Wang Zikui and asked, "Tell me honestly, how long can this medicine last for the queen?"

"Two months." Wang Zikui did not dare to look at Li Shimin, and whispered to the maximum date he estimated.

Li Shimin's hand shook, his heart also became cold, and he asked in a trembling voice: "What about two months later?"

"You need to double the dosage, or it may last for another two months. I am incompetent, and there is no other way. Please give me a punishment!" Wang Zikui fell to the ground and apologized to Li Shimin.

"Two months, two months, is it only so short?" Li Shimin drooped his shoulders, with a decadent look on his face. He waved his arms and waved his hand to Wang Zikui, and said, "You go down and ask the Imperial Medical Office to boil the medicine soup and wake the queen up first. I want to stay here for a while."
Chapter completed!