"Good poetry..."

The courtiers in the main hall praised one after another. There are such poets, saying that their poems are copied, they don't believe it at all, is it really Zhuang Mohan framed?

Han Zhong waved at Yun Zhilan's sword, and the sword flew into Han Chong's hand, Han Chong couldn't dance the sword, he just looked at Yun Zhilan's sword, and then threw his hand back into the sheath, "A good sword." ”

Yun Zhilan was shocked, this person was able to control the sword with qi, but he had no backhand power, could it be that he had reached the realm of a great grandmaster!

Emperor Qing is also staring at Han Chong, if this person can't be taken for his own use, he will be in great trouble!

The crown prince and the second highness are very interested in Han Chong, and they used to underestimate him! In the past, they all took a fancy to Fan Xian and wanted to win over Fan Xian, but now they are all thinking about how to win over Han Zhong in the future.

Fan Xian said casually: "Pretending to be forced." ”

Han Zhong is pretending to be forced, and he also has the intention of showing his skills, showing that he is not a character who can be handled casually. "Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star. Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name. Idle over the letter tomb drink, take off the sword and kneel forward. will scorch Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Huan. Three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light. After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit is born. Save Zhao with a golden hammer, Handan was shocked first. Two strong men in Qianqiu, Xuanhe Liang City. The bones of the arson are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world. Who can write Your Excellency, the white head is too mystical. ”

Everyone is wondering, who is this swordsman of Zhao State, and where is Zhao State?

Yun Zhilan looked at Han Zhong and said, "Good poem, I, a swordsman, can feel the extraordinaryness of this poem." ”

Han Zhong smiled and said, "Brother Yun is too famous. ”

Emperor Qing looked at Zhuang Mohan, who was stunned, and said, "Mr. Zhuang, what do you think of their poems?" Can you pass the level? ”

Zhuang Mohan was speechless, his face was lost, his soul was lost, and his body was incomplete, he said cheekily: "This... Some poems... These poems..."

Fan Xian looked at Zhuang Mohan and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhuang, in fact, you are really right, my poem is copied." ”

"Copyed!" The people in the hall were talking, why did Fan Xian admit it to himself? Just now you can prove that he didn't copy it himself.

Zhuang Mohan asked, "Could it be that you also copied these poems?" ”

Fan Xian nodded and said, "Yes, it's all copied." ”

Han Zhong sat in his position, just now he just hit Zhuang Mohan with a pistol, and next, Fan Xian was about to open the cannon, and Zhuang Mohan's body was gone.

Zhuang Mohan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Mr. Fan knows and says bluntly, it is said that you are brave, after this incident, you will become a great weapon." ”

Fan Xian waved his hand and said: "I was busy praising me first, Mr. Zhuang, I will copy poems for myself, and you will copy poems for your teacher, and we will be regarded as half a catty." Speaking of which, you are not as straightforward as me, ascending is made by the old poet Saint Du Fu of Shaolingye, and it has nothing to do with your teacher! Mr. Zhuang deceived the world and stole his name for the teacher, and he is really a model of respecting the teacher! ”

"Poet?" Zhuang Mohan asked: "You said that this poet saint, a figure of what dynasty and generation?" is a poet saint, can he be famous in history? ”

Fan Xian said: "There is no him in the history books. ”

Zhuang Mohan said: "Oh, that's right. ”

"Because his poems belong to another world! A world with thousands of years of romance and dazzling literature! Fan said in a casual voice.

Zhuang Mohan asked, "Could it be that it is the legendary fairy world?" ”

"Hahaha..."Everyone laughed.

Fan Xian pointed at the ministers with the wine jug and said, "Laugh, laugh, compared to you, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a fairy world." ”

Zhuang Mohan asked, "Have you been there?" ”

Fan Xian closed his eyes and said, "That is the picture scroll left in my dream, and it is my residual memory. ”

Guo Youzhi finally seized the opportunity, looked at Fan Xian and said, "Master Fan, you mean that you once traveled through the fairyland in your dreams!" And came back with a poem? "Just now, Fan Xian and Han Chong made six good poems in a row, but they scared him, but the peak turned around, who knows which tendon is wrong for Fan Xian, and he admitted to copying poems again. Guo Youzhi got up and said: "Your Majesty, what Fan Xian said is too bizarre, ridiculous, so quibble, it is really a bully, please Your Majesty!" ”

Fan Xian looked at Zhuang Mohan and said, "Mr. Zhuang, do you have a lot of poems written by your teacher?" ”

Zhuang Mohan nodded and said, "The family teacher has written a lot of poems. ”

Fan Xian asked, "Are there many unknown ones?" ”

Zhuang Mohan said embarrassedly: "This... Not much, less than people know, are the previous two, although I don't know how your poems were written, but those two poems were indeed written by the teacher. At this time, Zhuang Mohan could only bite the previous two poems.

Fan Xian looked at Guo Youzhi and said with a smile: "I memorized more than one poem in my dream, just now I and Lao Han memorized it in our dream, next, I will recite 300 Tang poems and Song lyrics for you!" ”

Fan Xian drank all the wine jugs, and he directly carried the wine jar and poured it into his mouth. The appearance of the profligate skeleton is quite a bit of the style of the Jin and Wei dynasties.

"Come on! Ink comes! ”

Father-in-law Hou, who was standing next to Emperor Qing, said: "Master Fan, if you want to compose a poem, the old slave is brave and willing to transcribe it for you." ”

Fan Xian smiled and said: "Every word and every book I have read is exactly the same, and I remember it vividly..."

After speaking, Fan Xian shook the wine jar in his hand, and with a "touch", the residual wine exploded.

Han Zhong smiled and raised his glass and said, "Old Fan, don't pretend to be forced, pretend to be forced to be struck by lightning." ”

Xin Qiwu asked, "Han Gongzi, what is this pretend?" ”

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky. The sea will never return..."

"When is the spring flower and autumn moon..."

"It's cold dancing in the heights, and you can figure out the shadow..."

"Life is full of joy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon..."

It's not a water word.

Fan Xian memorized for an hour in a row, reciting more than 100 songs, Fan Xiannian was thirsty, so he picked up the wine on the wine table and drank it, no matter whose table it was.

Han Zhong looked at Emperor Qing's stunned, the eldest princess's annoyance and anger, the trembling bangs of the second prince, the prince's radiant look, Zhuang Mohan's shame, Yun Zhilan's admiration, everyone's expression was different.

Guo Baokun was drunk, and he drank every poem of Fan Xian, and his face was red from drinking.

It was too late for the father-in-law to copy the poems, and later several chamberlains copied the poems together, and the white paper was spread all over the ground.

Fan Xian said drunkenly: "I haven't seen the ancients before, and I haven't seen the comers after... Hiccup, thinking of heaven and earth, lonely and weeping... Hiccup, down. "Obviously drunk. Fan Xian turned his head to look at Father-in-law Hou and asked, "Is it over a hundred?" ”

Father-in-law Hou's hand holding the pen was trembling, and he replied: "Master Fan, it's already over a hundred." ”

Guo Baokun took the wine glass and said: "What a fairyland in this world!" "He was drunk, but he was telling the truth.