Chapter 223 Finally found the person who brought poetry in the restaurant

Han also left, and Wang Ping'an began to treat the people behind again, while the people in line were still talking and laughing at what had just happened, especially when they were using red beans to treat lovesickness, and they discussed in depth the issue of why it was red beans, not mung beans.

At this time, Han didn't dare to waste time at all. He left the Inspiration Temple, jumped onto the horse, rushed back all the way, ran back to the Ma Mansion, and asked the gatehouse, only to find out that Ma Qianli had already gone to the yamen. He hesitated at the door, feeling that if he told Mrs. Ma about this, he might not be able to solve any problem. So he got on the horse again and rushed to the yamen of the Ministry of Rites.

After a while, Han rushed to the Ministry of Rites, but after another inquiry, he learned that his master was not in the Ministry of Rites. After the morning, he went to Chengtian Gate with the brigade. This time, officials were promoted in all departments and today they were going to see the emperor. Thanks to Tianxiang, Ma Qianli was naturally among them, so he was not in the Ministry of Rites.

Han was so anxious that he was sweating. It was a coincidence that Chengtian Gate was not a place that ordinary people could go to, it was the main gate of the palace! But what the master specifically told him that he, as a servant, must do it!

To go to Chengtian Gate, he didn't have the courage to run on Chengtian Street, so he had to get off his horse and walk and rushed towards Chengtian Gate. After walking for a long time, he arrived at Chengtian Gate.

Chengtian Gate is the main gate of the palace, and the waiting place for ministers to come to court. Today, there are many people waiting for reception in front of Chengtian Gate, including about 200 people, including literature and military, old and young.

Han Ye gritted his teeth and approached the small square in front of the door. He knew the rules and did not run over to find someone directly. Instead, he first found a soldier on duty and asked with a smile: "This brother, I am the family of Ma Qianli, a doctor from the Ministry of Rites. If you have urgent matters, you can call him for me?"

The soldier glanced at him and didn't say anything, but shook his head. He was on duty and could not leave his post without permission. He was also called for someone to serve Han in the past.

Han Ye asked again: "Then can I go over and say something to my master?"

The soldier still did not answer, and an officer came over and asked, "What's going on? Who are you? What are you talking about here? Don't you know this is a forbidden place?"

Han Ye hurriedly repeated what he said to the soldier. The officer said, "So you are Lord Ma's family. Since there is an urgent matter at home, I will take you to see him. He has been promoted a lot this time, but he is standing in the first row!"

The officer smiled and waved at Han Ye, and Han Ye hurriedly followed. While taking him to the palace gate, the officer whispered: "If it were someone else, I would definitely not bring him here. This is a taboo thing. Don't you think about it. Is the matter in the palace important or the matter in the family important?"

Han also accompanied Xiaojing and said, "Of course, things in the palace are important. No matter how big the things in the world are, they are more than the sky!"

The officer smiled and said, "Yes, you are right. The emperor is God, and his affairs are of course the most important thing. I will talk about it today, so you must remember to thank me!"

Han Ye hurriedly reached into his arms and wanted to take out the money. But the officer slapped his hand, signaled no, and lowered his voice: "I'm going to tell you, my son will also take the scientific exam next year, but I have no friendship with your master. You will introduce it later and ask me to make friends with your master. What do you think?"

Han Ye was immediately happy. No wonder this officer was so easy to talk to. It turned out that he wanted to curry favor with my master. It seemed that it was good to be a high-ranking official. With power in his hands, there were countless people who were swearing to the throne, and they all came to the gate of the palace!

He hurriedly lowered his voice and said, "Of course, my master has always liked to make friends with heroes like the general!"

The officer smiled and took Han to the front row of the officials' queue, Ma Qianli's.

Ma Qianli suddenly saw Han Ye coming, and was delighted. The news was revealed so quickly. It was estimated that the emperor would have to wait for a long time to summon him, so there was no need to worry. When Han Ye came over, he hurriedly asked, "How is it, what is his expression?"

Originally, something that could be solved with just one sentence, but Han Ye couldn't answer, so he had to say bitterly: "The situation is too detailed. I will tell the master again when I go home, but the lady's illness is cured." As he said that, he took out the piece of paper in his arms and handed it to Ma Qianli.

As soon as Han Ye took out a piece of paper from his pocket, the officer's interest suddenly came. He stretched his neck and came over to watch. The officials next to him were also very curious and all came over. Anyway, everyone was waiting at the door, and there was nothing to do with the left and right. When Ma Langzhong's family had something to do, everyone was newly promoted. There would be many places to support each other in the future, so it would be just a chance to care for each other.

An official said, "Red beans grow in the south, and how many branches are produced in spring... Well, this is a poem about lovesickness. Why did Lord Ma fall in love with whom? Can you tell me?"

Listening to his colleague's joke, Ma Qianli read the poem while saying, "This is not a poem, it's a prescription, treating... treating that..." It's really hard to answer.

The officer smiled and said, "It's a lovesickness disease that cannot be cured, right?"

Suddenly, someone behind him said, "Can lovesickness be cured? There is still a prescription for prescription?" The voice was quite special, and it was a bit of a duck-sounding voice.

The officials immediately raised their heads and saw someone standing outside the crowd. It was Shi Zhongchen, the chief general of the inner court! The officials hurriedly saluted and said, "See the chief general!"

Although Shi Zhongchen was an eunuch, he was of a rank, and his rank was higher than the newly promoted officials present. Seeing the officials saluted, Shi Zhongchen waved his hand with a smile and said, "Forget it, today is a happy day for all of you, so there is no need for too much politeness."

He came out to pass the imperial edict. Emperor Li Shimin was discussing matters with Changsun Wuji and Fang Xuanling in the palace. I was afraid that the discussion would not be completed in a short while, so Li Shimin sent him out and told the officials not to wait for a while and to return to their respective yamen to avoid delaying official business.

As soon as Shi Zhongchen came out, he saw a small group of officials gathered together. He didn't know what he was doing, so he came over to check it out. When he heard about lovesickness, he asked casually.

The officer knew that Shi Zhongchen had been running to the Ministry of Rites these days and liked to read poetry. Now that he had the opportunity, how could he flatter him quickly?

He said to Shi Zhongchen with a slight silence: "The Chief Executive, the Ma Langzhong got a good poem. Everyone is evaluating it, but he said it is a prescription for curing lovesickness. We are wondering. You happened to be here, so why don't you come and see it too? Is this a poem or a prescription?"

Shi Zhongchen smiled and said, "Do you have any poems? Come and show it to our family. Our family likes to read poetry the most!"

Ma Qianli had no choice but to hold the poem in both hands and hand it over to Shi Zhongchen. Shi Zhongchen just glanced at the poem with his eyes and was stunned. He had not read the poem's words yet, but he was very familiar with the handwriting of the poem. It was because of this handwriting that he had been confused these days!

A few days ago, the emperor asked him to find the person who was writing poetry in the restaurant. In order not to leak the news, Shi Zhongchen quickly painted the poem first, and then went to the Ministry of Rites to check it out. After a lot of time, he still couldn't find the person who wrote the poem and could not check the handwriting at all. For this matter, he ran to Qujiangchi to find someone, but he was allergic to pollen!

He never did the matter of finding someone. Fortunately, the emperor has been overwhelmed by the Turkic civil strife these days and has not had time to ask about small things like writing poetry. But he didn't do it well, but he just didn't do it well, and he was still hanging in his heart. He was afraid that the emperor would have a whim one day, so he asked about this matter!

Today, as soon as he took the poem, his heart jumped up wildly and checked it. It was this handwriting, absolutely true!

Shi Zhongchen said anxiously: "Who wrote this poem and where did you get it? Lord Ma, you can't write this poem, right? We look at your appearance..." No matter how anxious he was, he didn't say anything he shouldn't say. The second half was: Your appearance is not vulgar, and there was no feeling of a deer-headed rat!

Ma Qianli thought to himself: "How could it be written by me? I think he is confused. If I wrote it, how could he talk about the word "two!" He hurriedly said: "If you go back to the chief executive, this poem was not written by a junior official, but... it was written by a scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam!" He still had a trace of luck in his heart, and wanted to hide this matter, after all, it involved his daughter's privacy.

Shi Zhongchen's eyes lit up. The scholar who was taking the exam seemed to be right, and it was very likely that he was the one! He asked: "Who wrote this poem? Lord Ma quickly tells it to our family!"

Now that I can't hide it anymore, I have to say it even if I am embarrassed! Ma Qianli gritted his teeth and said, "It was written by Wang Ping'an of Xuzhou. He is now staying in the Inspiration Temple."

Shi Zhongchen was stunned and murmured: "Wang Ping'an, is the one Wang Ping'an summoned by the prince to the capital?" He knew this Wang Ping'an, wasn't it the one who wrote about the yellow dog and the white dog, and even made the emperor laugh!

Ma Qianli's scalp became harder, so he had to say, "This... the official did not go to check it personally, but he could not be sure whether there was a person with a duplicate name!"

Shi Zhongchen shouted: "Why does Wang Ping'an, who wrote the poem, understand medical skills? Oh, you said this poem is a prescription, is it really a prescription?"

Seeing that Ma Qianli could not avoid it again, he had to say, "Yes, this Wang Ping'an had a very high medical skills. He once defeated the Imperial Medical Office and was called the number one in Chang'an for medical skills!"

Shi Zhongchen smiled and said that was this person. Wang Ping'an was very good at medical skills. It was precisely because of this ability that he was summoned to Chang'an by His Royal Highness!

He looked at the manuscript of the poem in his hand and wanted to go back to the palace to report the emperor, but he was afraid of making a mistake. To be safe, he said, "Is this a poem or a prescription? We will read it for everyone, and you can also review it!"

There were about 200 officials at the gate of the palace, and they were all upstarts, so they were naturally knowledgeable. They listened to the loyal ministers and rushed around.

Shi Zhongchen cleared his throat and recited: "Red beans grow in the south, and a few branches are blooming in spring..."

After reading only a few sentences, some officials said, "It's a poem, how could this be a prescription!"

"I hope you will pick more of this thing, and I miss you the most." Shi Zhongchen finished reciting the poem and asked, "Tell me, how is this poem written?" As soon as he finished reciting it, he realized that this is definitely not a prescription, but a good poem.

There is no official who doesn’t know anything about it. An official smiled and said, “The lovesickness is shared by everyone. The beauty of this poem lies in the red beans and sending lovesickness, which is a symbol of comparison. This is the best method of writing poetry, and this poem is even more excellent, and it can be passed down to the world!”

Other officials also nodded and unanimously praised the beauty of this poem. It was absolutely good. It was passed down to later generations, so there was no problem!

Shi Zhongchen laughed, and flicked the poem with his fingers, thinking: "I finally found it, Wang Ping'an, I see where you will run away this time!"
Chapter completed!