"Mr. Zhuang, what you said is right, I copied this poem!"

Hong Chen held the wine glass and stood up slowly, with an indescribable arrogance in his expression.

As soon as his words came out, the ministers were in an uproar.

"What a copy!"

"This ......"

Zhuang Mohan saw Hong Chen's admittion, and said seriously: "If you know your mistakes, you will change them, and you will be brave." After this incident, Mr. Fan will become a great weapon. ”

Hearing this, Hong Chen smiled disdainfully, he stepped forward a few steps, shook his hand and said, "Don't be busy praising me first." Mr. Zhuang, I copy poems for myself, and you copy poems for your teacher, speaking of which, you are not as straightforward as me. ”

Then, Hong Chen pointed to the sky and rebuked loudly: "This poem is written by Shaoling Ye Lao, the poet saint Du Fu, and it has nothing to do with your teacher!"

This sentence is full of domineering and pride.

The poem is a Chinese poem, a poem by Du Fu, and when he wrote the poem, he said that this poem was heard by him from another world, and it was in his mind.

Now, some say that the poem was written by someone else.

This undoubtedly angered Hong Chen!

Zhuang Mohan said that he deceived the world and stole his name, and Hong Chen felt that his master was the real deception and stealing his name!

Hong Chen's momentum suddenly became stronger.

Chen Ming sat on the chairmanship of the emperor and quietly watched Hong Chen's performance, this was a group play, and his performance was always in the state.

What he saw was that a young actor, in this group scene, in the face of so many old actors, can still look majestic and suave, which is also rare.

What a seedling.

It is difficult to perform group dramas, especially a group of old drama bones are staring at you, and it is even more difficult to act.

Some people can't help but be nervous when they talk in front of a group of people, let alone perform in front of a group of old-timers.

This kind of psychological pressure is very high, but Hong Chen has no trace of it.

Other actors also looked sideways to watch Hong Chen's performance.

The old drama bones are also secretly praising in their hearts, this young man is very imposing, and he can show such momentum, amazing.

Not to mention the director Sun Hao in the back, this is a long shot, he touched his chin, hoping that this scene could be filmed like this.

"Mr. Zhuang deceived the world and stole his name for the teacher, and he is really a model of respecting the teacher. A smile appeared on Hong Chen's face, and he said with thick mockery and disdain.

"The poet saint, hehehe, since he is a poet, he has left a name in history, which dynasty and which generation is it?" Zhuang Mohan asked indifferently.

"There is no him in the history books. Hong Chen said indifferently.

"Oh, that's right. Zhuang Mohan replied disdainfully.

"Because his poems belong to another world. A world with a thousand years of romance and dazzling literature!"

"Could it be that it is the legendary fairy world?" Zhuang Mo sneered coldly.

As soon as his words fell, a loud laugh suddenly sounded in the hall.

This burst of laughter once again angered Hong Chen.

He is a traverser, he is proud of the historical civilization of China, although he has never shown it, but deep in his heart, the sense of belonging is still in modern times.

He turned around, pointed at the high-ranking and powerful ministers, and angrily reprimanded: "Laugh, laugh, compared to you, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the fairy world!"

"Have you been?" Zhuang Mohan asked.

"That's the place I've been to in my dreams, it's my residual memory. ”

Guo Youzhi smiled coldly and said, "Master Fan, do you mean that you traveled to the fairy world in your dream and came back with a poem?"

His words were full of mockery.

Now there is ironclad evidence to prove that Hong Chen plagiarized the verses. Hong Chen's explanation was that this poem was recited by him from the fairy world.

This explanation is undoubtedly ridiculous and absurd.

Sure enough, in the hall, the ministers laughed again.

Guo Youzhi got up and saluted Emperor Qing again, and said loudly: "Your Majesty, what Fan Xian said is bizarre and ridiculous, and it is to deceive the king, please Your Majesty!"

By this time, the atmosphere was already tense.

Hong Chen is really a mortal situation.

His friends were worried about him.

But on the other hand, Hong Chen still looks very calm.

He turned to look at Zhuang Mohan and asked, "Mr. Zhuang, do you have many poems written by your teacher?"

"My family wrote a lot of poems in their lives. ”

"Are there many unknown?"

"Shi Hai hooks and sinks, less than people know, only the one just showed!"

"Hahaha. Hong Chen smiled, smiling very disdainfully and chicly.

He turned around and patted Guo Youzhi on the shoulder, with a little drunkenness, and mocked: "Who said that in my dream, I only memorized one song?"

Then, Hong Chen threw the wine glass in his hand on the ground, picked up a jar of wine directly from the side of the banquet, and drank it suddenly.

He was a little drunk, and his face was flushed.

"Here comes the paper!"

"Molai!"

He shouted loudly, and his momentum gradually prevailed!

The skill "Literati and Inkman" has already been activated, and this time, he has integrated another skill "King's Landing"!

From this moment on, he is the emperor in the poem.

With thousands of years of history in China, there are countless cultural treasures, since the ministers are laughing at the "fairy world", then he will let this group of rotten people see, what is there in the fairy world?

There are poems!

"Master Fan wants to write two or three more poems temporarily, proving that they were all copied from the fairy world?" Guo Youzhi mocked disdainfully.

Hong Chen glanced at him, a little drunk, and said, "You don't know, that memory is engraved in my memory like a knife and an axe." ”

Guo Youzhi's face changed, and Guo Baokun snorted coldly: "I'm afraid that I'm angry, and I've already started to talk nonsense." ”

Finally, this scene has reached its climax.

Director Sun Hao was behind, and he couldn't help but be a little excited.

Here it comes!

I saw Hong Chen suddenly smash the wine jar in his hand, and with a little drunkenness, he began to recite poems in front of the ministers.

The first poem he was written was "Will Enter the Wine"!

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky"

"Rushing to the sea and never returning"

"You don't see the sad white hair of the high hall mirror"

"Morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk"

His words were filled with a deep sense of pride, with unparalleled anger, and with an immortal demeanor that defied everything!

You must know that Hong Chen played the movie "Li Bai" back then, and he memorized this poem when he auditioned, so naturally he doesn't need to talk much about his temperament.

But this time is different from the previous performance.

This time, the emotion he wants to show is more anger, more indifference to the world.

Sure enough, as soon as these four lines of poetry came out, the entire hall fell silent.

All the people present are literati, all of them are good at poetry, and they can all hear the majesty of this poem.

This is the poem of the poet immortal Li Bai, and how can it be compared to the people of this world!

However, this is just the beginning.

"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 want to go back by the wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, the height is unbearable, and I dance to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world!"

"Drunk to pick up the lamp and look at the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp, 800 miles under the command, fifty strings turn over the outside sound, autumn soldiers on the battlefield!"

.......

His poems are suddenly chic and comfortable, suddenly lonely and lonely, and suddenly domineering and awe-inspiring.

In the play, the emperor was stunned, the ministers were stunned, and the eldest princess was stunned.

Outside the play, the director, assistant director, planner, scene manager, and cameraman were all stunned.

Hong Chen's performance is too good!

Every poem requires different feelings.

Each poem has a different artistic conception.

But he was able to recite every poem to that effect, as if the poem had really been written by him.

His momentum is perfect!

Above the main hall, there were so many drama bones, so many people watched, Hong Chen memorized the poems without any influence.

At this moment, as he said in the play, "Could it be that it is really a poet and an immortal?"

No one expected that Hong Chen's performance in this scene would be so good.

For the first time, Chen Ming couldn't see a flaw in a young actor, what he saw was a perfect performance.

Hong Chen's movements are also very chic, sometimes running on the main hall, sometimes hugging the second prince and the crown prince, and sometimes laughing heroically.

These poems are treasures of thousands of years in China, how can they understand the deep meaning.

After reciting like this for a long time, Hong Chen's face was flushed, and he drunkenly asked the eunuch who copied the poem: "Is it over a hundred?"

The eunuch immediately responded: "Oh, Master Fan, it's already over a hundred." ”

At this time, Guo Baokun was also drunk, and he said: "There is no fairy world in the world, and this poem must have been written by himself." ”

But even if he wrote thousands, tens of thousands, his poems were plagiarized. ”

Guo Baokun is a funny villain, a little stupid, the second prince drank coldly: "A casual chant is a famous sentence for the ages, how can such a person copy it?"

The words of the second prince are good, and the ministers also understand this truth.

In any case, after tonight, the name of Hongchen will resound throughout the world.

Then, Hong Chen came to Zhuang Mohan again.

At this moment, Zhuang Mohan's face was full of guilt, and he didn't dare to look at Hong Chen.

"I am not as good as you in commenting on the scriptures, and you are not as good as me in reciting poems. Hong Chen said drunkly.

Zhuang Mohan is the number one in the world, with countless apprentices, but at this time, he is like a student who has been taught by a teacher, nodding frequently, and his face is full of solemnity.

"I can't be a member of the literary world. ”

"Be a man, you, no!"

Saying that, Hong Chen smiled disdainfully, and then because of the strength of the wine, he just lay on the top of the hall.

He muttered in a low voice, "I'm drunk and sleepy, so let's go." ”

Then, remembering what had happened tonight, he added, "Go and ride the horse!"