Fortunate Young Gentleman

I went out for a walk today, but still didn't gain much.

He almost got taken advantage of by that old beggar who never repaid his kindness.

The disrespectful old liar deserves to be beaten.

The first thing Tang Ning did when she returned to the room was to place a few thin books given to him by the old liar on the corner of the table.

Not to mention, the thickness was just right. Tangning shook the table vigorously, but it stopped shaking at all.

Zhong Yi walked in from outside, looked at him, and said, "I looked through many poetry books today, but I couldn't find the song "Taishan Ode"..."

"You must have seen it in some book before." Tangning said casually, "Maybe you don't have that book in your study..."

Zhong Yi thought for a while, looked at him and asked, "Could it be... that you did it before?"

It was not that she had never thought that this poem was Xie Daoyun's lost work. After all, "A Thousand Gold Prescriptions" preceded it, and he might have actually seen Xie Daoyun's last work before.

But the possibility of two things happening in succession is too small. In comparison, it is more likely to happen as she guessed.

"How is this possible..." Tangning waved her hand and said, "I can't write such a poem. I must have seen it before..."

Zhong Yi looked at him and said, "But I asked my father, and he said he had never seen it before."

Tangning thought for a while and explained, "Maybe... maybe that book is a little more biased."

"Maybe it really was written by you." Zhong Yi said with some regret, "If you think about it carefully, maybe you can remember it..."

Tangning didn't know how to explain it.

These days, if you tell the truth, no one will believe it...

When Zhong Yi walked out of the courtyard, Tang Yaoyao lowered her head and followed her as if she had made a mistake.

She originally came to Tangning today to settle yesterday's debt.

Now, he has no mood to settle accounts at all. If he wants to settle accounts, it will be between him and himself.

Zhong Yi looked back at her and comforted: "He can already remember the poems he made before. Don't be anxious, just take it step by step..."

Tang Yaoyao sighed and said, "I'm sorry for him too much..."

Tangning lay on the bed, knowing that Zhong Yi must have misunderstood.

The problem is that he still can't explain this misunderstanding, so he can only use the previous method to get through it.

Amnesia is really a good excuse, and it never works. He is grateful to Tang Yaoyao for that hydrangea. She changed his destiny. He owes Tang Yaoyao a lot.

After a small setback, Tangning's life returned to calm.

The illnesses of the villagers in Guojia Village have been controlled by Divine Doctor Sun, and no deaths have occurred, and they have gradually subsided.

Zhong Mingli made the fake god's story public, and was unanimously praised by the people of Yong'an County. When Tang Ning went out these days, many people praised him for his sharp eyesight...

He didn't care about it. It was better to do less than to do more. He went out for a walk every day, replayed his memories when he was bored, and watched two movies to relieve his boredom. Since Tang Yaoyao stopped bothering him, he could only watch movies to relieve his boredom.

After paying attention several times, Tangning finally discovered something.

After eating, he doesn't feel hungry easily, whether he's reading a book or taking a walk.

But if you choose to replay the memory and watch a two-hour movie, you will basically start to feel hungry by the time you finish watching it.

In other words, when he flips through his memories, he consumes a lot of energy.

This will lead to a very embarrassing thing.

In this era, there are no entertainment projects. People work at sunrise and rest at sunset. When the sky gets dark, it is time to rest.

But in Tang Ning's previous life, it was normal for him to stay up until after twelve o'clock, so he went to sleep a few hours earlier. He tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep no matter what, and could only relieve his boredom by replaying memories.

And this consumes a lot of energy.

So he gets hungry at night.

After he was caught sneaking into the kitchen in the middle of the night and was caught three times by Zhong Yi, every night at a fixed time, she would bring some food to his room.

Sometimes it's a bowl of sweet porridge, sometimes it's a few side dishes.

Tang Ning felt a little embarrassed for always troubling her, so he chose to help Zhong Yi light the fire while she was cooking.

Zhong Yi doesn't go to bed early on weekdays. She usually reads in the study and doesn't leave until very late.

Of course, since the past few days, she had left the study half an hour earlier, and Tang Ning would consciously wait for her in the kitchen.

What Zhong Yi is cooking today is stir-fried cabbage.

Tang Ning added a handful of firewood to the stove and said casually: "Although cabbage is ordinary, if it is carefully prepared, it can reach the top of the cuisine. There is a dish called boiled cabbage, which is made from the heart of Chinese cabbage and seasoned with stock. After it is finished, "

In the past few days, they lighted the fire and cooked the vegetables alone, and chatted a few words in between. The distance between him and Zhong Yi had become much closer. The initial gap had disappeared without a trace at some point. No trace.

From being restrained at the beginning, to now, the topics between them have become more casual. One moment they were judging poetry, and the next they were talking about cooking. Of course, Tang Ning could only talk on paper, but Zhong Yi seemed to be interested in it. I am very interested in the later dishes he mentioned and have tried several of them, giving Tangning a feast every night.

Tangning would "accidentally" think of something every day and share it with her. He could tell that Zhongyi was very happy, and he could also tell that Tang Yaoyao was even happier.

Zhong Yi thought for a moment and continued his words: "If so, this boiled cabbage soup may seem bland and plain, but it shows the skill of making soup, fresh and tender, better than any other dishes."

Tang Ning nodded and said: "Of course."

Although boiled cabbage tastes light, it is a high-end dish in Sichuan cuisine. It is so high-end that it is also a fine dish at state banquets. It is far from as simple as its name sounds.

Zhong Yi looked at him and suddenly said: "What kind of person were you before? Why are you so proficient in cooking besides medicine?"

Tang Ning smiled and said: "I can only talk about it. I am far worse than you."

Zhong Yi shook his head and said: "Don't tell Yaoyao about this, otherwise she will blame herself again."

Zhong Yi promised to prepare early tomorrow and try to make a boiled cabbage. Tang Ning was looking forward to it.

Zhong Yi would sometimes accompany him when eating in the evening.

Of course, she only moved her chopsticks slightly, and most of the food went into his stomach.

It's not good to always eat supper, but Tang Ning is different. He consumes a lot and doesn't worry about getting fat. Instead, he needs to supplement nutrition.

When eating, they will chat about anything.

Tang Ning just talked to her about the four ways to cook boiled cabbage. After drinking a bowl of porridge, he talked about the representative poets of the bold and graceful schools...

"Su Shi, Xin Qiji and others..., their poems have a broader vision, magnificent and bold atmosphere, like to use the techniques and sentences of poetry to write poems, with extensive words, many things, and not sticking to the rhythm..., which is bold."

"Liu Yong, Yan Shu, Qin Guan, Zhou Bangyan, Li Qingzhao, etc., their poems are deep and meticulous in structure, pay attention to the harmony of rhythm, and the language is mellow, fresh and beautiful, with a kind of gentle beauty..., which is considered graceful."

Tang Ning was not surprised to see Zhong Yi's face showing surprise and doubt.

Although the bold and graceful schools are the two major schools of Song poetry, the terms "bold" and "graceful" were only vague concepts in the Song Dynasty and did not appear until the Ming Dynasty. It is normal that Zhong Yi has never heard of them.

Zhong Yi thought for a long time before nodding and saying, "Graceful people want their words to be emotional, and bold people want their words to be grand. Looking at the poetry world, it seems to be true. If your remarks just now are spread out, I am afraid it will cause a wave."

Tang Ning looked at her and said, "I was just talking casually, don't take it seriously."

Zhong Yi smiled and said, "I know you have always been low-key. Don't worry, these words are known to heaven and earth, you and me, and I won't tell a third person."

Tang Ning naturally knew that Zhong Yi would not talk nonsense everywhere, and that was why he didn't have to worry about anything when chatting with her.

After getting to know her for a long time, he found that they had a lot in common. Chatting with her every night was one of his few pleasures.

After all, apart from Zhongyi and Tang Yaoyao, and Qing'er who just wanted to listen to stories, he had no one else to talk to.

Zhongyi stood up and said, "It's getting late, I'll go back to my room first."

Tangning nodded, also stood up, and said, "I'll take you there."

The two of them had been like this for the past few nights, and Zhongyi didn't refuse. Tangning took her to the door of the room. Zhongyi seemed to remember something and suddenly asked, "You just said that the graceful school is represented by Li Qingzhao and others. Who is Li Qingzhao? Is she also a poet in the Song Dynasty? Why haven't I heard of her?"

Tangning was stunned, looked at her, and said in surprise, "Li Qingzhao, did I say that just now?"

"Yes." Zhongyi looked at him and said with great certainty.

"You must have heard it wrong..." Tangning looked at her and said.

"It's true." Zhongyi confirmed.

"It's true." Tangning nodded and said, "Haven't you heard of it?"

Playing dumb is not a long-term solution. This time he decided to change his routine. He didn't believe that Zhongyi couldn't find it in the book, and could Baidu or Google it?

"No..." Zhong Yi shook her head.

"No, forget it." Tang Ning smiled and said, "It's getting late, go to bed early."

He turned and left.

Zhong Yi watched his back disappear into the darkness. After an unknown amount of time, she closed the door, washed up, turned off the lights and went to bed.

She lay on the bed, wondering if there was a person named "Li Qingzhao". She would check again tomorrow.

Then she closed her eyes, with a faint expectation in her heart, looking forward to tomorrow night...

On the other side of the courtyard, the window of a room was quietly closed.

Chen Yuxian walked to Zhong Mingli, who was reading at his desk, with a smile on his face, and said, "Yaoyao, this time, maybe you did a great thing..."