When Zhao Qingya spoke up, many other people in the four seats also exclaimed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoAs for those who are sluggish, there are also people who respond quickly next to each other and immediately whisper reminders. After discussing and reminding each other in this way, soon, everyone looked at Qiu Chu'an with extremely strange eyes.

On the ancient paintings of the Wei Dynasty, how could there be Qiu Chu'an's "Sleepwalking in the Sky and Leaving Farewell"?

Qiu Chu'an couldn't maintain that Gu Jing Wubo's expression anymore. He glared at Yue Qianqiu viciously, and his voice revealed indescribable hatred and resentment: "Yue Qianqiu, you have ruined my reputation again and again!" ”

"Do you have a reputation?" Yue Qianqiu lazily raised his eyebrows, and said in an angry tone, "Who are you, how can I find your fault?" I told my brothers and companions to go out and preach a poem, and who knew that an unknown person would come out claiming that he had written it. Every time you slaughter dogs, most of them are readers, and this may not be suitable for other readers, but it is really suitable for you! ”

"You ......" Qiu Chuan couldn't get up in one breath and was almost choked to death.

Seeing this scene, Feng Kun only felt that his face was pale, but he had already boarded the thief ship, and it was really too late to jump off the ship immediately at this time. Therefore, holding on to the last bit of luck, he asked with a strong spirit: "Yue Jiulang, you yourself have said that you like martial arts and hate literature, so why do you still promote any poems for no reason?" Do you dare to say that you didn't have a holiday with Qiu Chu'an, so you deliberately ruined his reputation? ”

"Who says I'm for nothing? I certainly have a good reason. ”

Yue Qianqiu said, pointing to the horizontal scroll in Zhao Qingya's hand, and then glanced at the square box held in the tiger head's hand: "First, the song "Sleepwalking in the Sky and Leaving Farewell" was originally from this ancient painting; Second, I was still digging out other poems written by this great poet in the pile of old papers of my grandfather Hemingxuan, and I was planning to print them out for the Wuying Pavilion as a teaching material. Isn't this that many people ridicule my Wuying Pavilion for having no background and no teacher? Even if you don't have a background and no teacher, there are ancient books that no one can compare to in Wuying Hall! ”

Speaking of this, he stuffed the shaft head that he had just held in his hand into Zhao Qingya's spare hand, and then took the square box handed over by the tiger head, and flicked it on the lid with his fingers gently, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.

"If Mr. Qiu said that the poem "Sleepwalking in the Sky and Leaving Farewell" was written by you, then I seem to have several other amazing poems by the author here, why don't you recite one or two more poems on the spot, so that the guests here can open their eyes?"

Generally speaking, to create a person who does not exist in today's history, then it is necessary to falsify his life together, which is a thankless task. However, the Emperor Yu in the last years of the Wei Dynasty was so strange that he almost all the deaths made by the fallen monarchs in history, and the most jaw-dropping thing is that he once followed the example of Qin Shi Huang to burn books and pit Confucianism!

And the one who led the team to search for books and burn books was Qi Youran, who was suspected of being from the Maitreya Sect.

In the end, the deceased monarch killed a lot of Confucian scholars who opposed him, burned a lot of books, so that the classics of the Wei Dynasty and the previous dynasty were also destroyed a lot, especially the royal and folk several famous library library buildings were burned, and finally when the Wu Dynasty was founded, there were almost no books left in the living notes and records of the Wei Dynasty, and the ones in the period of Emperor Youdi could not be found at all.

If it weren't for such a wonderful genius, if it weren't for the fact that there were a lot of gaps and omissions in the history of the last years of the Wei Dynasty, Yue Qianqiu would never have thought of making Li Du Yuanbai and the like, and planned to popularize 300 Tang poems...... Oh, three hundred is a bit much, he can't memorize all of them himself, but thirty or fifty masterpieces are absolutely fine!

As for whether others will subconsciously think that whether those who revise history in this dynasty deliberately omitted these celebrities, and the absence of these celebrities in the miscellaneous notes, whether it is also a deliberate omission of political suppression...... Isn't that a win-win-win According to Mrs. Yue, when compiling the history of Weiwei, there were a large number of people who looked ugly, praised their ancestors and relatives and friends, and belittled political opponents by the way.

Therefore, he originally planned to do a good job - to create a few poets and writers who were born in the last years of the previous dynasty, came from the grassroots, and were "buried by the family", and then donated a batch of unique books of poetry anthologies to the Wuying Museum, and tricked a little book-loving gentleman to come over and become a teacher!

Who let Qiu Chuan run out and put gold on his face!

Seeing Qiu Chu'an's face like ashes, and seeing Yue Qianqiu's smile, everyone present stared at the box in Yue Qianqiu's hand, and felt that today's matter was unbelievable.

Min Zhiyuan, the superintendent who had despised the "poem of resentment" before, followed by the superintendent who supported inviting Qiu Chu'an over, also felt that his face was hot, but he was just about to open his mouth to break the silence, and Yue Qianqiu spoke again.

"Of course, Mr. Qiu can say that the poems you wrote in the past may not be remembered now. Then I can give you a heads up. Well, there is a poem "Drink Under the Moon" in this short version of the poetry book I gave to Xiangye, and I will read it to you. A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. There are ten more sentences to follow, can you remember? ”

There is also this song "Guan Shan Yue", the bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea of clouds. The long wind is tens of thousands of miles, blowing the Yumen Pass. There are eight more sentences at the end, can you remember? ”

"There is also this song "Xuanzhou Farewell", those who abandon me cannot stay yesterday. Those who disturb my heart will have many troubles today. There are also ten sentences at the end, can you remember? ”

"And ......"

Yue Qianqiu recited the first few lines of a poem every time, and then stopped stiffly, this cycle went back and forth several times, Qiu Chuan was certainly frustrated, why didn't the other guests feel itchy? Most of the people who can be summoned by Zhao Qingya to participate in this kind of literary meeting are momentary talents, who can stand a good-sounding poem that comes to an abrupt end at the beginning?

Even Zhao Qingya himself wanted to strangle Yue Qianqiu, a bad boy, to death at this time. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, he slapped the armrest heavily, and saw that Yue Qianqiu finally shut up, and Qiu Chuan drooped his shoulders, and the whole person lost all his spirit, as if he would fall to the ground and faint in the next moment, he still didn't beat the water dog after all.

"Okay, Qiu Sheng thought that he was writing history behind closed doors, and he was in a trance, so he asked Director Feng to send him back." Seeing that Feng Kun, the head of the Ministry of Rites, opened his mouth wide, and finally had to stand up, and dragged out Qiu Chu'an, who was like a clay carving and wood sculpture, in despair, Zhao Qingya waited patiently until the person went out, and immediately closed the scroll in his hand, and looked at Yue Qianqiu with an unkind face.

"Giving gifts actually gives one and keeps one, and your old man loves to sell all the bad habits of selling everything for you! Why don't you bring me the box? ”

"Oh, this is for Xiangye!" Yue Qianqiu smiled and put the square box on with both hands, and saw that after Zhao Qingya opened it, he flipped through the book of poems that exuded the smell of fresh Han ink, and then he coughed lightly and said, "This is Li Taibai's poetry collection that has just been copied and has not had time to pay Zi, only including "Sleepwalking in the Sky and Leaving Farewell" and the three poems I just read, and it is too late for anything else. ”

Glancing at the four guests, he spread his hands and smiled: "As for the original, my grandfather planned to donate it to the Wuying Pavilion. Because this book was scattered outside and not properly preserved, grandpa is asking a master to repair it, everyone has to wait to see the original. ”

"Who are you talking about this Li Taibai? How come you've never heard of it? ”

Facing Min Zhiyuan's questioning, Yue Qianqiu said calmly: "Li Bai, the word is too white, the number is Qinglian layman, and he is a person in the last years of the Wei Dynasty. At that time, it was buried and no one knew, so what about a Li Taibai? So just now, Qiu Chu'an made a thousand mistakes, and only one sentence was not wrong. Wei Shi Wenyuan's biography is really too much missing. ”

"In the lone book in Grandpa's Hemingxuan, in addition to Li Taibaiji, there are others, grandpa didn't have time to read them one by one, I read them in my heart when I was a child, and I didn't confirm that these poems were unknown until now, otherwise I would have taken them out a long time ago. But it's not too late, grandpa said, it's just right to donate it to Wuyingguan as a teaching material! ”

Speaking of this, Yue Qianqiu bowed his hand to Zhao Qingya with a smile: "Your Excellency Prime Minister, do you have the leisure time to write a preface to this volume of poems?" ”

Zhao Qingya didn't even have the time to speak, his eyes only stayed on the only four poems, and his mood was really complicated. But for him, compared with these four poems with distinctive and unique personal styles, which can indeed be called first-class, the last few pages of the book are full of thousands of words of Li Taibai's life, which is what he values the most.

There is only poetry without life, how can a living person be restored?

Keeping an eye on Zhao Qingya's eyes, Yue Qianqiu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He didn't have the talent to be an imposter writer, and he would become dumb after the poems in his stomach were exhausted, so he originally planned to use these famous articles that others definitely didn't have to carry out large-scale ancient book fraud, package Hemingxuan into a big library, and put gold on his grandfather's face. Now that it has become like this, he didn't expect it to be like this.

If it weren't for Emperor You's misdeeds, how could he graft a few people who didn't exist in these years into history? If someone hadn't planned to put him in Guozijian to read dead books, how could he have thought of launching a student-autonomous Wuying Pavilion and using these poems as ancient books to donate, using them as bargaining chips and attracting teachers on the other? If Qiu Chu'an hadn't jumped out, how could this campaign be so successful?

Well, everything is providential, absolutely!