Chapter 753

Xinbao was stunned, her grape eyes widened.

She stood there looking across the river from the boy, at a loss for a while.

Then she murmured: "Xinbao is not sad anymore, nor is she angry with others just because the bad guys are bad. As for the hanging pot, Xinbao..."

She glanced at Emperor Ming Pei, and Emperor Ming Pei nodded to her, meaning that it's all right, whether she wants to recover or not, everything is fine.

Xinbao thought for a while, and then said: "Or else it's like this, the hospital can send patients over in the future, and those who can't be cured by the hospital will be sent to Xuanhu, and Xinbao will treat them..."

Before she could figure out how to do it, she glanced at her wife.

Yuan Shenjue took two steps, and said in a clear voice: "Since His Highness agrees, in these two days, a notice will be posted on the hanging pot, telling how to receive treatment in the future."

The man was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly.

All the drug dealers also saluted together.

Yuan Shenjue bowed his hands together, and Xinbao and his party left.

In fact, it is simple to operate according to the idea of ​​Xinbao. The process is almost the same. If any medical clinic encounters a patient who cannot be cured, it will write a pulse case in the name of the medical clinic, "recommend" the patient to the hanging pot, and then hang the pot The department puts the imperial physician on duty every day. If the imperial physician can't cure her, she will report the situation to the palace, and Xinbao will come out to rescue her when she is free.

Then at the hanging pot, write out the pulse case and prescription, etc., and let everyone copy and learn.

The advantage of this is that it is more rigorous than before, saves manpower, and is less likely to be missed, and there should not be too many. After all, medical clinics also need to be famous. If they can't cure everyone, they will open some medical clinics.

The downside is that the time is irregular and you may have to leave the palace at any time.

Hearing what he said, Xinbao suddenly stretched out her hand, grabbed Emperor Ming Pei's hand, and whispered: "Yeah, actually Xinbao...is not benevolent."

Emperor Ming Pei bent down and hugged his granddaughter, face to face, he said warmly: "Xinbao, you have to understand that just because a person has selfishness, it doesn't mean that she doesn't have a 'benevolent heart and benevolence', Xinbao loves her more." It is inevitable that family members should be more concerned about family members, but this does not conflict with whether Xinbao loves the world or not, whether he is "benevolent with heart and benevolent."

"Xinbao, you once said that Yeye is wise and powerful, and has eyes to recognize people. Then, it's not because I am Xinbao's Yeye. I only said Xinbao. I think Xinbao is worthy of the love of the people because of his benevolence and benevolence."

Xinbao looked at Yeye quietly with her black grape eyes, and Emperor Ming Pei solemnly nodded to her.

Tuanzi opened his arms, put his arms around Yeye, buried his little face in his arms, and said in a muffled voice, "But Xinbao is lazy."

Emperor Ming Pei said: "No, Xinbao is busy with the imperial medicine workshop, Xinbao is not lazy."

His voice is very gentle, at this time he is not a high-ranking emperor, nor is he just a Yeye who loves his granddaughter.

Li Songqing followed quietly.

Little children, feeling the hot and sincere love of the people, the first reaction is to feel ashamed, feeling that they are not good enough, not worthy, this is really rare.

This little princess always makes people feel warm.

After returning to Qianqing Palace, Xinbao practiced calligraphy, and Yuan Shenjue wrote notices there.

Li Songqing also asked for a pen and paper, and wrote leisurely. Hao Uneducated Misfit Huashi sighed and went out to play.

Li Songqing wrote very quickly, and the pen moved like flying. He finished writing in about a quarter of an hour, and then sat down to drink tea.

After drinking some tea, I remembered my responsibilities again, so I wandered over to watch Xinbao practice calligraphy.

Although Xinbao had Wei Guogong's copybook in front of her, she still wrote in Pangtouyu's characters. It was obvious that when she was writing, she was just looking at the "characters" and then wrote by herself, without paying attention to the "style" at all.

Li Songqing didn't bother, and watched quietly until she finished writing, then asked: "Since Your Highness doesn't like this font, why do you want to submit this copybook?"

Xinbao was stunned for a moment, and looked at the copybook in front of him: "Xinbao doesn't dislike it, but Xinbao doesn't know why it's written like this..."

She glanced at him, and said weakly: "Xinbao should have his own style, right?"

"Yes." Li Songqing was very calm, then he took Xinbao's pen, and wrote down what she wrote.

It was already time for Xinbao to practice calligraphy, and everyone couldn't wait to leave, but when he wrote this, Xinbao couldn't help but let out a gasp.

He wrote it in her style, the font is round and soft, and he is also a fat fish...

But I don't know why, but it looks very good-looking. If Xinbao wrote about a fat-headed fish that can't swim, at least he wrote about a fat-headed fish that can dance.

Xinbao stared blankly, watching Li Songqing write the remaining half of the paper in a very leisurely manner.

At this moment, the uneducated dumpling, the dumpling that has seen many talented people, felt the charm of talented people for the first time inexplicably! !

She held his hand: "Master Li, why do you write so beautifully, Xinbao wants to learn."

"Want to learn?" Li Songqing smiled and said, "Then you are so good at watching."

He changed another piece of paper, tucked up his sleeves, hung his wrists to do the book, moved very slowly, and said, "Look at the tip of the pen."

Xinbao just stared at it intently, the brush was in his hand, he felt as if he could do whatever he wanted, every stroke of the brush, every turn of the brush, the traces left seemed to be just right, nice and tight.

Li Songqing is not good at teaching people, but he can copy his own successful experience.

Let Xinbao feel the "beauty" of the font first, and then let her consciously try to do it.

Yuan Shenjue had already finished writing the notice, went out and confessed to his subordinates, and when he came in, he saw the two of them like this.

He was about to go around to have a look, when he suddenly caught sight of the article written by Li Songqing on the table.

Yuan Chen couldn't help but stopped, picked up the article and read it.

Li Songqing's article is about what he saw and heard when he just went to Yuyaofang.

But his articles are special.

It seems to be an understatement, and there is no such surging emotion at all, but after reading it carefully, it feels full of flavor and never gets tired of reading.

He is not condescending, but walks around the world, looks at everyone at the same level, and when I encounter good things, I will stay for a while and look more. If there are bad things, I will just watch them coldly and will not interfere.

But no matter whether it is good or bad, he didn't add a word of praise or criticism, he didn't add a word of like and dislike, just like the world you pass by every day, he suddenly said "Look" quietly, and when you look around in the blink of an eye, it's all landscape.

Yuan Shenjue had never read such an article.

He studied under Yuan Xiang.

Yuan Xiang is a man with scheming and strategy, but he also has ambitions and a great Confucianism with the world in mind. His articles are also very thick, and he cares about the country and the people. Even the wine poems and essays at the beginning were righteous in wine .

In fact, neither Liang Ruoxu nor Cheng Fuju was exactly like him, but Brother Dayuan, who was young and had a temperament quite like Naifu.

And he...

Whether Yuan Shenjue wants to admit it or not, he really doesn't have the benevolent love for the people of his country, nor the surging emotions of the worldly talents. He can write articles that satisfy the examiner in the examination room, but He didn't feel happy.

Writing articles is just a tool for him. He has mastered this tool proficiently, but he doesn't like it.

But Li Songqing's article made him vaguely find something.

He was in a daze.