I cast eternal life with the seeds of Tao

"You are all rubbish!"

Zhao Heng's words were like a thunderous explosion, causing everyone in Jinfeng Tower to fall into a daze, thinking that they had heard wrongly.

The next moment, everyone was in an uproar, and the noise was like a stormy sea.

"Shuzi is arrogant!"

"What an arrogant maniac, how dare you speak disrespectfully here."

"Everyone rush up and beat him!"

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The crowd was so angry that many literati and poets couldn't help but roll up their sleeves and prepare for a big fight.

He beat this arrogant guy who looked down on everyone to the point where his own mother didn't even recognize him.

Shen San and several imperial doctors who were sitting at the same table with Zhao Heng were so frightened that their faces turned pale. They thought that the imperial doctor Zhao must be crazy. They might not be able to leave the Jinfeng Tower today.

"Everyone, wait!"

At this time, Tang Lun, the poet on the fourth floor, spoke up.

Only then did everyone calm down their anger a little.

Tang Lun was seen looking down at Zhao Heng with a disdainful smile.

"You must have heard my name, right?"

Zhao Heng nodded, "I have heard for a long time that the four great talents are famous in the imperial capital. Your Excellency is one of the four great poets, the romantic and talented Tang Lun!"

Hearing Zhao Heng's name for himself, especially the phrase "romantic talented man".

Tang Lun's eyes lit up, and the smile on his face became thicker. This guy was quite knowledgeable and praised himself very highly.

He asked again: "I haven't asked for advice yet. Your Excellency, your surname is Gao. Who did you study under?"

Zhao Heng raised his head and said, "I'm the imperial doctor at Xia Tai Hospital, Zhao Wuji!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone had different expressions.

"The Royal Physician of the Imperial Hospital?"

They subconsciously felt that Zhao Heng was lying.

Who among the doctors who can become an imperial physician is not an old man with gray hair and beard who has worked hard for decades? How can there be such a young imperial physician?

Although Zhao Heng became the imperial doctor and was appointed by the empress, it caused a disturbance in the imperial hospital and not many people outside the world knew about it.

However, there are not only students from the Imperial College on the fourth floor, but also many young men from high-ranking officials and noble families.

One of them pointed to several old men in casual clothes sitting next to Zhao Heng.

"Hey... isn't that Dr. Zhang?"

"That's Royal Physician Huang. He came to my house last time to treat my father. Why does he come here to have sex at such an old age?"

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Within a moment, everyone recognized several old imperial doctors, and they were so frightened that they quickly let go of the half-undressed lady in their arms and covered their faces with their sleeves, feeling ashamed to see others.

Seeing that Zhao Heng was actually traveling with these imperial doctors, and the other party did not come out to deny it, it was obvious that he was not lying, and he was really an imperial doctor.

But this doesn't make everyone feel better.

Tang Lun also narrowed his eyes slightly and sneered: "This is the first time that Tang has seen such a young imperial doctor as Master Zhao. I guess Imperial Doctor Zhao must have superb medical skills.

However, there is a so-called specialization in medicine. No matter how good Dr. Zhao’s medical skills are, can you still treat people with poems and articles? "

As soon as this statement came out, everyone couldn't help but chuckle.

Tang Lun is obviously satirizing Zhao Heng, who only knows medical skills but not poetry, and is making a fool of himself here.

Zhao Heng also sneered knowingly, but retorted.

"Mr. Tang, what you said is wrong. I am an old Chinese medicine doctor who specializes in treating bragging. I can prescribe the right medicine for Mr. Tang."

"you……!"

Hearing Zhao Heng's sarcasm, Tang Lun's eyes flashed with anger, but then he shook his folding fan and returned to his cool and calm posture.

"Haha...Okay, Doctor Zhao seems to be very confident in himself.

Just now you said that my poem "Spring Snow" was nothing. I think Imperial Doctor Zhao has more amazing and beautiful poems, and I am willing to listen to them. "

Hearing this, Zhao Heng waved his hands quickly.

"Oh... my literary talent is mediocre, I'm really embarrassed to show my shame."

Hearing this, Tang Lun snorted softly.

"Hmph... Imperial Physician Zhao, don't think that just because you are a sixth-grade official in the imperial capital, you can be arrogant and tease us.

Just now you spoke rudely and looked down upon all the students here, as well as all the rich and powerful people in the capital. Now you are embarrassed and want to expose us. Do you really think we are so weak and can be bullied? "

It has to be said that Tang Lun is quite capable of inciting, and he can reveal Zhao Heng's old scores with just one sentence.

The guests in the hall who had their attention diverted immediately reacted and shared the same hatred.

"Yes, don't try to get away with it, write a poem quickly!"

"Yeah, weren't you very arrogant just now, calling us all rubbish? You can do it, come on!"

At this time, on the fourth floor, some young men from high-ranking officials also showed their true nature as playboys and directly sent people to block the exit of Jinfeng Tower.

"Zhao, hurry up and compose a poem. If your poems are not better than Mr. Tang's, I will knock out all your teeth and you and your companions will not be able to leave!"

"Yes, write poetry quickly!"

The crowd was surging like a pack of wolves, and Shen San and several old imperial doctors were so frightened that they almost lost control of their urine.

Seeing that everyone was incited by him, Tang Lun was secretly proud and looked at Zhao Heng more calmly.

"Doctor Zhao, please write a poem, otherwise, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave the Jinfeng Tower."

Even Miss Dongxue, who almost lost focus because of Zhao Heng's appearance on the stage, looked at Zhao Heng with cold eyes.

"Mr. Zhao, please don't cherish your words like gold, so that Xueer can also open her eyes."

Even Shen San on the side looked sad and whispered: "Sir, just compose a poem. Maybe they can beat him more lightly later."

Faced with such a situation, a smile suddenly appeared on Zhao Heng's expressionless face.

The atmosphere has been heightened, and it's time for a reversal.

"Ahem...!"

He coughed lightly and glanced at the angry crowd, but he smiled and clasped his fists.

"Haha... Since everyone is so kind and it's hard to refuse, I'll feel free to compose a few songs."

The crowd became slightly quieter.

Tang Lun still sneered and said nothing, he was confident. He didn't believe that an imperial doctor could surpass him in poetry.

The "Spring Snow" just now was already a top quality song. Even a great scholar from the Imperial Academy might not be able to beat him.

Others in the hall had already begun to roll up their sleeves and swing their arms to warm up.

After Zhao Heng finished writing the poem, he rushed forward and started fighting.

The hall became silent for a while.

Under the gaze of everyone, Zhao Heng frowned in thought, and then looked up at the sky at the same 45-degree angle.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

After a dozen breaths passed, everyone was about to lose their patience and became irritable again.

Zhao Heng finally spoke slowly: "New fermented wine from green ants, small red clay stove."

Just ten words came out from Zhao Heng's mouth, as if they were chanting softly in everyone's ears.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and a picture appeared in their minds.

In early winter, a small stove made of red mud is used to warm the newly brewed rice wine.

The newly brewed wine is unfiltered and has a layer of green bubbles as fine as ants, exuding an intoxicating aroma.

"Mmm...it smells so good!"

Some people couldn't help sniffing the wine in the glass and developed synaesthesia.

Even Tang Lun, who was on the fourth floor, was slightly startled when he heard this poem, and he had a picture in his mind.

These short ten words actually create a warm picture and artistic conception.

"Master!"

These two words suddenly appeared in his mind.

At this time, even the pretty face with a frosty face, thinking that Zhao Heng was the Dongxue Oiran who was here to cause trouble, couldn't help but move slightly, and felt his mouth watering, wanting to taste the warm wine in early winter.

For a moment, the entire audience was silent, as if they were caught in an illusion, and were looking forward to Zhao Heng's next poem.

Zhao Heng glanced at everyone and chuckled secretly in his heart.

The peerless poems from the previous life, coupled with the secret blessing of my divine consciousness, really had an excellent effect.

He then intoned the next line.

"It's snowing tonight, can you have a drink?"

As soon as this sentence came out, the already very quiet hall fell into silence, and you could hear a pin drop.

"New fermented wine from green ants, small red clay stove.

It's snowing tonight, can I have a drink? "

This poem of just twenty words, with three images of "new wine, stove and dusk snow", makes everyone immersive and fascinating!

There is an impulse to warm up the wine on a snowy night, invite a close friend, or talk about everything, or enjoy the wine, or love each other...

Different people have different illusions.

But without exception, they are all so warm and desirable.

At this time, even the cold winter snow girl could not help but come to mind.

In the warm room on a snowy night, I personally warmed the wine and accompanied a young, romantic and talented young man.

The young master's face was Tang Lun's handsome face at first.

Suddenly, it turned into Zhao Heng's face, which was more angular and masculine.

For a moment, Miss Dongxue's pretty face became hot, and her eyes couldn't help but look at Zhao Heng on the balcony.

"What a poem!"

Finally, in the hall, a young scribe stood up from his desk and praised loudly.

His voice also woke everyone up.

An old Confucian scholar also sighed: "It is indeed a good poem. Although this poem is short, it is unique in terms of artistic conception and scenery. This poem can be said to be a masterpiece that is rarely seen in a century!"

"This poem is truly superb!"

"It is indeed the best poem. There has not been such a poem in the imperial capital for more than ten years!"

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The crowd was shocked again, but it was not a crusade against Zhao Heng, it was all exclamation and praise.

Beside the fence on the fourth floor, the elegant Mr. Tang was holding a folding fan. The confident smile on his face had long since solidified.

His expression was dull and his eyes were full of disbelief.

As soon as Zhao Heng's poem came out, he knew that he had failed!

His poems can at best be considered to be in the upper reaches of fine poems, but the other party's poem is considered to be the best.

In terms of lyricism, description of scenery, and artistic conception... he suppressed himself in all aspects.

At this moment, Mr. Tang finally panicked.

He quickly looked at the pretty figure in the center of the stage, wanting to flirt with Dongxue Huakui.

But he found that the oiran's beautiful eyes had moved away from him and looked at the young imperial doctor, with a deep look of amazement in her eyes.

Oops, Miss Dongxue has "changed her fan" of her!

At this time, in the hall, the tide of public opinion reversed instantly.

Although Zhao Heng had made some rude remarks before, his poem was indeed very well written.

Even if everyone is biased, they cannot be unconscionable and say that Zhao Heng's poems are not as good as Tang Lun's.

For a moment, Tang Lun's heart sank, and he felt as if the building was about to collapse.

Could it be that Miss Dongxue's first night is going to be handed over to this bastard, and the duck in hand is about to fly!

He is not willing to give in!

Just when everything was about to settle, Miss Dongxue seemed to have made her choice.

A look of determination flashed across Tang Lun's eyes, and he suddenly sneered.

"Haha...Yi Zhao, you really recited a good poem!

It's a pity that this poem is not your work, right? "