I cast eternal life with the seeds of Tao

In just a few days, the name of Zhao Wuji, the imperial doctor of the Taiyuan Hospital, has spread throughout the imperial capital.

Even with his amazing poems, it began to spread to the entire Yunfeng Dynasty.

Zhao Heng also became a famous figure in Tai Hospital. His colleagues in Tai Hospital were envious and jealous of him.

However, Zhao Heng was calm and went to the palace for duty every day.

I went to the harem the next day to treat the Queen's head ailments and monitor the situation in the harem.

Other than that, just go home and sleep, not your own mansion, of course.

Now in the imperial capital, Zhao Heng has four homes in addition to his own house.

Jinfeng Pavilion, Cuiyin Pavilion, Hongyan Pavilion, Shuiyunjian.

The four courtesans, Spring Dew, Summer Lotus, Autumn Moon and Winter Snow, look forward to Mr. Zhao's arrival every day.

Zhao Heng's literary talent and martial arts were unparalleled, as well as his silky indulgence that night.

The four oirans became deeply attached to Zhao Heng, and they regarded it as a treasure and couldn't put it down!

Now that the four oirans have gone back to the building, Zhao Heng can no longer sleep with them and can only take turns to meet them.

And Mr. Zhao doesn’t have to pay the bill, he can have sex for free!

Speaking of which, it's not entirely free of charge.

The Golden Autumn Night Banquet is the fourth building, a way to build their own reputation, and they are not short of money at all.

And the appearance of Zhao Heng, especially his peerless poems, is blessed by eternal absolute and unparalleled archery skills.

The reputation of the Fourth Building skyrocketed. Not only did it secure its position as one of the four major brothels in the imperial capital, it even became famous throughout the dynasty.

And the four courtesans benefited a lot from this.

They were originally geishas, ​​and they could choose whether to accept guests, mainly relying on their talents, or they could come forward to have tea and drink with guests and earn rewards.

Since the Golden Autumn Night Banquet, the four girls have also become famous all over the world because of Zhao Heng's masterpiece.

Her popularity immediately went up a notch, from being a first-class courtesan to being promoted to the top, her worth skyrocketed.

Every day, inside and outside the imperial capital, there are countless literati, rich men and wealthy guests who spend a lot of money to have a beautiful appearance.

I just want to see how stunning the beauty is who can make Imperial Doctor Zhao show off her amazing talent.

Nowadays, they can earn a lot of money every time they perform, and their voice in the building is also higher. No one dares to embarrass them.

The four girls have no interest in the pursuit of those princes, grandsons and nobles. They only think about Zhao Lang coming to have private meetings every day.

And Zhao Heng didn't mind, staying in a brothel day and night, even though he couldn't really do anything.

But you can also experience the gentle and considerate service of the four oirans, rubbing shoulders and backs, bathing and changing clothes... it is a kind of enjoyment.

What Zhao Heng repaid them with was the "intracranial GC" brought about by the spirit-taking technique again and again, which made the four oirans fly to the sky and become obsessed with them.

Of course, Zhao Heng will also obtain some information at the same time.

For example, among the guests they come into contact with on a daily basis, are there any suspicious people, suspicious things, etc...

More than half a month passed like this.

Zhao Heng's life remained unchanged, but he became slightly anxious.

There is no other reason. Now his fame is unparalleled in the imperial capital.

It stands to reason that the nobles in the palace should have already heard of him.

But except for the Queen's daily summons, no one in the palace really summoned him.

On the contrary, in the imperial capital, some princes, nobles and wealthy families came to the Imperial Hospital to seek medicine.

What he was looking for was not a serious medicine, it was the unique secret recipe of Zhao Hengzhi Jinfeng Pavilion and the four ladies of Ye Yu.

Among them, there were even people sent from the East Palace to ask for medicine. It should be the Crown Prince who was addicted to wine and sex and needed it.

Such a reaction made Zhao Heng extremely depressed. The focus of these people seemed to have gone astray.

Facts have proved that the empresses, princes, and princesses in the palace who claim to be pure and elegant and like to dance and write are probably all arty people.

Reciting poems and writing poems is just a way to package yourself.

They were only curious about Zhao Heng, a great talent who was famous in the imperial dynasty, and did not pay much attention to him.

Zhao Heng was speechless, but he had no choice but to think of another way.

On this day, Zhao Heng went to Fengqi Palace to treat Queen Mu's head ailment as usual.

He first asked Queen Mu if anything abnormal happened in the harem, and then used his spiritual consciousness to check the other party's body and the environment inside and outside Fengqi Palace.

After everything was fine, Zhao Heng followed a young eunuch out of the palace.

Unexpectedly, before the two of them left the harem, they were stopped by a palace maid in green.

The maid looked at Zhao Heng.

"May I ask, is this Zhao Wuji, Imperial Physician Zhao from the Imperial Hospital?"

Zhao Heng nodded in surprise.

"That's right!"

The palace maid's eyes brightened slightly, she looked Zhao Heng up and down, then bowed and saluted.

"Master Zhao, I am the maid of Her Royal Highness the Princess. Her Royal Highness heard that Dr. Zhao has an ancestral secret recipe for treating head diseases.

His Highness has also had some headache symptoms recently, so he specially asked his servant to ask Dr. Zhao for a consultation. "

When Zhao Heng heard this, his eyes lit up.

"Princess!"

Previously, Zhao Heng had learned a lot of information about the palace from his colleagues at Tai Hospital.

Among them, everyone spoke highly of "Princess Yu Qing".

I heard that the eldest princess was very talented and her poems and essays were all of the highest quality. Even many great scholars in the Imperial Academy admired her.

If anyone else in the palace is interested in literature, they are just arty.

Then this eldest princess who is a female academic master must like this from the bottom of her heart.

The other party summoned me by chance.

Obviously, the diagnosis of headache was fake, but the admiration of his literary talent and the exchange of learning were real!

Zhao Heng couldn't help but feel excited, finally got his first business.

This time, no matter what, he must win over the princess and establish a deep friendship with her.

In this way, he can open up his own "second base" in the harem and strengthen his control over the harem.

After thinking this through, Zhao Heng nodded without hesitation.

"Since the princess is ill, I will go to treat her."

So, led by the palace maid, Zhao Heng went straight to the "Changchun Palace" west of the harem.

Changchun Palace was originally the residence of the Imperial Noble Consort, but the Imperial Noble Consort had died of illness ten years ago.

It is rumored that Emperor Haoyuan and the Imperial Noble Consort had a very deep relationship, even more than the Queen.

It was also after the death of the Imperial Noble Consort that Emperor Haoyuan became disheartened and began to indulge in the way of alchemy, but in order to commemorate the Imperial Noble Consort, Changchun Palace was permanently preserved.

Emperor Haoyuan also named the young Princess Yuqing as the eldest princess and allowed her to live in Changchun Palace.

When Zhao Heng came to Changchun Palace, he looked at the environment of the palace.

It was quiet and unique, luxurious but elegant, grand but not too old-fashioned, with potted flowers and plants, calligraphy and paintings in the corridors, all of which were ingenious.

At first glance, it was clear that the owner of this place was a man of wisdom and beauty, well-read in poetry and books.

Zhao Heng followed the maid and came to the inner hall of Changchun Palace.

Zhao Heng waited outside the corridor and entered the hall after receiving the message.

As soon as he stepped into the hall, Zhao Heng's eyes fell on the seat by the window on one side of the hall.

At this time, a woman wearing a silver-colored brocade skirt with elegant lines and graceful curves was holding a book in her hand, sitting there, studying hard.

The woman was about twenty years old, just the age when a woman gradually faded from youth and matured. She had the innocence and haziness of a girl, as well as a hint of intellectuality and tenderness, and was in her prime.

Her skin was like porcelain under the moonlight, smooth and delicate, with a faint rose color. Her eyes were like crystal lake water, clear and bright, sparkling with the light of wisdom.

At this moment, the woman seemed to be reading the wonderful part of the book, with her lips as red as cherries and the corners of her lips slightly upturned.

A touch of warm winter sun just happened to come in from the window and sprinkled on her beautiful face.

The wonderful style at that moment was like a beautiful sketch.

Zhao Heng couldn't help but recall that he was still in college in his previous life.

Passing by the French window of the library, he saw the sun shining on the campus goddess wearing headphones, with a beautiful appearance, immersed in the sea of ​​books, and showing a moving smile.

Of course, the woman in front of him was more beautiful and more elegant than the goddess in his previous life.

Not only was she bookish, but she also had an innate noble temperament.

As if she had noticed Zhao Heng's gaze, the girl put down the book, moved her eyes, and swept towards Zhao Heng.

She looked Zhao Heng up and down, then stood up, put the book behind her back, and smiled.

"Your Excellency...are you Mr. Zhao?"

She stood up and put her hands behind her back, which made her dress stretch and fit her body, revealing the proud curves that had been hidden just now.

Zhao Heng's eyes moved, and he sighed in his heart: "It turns out that the princess is not only a top student!"

He bowed and saluted, "Your subordinate Zhao Wuji, I greet the princess. I heard that the princess had a headache. I wonder what the symptoms are?"

The princess shook her head, "With Mr. Zhao's intelligence, you should know that this is not the reason why I summoned you."

Zhao Heng asked knowingly: "Your subordinate is dull and does not understand what the princess means."

The princess said calmly: "Recently, it has been rumored in the imperial capital that the Imperial Hospital has produced a great talent with unparalleled talent. He has written a superb poem and two handed-down poems about snow. That talent must be you, Lord Zhao, right?"

Zhao Heng was secretly proud in his heart, but he said calmly: "Princess, you are too kind. These three poems are written by your subordinate. My humble work is not worthy of your attention. I am sorry to make the princess laugh."

Hearing this, the princess chuckled.

"If these three poems are all unbearable works, wouldn't there be no poems worth reading in the thousand-year poetry world of our Yunfeng Dynasty?

Wouldn't the poems I wrote before be even worse? Mr. Zhao, you must know that being too modest is arrogance."

Hearing this, Zhao Heng hurriedly denied: "Princess, please forgive me, I made a mistake."

But the princess obviously didn't care and ordered someone to serve Zhao Heng tea.

She sat on the main seat in the hall, naturally exuding the noble temperament of a princess.

"Lord Zhao, I have memorized your three poems by heart, do you know which one I like best?"

Zhao Heng thought for a moment and said: "It should be "Snow Records", green ants and new wine, red clay stove. It's going to snow in the evening, can you drink a cup?"

Zhao Heng guessed that the "leisurely and warm" temperament of this poem was more in line with a noble royal princess.

However, the princess shook her head slightly.

"No, what I like is the third poem of Mr. Zhao, "Song of the Frontier".

Among them, 'Fighting with golden drums at dawn, sleeping with jade saddle at night. I wish to take the sword at my waist and kill Lou Lan.' I like these two lines especially.

Zhao Heng was surprised when he heard this. This poem was written by the immortal poet in his previous life.

The last two lines are even more murderous and related to fighting on the battlefield. It's not like a young princess would like it.

Before Zhao Heng thought about it, the eldest princess suddenly asked.

"Mr. Zhao, since you can write such a poem, and I heard that Mr. Zhao is unparalleled in archery, you must be a versatile person with both literary and military strategies.

In that case, I wonder if Mr. Zhao has done any research on the art of war?"