Intruders of the Heavens and Worlds

Chapter 51 Fan Xian’s Hundred Poems in One Night
"Could it be that Fan Xian plagiarized this poem?"

Li Chengqian showed an inconceivable expression, and exclaimed abnormally loudly, instantly attracting everyone's attention to Zhuang Mohan.

"Yes... and no."

Zhuang Mohan shook his head and answered aloud, but the meaning of his answer was so vague that people didn't know how to understand it.

"Mr. Zhuang, what do you mean?"

The person who spoke was Emperor Qing. He asked in a flat tone with a gloomy face. If anyone really knew him well, they would know that he was angry.

But if anyone in the audience was the most confused, then Fan Xian was the only one. He looked at Zhuang Mohan suspiciously, wondering if this person was also a time traveler, otherwise how would he know that he plagiarized.

"The first four lines of this poem were indeed written by Mr. Fan, but the last four lines were written by my teacher."

I saw Zhuang Mohan answering Emperor Qing's question while picking up the picture scroll on his desktop. Under the suspicious eyes of everyone, he opened the whole picture scroll and let it scatter on the table. , clearly wrote the last four sentences of the seven-character regulated poem climbing a mountain.

"Huh, this painting...is actually the last four lines of the Qiyan poem written by Fan Xian."

Regardless of Emperor Qing's previous scolding, Li Chengqian got up again and came to Zhuang Mohan. He pretended to read it carefully, and then said in a very regretful tone.

"Mr. Zhuang's tutor is surnamed Du?"

Fan Xian motioned to Su Hao and Xingtong with his eyes, telling them to keep quiet and watch him show off, then he walked back to his seat in a cool manner, asked Zhuang Mohan in a disdainful tone, and recovered. The way he ate like a wolf, he didn't take this old man who was over fifty years old as a person at all.

"Master, my surname is not Du, what's wrong?"

Although he didn't understand why Fan Xian asked such a question, Zhuang Mohan answered the question very frankly, because he had the picture scroll in his hand, so he would be invincible.

"That's all right."

Fan Xian picked up the jug, took a big gulp of wine, and replied very casually.

"Fan Xian, now you are the one who made a mistake in copying other people's poems, yet you dare to be so rude to Mr. Zhuang."

A young man in official uniform who was about the same age as Fan Xian stood up and shouted loudly, Su Hao saw that this person was stupid, he must be that idiot Guo Baokun.

"I'm rude to Mr. Zhuang, it's none of your business, Guo Baokun."

Seeing that this idiot dared to provoke him, Fan Xian replied directly, discrediting him for being scolded, and blushing.

"you you you…"

Seeing that he was being abused so much on such an occasion, Guo Baokun's blood rushed to his brain, and he pointed at Fan Xian, unable to utter a word for a long time.

"In fact, even if there is no handwriting left by this family teacher, the old man can prove that the last four lines of poems were not written by Mr. Fan."

"The meaning of the four lines of the poem is desolate. If you have not experienced the ups and downs of life, how can you write such an artistic conception?"

"But Mr. Fan, how can you have such a sad state of mind when you are young and beautiful, so you can see the clue from here, the young man insists on worrying, it is too much."

Hearing Zhuang Mohan's explanation, everyone present felt that it made sense. Even Su Hao felt that Fan Xian was too reckless. He should change to a poem suitable for his age. Anyway, the good poems in the history of Hua Kingdom There are a lot of them, and he can borrow them whatever he wants.

"Your Majesty, Fan Xian plagiarized other people's poems, deceiving the world and stealing his name. He should be punished heavily. Only in this way can we protect the face of our literati."

A middle-aged man sitting in the front row came out slowly, knelt down and begged Emperor Qing to punish Fan Xian severely. He looked very similar to Guo Baokun, and most likely it was Guo Youzhi.

"Fan Xian, Mr. Zhuang said that you can't write this kind of poems, and that you plagiarized his teacher's posthumous works. How about you show him your skills and let him see if you can write those poems with your literary talents? A peerless poem."

Seeing that the scene was almost brewing, Su Hao reminded Fan Xian that he took out the rice phone and turned on the recording function to prepare.

"Row!"

"Pen come, ink come!"

Fan Xian knew what Su Hao meant by saying this, which was to ask him to borrow a few more poems to prove himself, so he shouted to the young eunuchs in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests.

"Master Xiao Fan, if you want to compose a poem, I'm brave enough to copy it for you."

Under the signal from Emperor Qing's eyes, Eunuch Hou stepped forward, bowed and said to Fan Xian. He sat on the small table brought by the young eunuchs, picked up the brush in his right hand, and started writing as soon as Fan Xian spoke. .

"Tch, do you want to write two or three more poems on the spot to prove that you didn't plagiarize?"

With a drunken look on his face, Guo Baokun mocked Fan Xian because even if he wrote a few more poems, he would not be able to remove himself from the suspicion of deceiving the world and stealing his reputation.

"Who said I... only wrote a few poems."

"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and will never return. If you don't see it, the mirror in the high hall is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow. Life is full of joy, don't let the golden cup empty to the moon, I was born with my talent It will be useful, and it will come back after the thousands of gold are gone...five-flowered horses, and thousands of gold furs, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and together with you will sell the eternal sorrows."

Fan Xian picked up the jug and took a big sip, and replied disdainfully to Guo Baokun, and then began to recite, see you soon.

His tone is up and down, sometimes happy, sometimes angry, sometimes low, sometimes sad, as if he is Li Bai at the moment, and Li Bai is him.

"When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much do you know about the past?"

"Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward"

"I don't know the palace in the sky, what year it is, I want to ride the wind to go back, but I'm afraid that Qionglou Yuyu, the heights are too cold, dancing to make clear the shadows, it seems to be in the world."

"Looking at the sword with the lamp on while drunk, returning to the battalion of blowing horns in a dream, burning under the command of eight hundred miles, and the sound of fifty strings turning outside the Great Wall"

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One, two, three, five, ten, a hundred!

Fan Xian kept reciting, and he drank very fast. As soon as the flagon in his hand was empty, he would pick up the untouched wine from other officials' tables and drink it. Emperor Qing stared at him blankly. , I was stunned for a moment, thinking that my son was actually a poet.

"Is it over a hundred?"

Not knowing how many poems he had recited, Fan Xian asked his father-in-law drunkenly if he could recite more if there were no more than a hundred poems.

"It's already over a hundred."

Eunuch Hou squeezed his wrist and said helplessly, he thought Fan Xian was just writing a few poems, but he actually wrote hundreds of poems at once, if not for the help of other eunuchs to transcribe, he would have been too busy.

"Then let's do it first."

Fan Xian said to Eunuch Hou, and then he turned around and found that Su Hao and Xingtong were comparing him to Thumbs, thinking that he did not lose face to the traverser.

"Annotation. Poems. I am not as good as you. Poetry. You are not as good as me."

"I can't be a master in the literary world, but you can't be a human being!"

Fan Xian staggered, walked up to the stunned Zhuang Mohan, knelt down, and said to him word for word.

"Hahaha, I'm drunk and want to sleep, and I'm going, go to Nima."

Before Zhuang Mohan could say anything, Fan Xian collapsed drunk, still muttering something, Su Hao sounded like he was cursing Zhuang Mohan.

"puff!"

Blood welled up in his throat. Zhuang Mohan vomited a large mouthful of blood after being scolded by Fan Xian. Today, a great literary figure in the literary world fainted and lost all face.

(End of this chapter)