Chapter 148: Sun Simiao said: You are sick!

The song "Shan Wave" is not famous in Chang'an City, but at least it also makes those who pay attention to Liu Yi and want to make Liu Yi's idea know Liu Yi's ambitions.

I am determined to be in the pastoral world, so don’t bother with nothing.

"See it," Li Shimin held the framed calligraphy and paintings in his hand and said to Empress Changsun and Li Chengqian: "I just say that this kid is a little cunning person. Is this "Shanbo Sheep" he wrote is really just to cheer up during the meal? I'm afraid that the purpose of showing it to me is to show it to me more."

Li Shimin took a look at the calligraphy and paintings in his hand again and said angrily: "He is telling me that he is tired of staying in Chang'an City. He wants to go home and try to let me let go."

"Haha, Your Majesty, isn't this exactly consistent with your original plan? Mr. Liu is a merchant and cannot be an official or a title. Why not just send him home to farm? I'll just do this to fulfill Mr. Liu's wish, and it's also a favor to repay him." Empress Changsun chuckled and persuaded.

After seeing Liu Yi's "Shanbo Sheep", Empress Changsun naturally knew Liu Yi's thoughts. She did not want to make things difficult for this benefactor who saved the mother and son.

"Yes, Father." Li Chengqian stood up with the crutch just sent from outside the palace and said to Liu Yi: "Mr. Liu is noble in his ambition. Since he wants to hide in the countryside, he also asks his father to be able to fulfill his wishes." Li Chengqian gave a light bow and said: "And Mr. Liu returned to Sanyuan, which is not very far from Chang'an. If there is any need in the future, it is better to call him again."

Ambition to be noble? Li Shimin curled his lips lightly, and couldn't help but remember the way Liu Yi looked when she cried to him that day. How could such a person be a person with noble ambition to be noble?

However, it is true that Liu Yiu wants to go home.

Li Shimin took two steps back and forth and said, "Should wait for two more days for this matter, and let's talk about it when the queen and Qian'er's patients are fine."

After saying that, Li Shimin said something to Empress Changsun and his son, then took the calligraphy and paintings in his hand and went back to the study to copy it.

"Grandpa, that's the original work of Mr. Liu. Xier finally asked him for it from General Gongsun. How could you give it to someone easily?" Su Chenxi held Su Bingren's arm, pouted her mouth, and kept complaining.

"Haha, you little girl," Su Bing politely patted Su Chenxi's head and smiled: "Brother Liu's authentic works are of course valuable, but if this can be exchanged for Brother Liu's freedom and satisfy Brother Liu's wishes, it would be worth it."

"In addition, grandpa knows that you love Brother Liu's calligraphy, how could it disappoint my baby granddaughter? " Su Bingren took out a thin sticker from his arms and handed it to Su Chenxi: "This is what Grandpa asked General Gongsun to ask you for special requests today. It was definitely written by Brother Liu, and it was written by the song "Shanbo Sheep".

"Really?!" Su Chenxi let go of Su Bingren's arm and excitedly took the thin patch. The familiar poems and words jumped into her eyelids again.

"Thank you grandpa!" The little girl saluted Su Bingren, and then ran to the study.

"Hey?! This girl!" Old Su couldn't help but chuckled and shook his head, sighing at the endless charm of calligraphy, and then followed.

When I arrived at the study room, I saw Su Chenxi in front of the table, so I walked to her side and said lightly: "Girl, at the dinner last night, Grandpa saw you having a great time talking to Brother Liu. I think you must have some understanding of Brother Liu's character. Tell me, what do you think of Brother Liu?"

"Grandpa, can't you tell from this poem?" Su Chenxi took the pen and dipped it ink, raised his head, with a little blurred look in his eyes, and chanted softly: "A piece of plowing and half a piece of ox, harvesting depends on the sky, and wasteland depends on the sky; three meals of simple and simple meals are sweet in the morning and sweet in the evening..., calm, calm, calm, comfortable, and satisfied, quite like the style of Mr. Wu Liu in the Jin Dynasty. Mr. Liu is a true great hermit. Such a prosperous place as Chang'an is not suitable for him, and he cannot keep him. He will leave sooner or later."

"Yes," Su Bingren sighed lightly: "It's a pity that such a talented man was exhausted by merchants and could not be valued by the court. I really can't bear to let him go like that."

"Why did grandpa offer that painting to the emperor? Wouldn't this make Mr. Liu go faster?" Su Chenxi glanced at Old Su in confusion and asked in confusion.

"I was entrusted by someone and I have been owed a favor for decades. And I also know that this forced melon is not sweet. Since Brother Liu is not here, it is useless to keep it more. So I helped him with the help. I think that in the near future, he will be able to get what he wants and return to his hometown." Su Bingren said.

"Oh," Su Chenxi nodded. Although she was a little confused, she didn't ask in depth. She put down her pen lightly, took the newly written post, and handed it to Su Bingren and said, "Grandpa, look, how does Xier write?"

"Well," Su Bingren took the look and nodded, "It looks seven points in shape and three points in spirit. Haha, Xi'er is worthy of being a talented woman from my old Su family. In just a few days, it is really rare that your Liu's calligraphy has achieved such success!"

"Xi'er is far behind Mr. Liu." As he said that, Su Chenxi picked up his pen and copied Liu Yi's calligraphy again.

Gongsun Mansion, Liu Yi and Gongsun Helan sat in the pavilion in the backyard.

Liu Yi took the "Eternal Green Song" that Sun Simiao gave him a few days ago and asked him to take a look at it. Although Gongsun Helan's martial arts skills are not as good as Liu Yi, he is still a person who has practiced family and passed on internal energy. He knew more about practicing Qi than Liu Yi.

"Brother," Gongsun Helan read the scroll back and forth and said to Liu Yiu: "This is indeed a method of luck. Although it is a little simpler, it is of great use. Well, it should be the ability to regulate qi and concentrate the mind and solidify the true essence of the body. Practicing regularly can strengthen the body and prolong life. However, it may be very slow to practice. Especially for people like Big Brother who have never practiced internal energy, they may be slower to practice. And now practicing it will not be of much help to Big Brother's martial arts."

"Oh," Liu Yi nodded gently. It seemed that the old Taoist Sun did not lie to him. Practicing regularly can strengthen the body and prolong life? Is this Sun Simiao's way of health preservation?

Thinking about the legend of Sun Simiao's age in history, Liu Yi's eyes began to shine. Can Old Dao Sun live to be over 160 years old rely on this "Eternal Green Song"?

"Brother, in fact, with my brother's skills, it doesn't matter whether I practice internal energy or not. The so-called internal energy sounds mysterious, but it is actually just a special breathing method." Gongsun Helan said: "For me, although I have practiced the family-born internal energy technique since I was a child, and over the past ten years, I have practiced some achievements, but once I fight with my brother, the internal energy cannot be helped at all, and I can't stop my brother's strong boxing power at all. It's better not to practice it after practicing."

"Yes." Liu Yiuan deeply agreed with Gongsun Helan's words. He had not had much contact with him before, so he didn't understand it. It turned out that this so-called internal strength was just a method to regulate one's own mechanism, which would only make the body stronger. It was not as powerful as the novel and omnipotent.

However, even so, Liu Yiu still wanted to practice.

Sun Simiao was in his eighties but still as strong as before, and he was quite tempted to him.

"Master Liu, two Taoist priests came to look for you outside. I wonder if Mr. Liu would not see you?" Gongsun Li walked into the backyard and bent over to report to Liu Yi.

"Master Sun is here?" Liu Yi raised his eyebrows. He really missed Cao Cao. Cao Cao arrived. Liu Yi stood up and bowed to Gongsun Helan and said, "Go to look for him. Brother Helan, please wait here for me. Let me go and greet you for my brother."

Afterwards, Liu Yi followed Gongsun Li to the front door and saw Sun Simiao and Changmei standing quietly in front of the general's mansion.

"Master Sun, Master Changmei, you are polite here." Liu Yiu walked two quick steps, bowed forward to see the salute, and enthusiastically invited Master Sun Simiao to the backyard.

"Come on, Taoist Master Sun, I'll introduce you to you," Liu Yi pointed at Gongsun Helan who was still sitting in the pavilion and said, "This is the boy's brother, Gongsun Helan. Brother Helan, this is Taoist Master Sun whom brother just mentioned to you."

"Master Sun is polite." Gongsun Helan bowed to the ceremony.

"Well, Brother Gongsun is polite." Sun Simiao bowed his head and returned the greeting, then stared at Gongsun Helan's face for a while, and suddenly said, "Brother Gongsun, you are sick!"

"Uh? Am I sick?" Gongsun Helan pointed at her nose. She never expected that this old Taoist would say such a sentence when she saw him. She was so angry.

"Master Sun, please sit down." Liu Yike knew Sun Simiao's background, and how could the name of "Medical King" be fake? He politely asked Sun Simiao to sit in the pavilion and asked softly: "Master Sun, I wonder what disease my brother has?"

"Actually, it can't be said to be a disease, it should be said to be a injury," Sun Simiao sat down, looked at Gongsun Helan, and asked, "Do you dare to ask this Gongsun, your inner organs have been severely damaged in the near future?"
Chapter completed!