Thinking of this, Fan Tian's back was soaked with cold sweat, and a chill appeared in his heart.

To his surprise, the emperor did not continue on the topic.

I saw His Majesty get up from the dragon chair, put his hands behind his back, paced back and forth, closed his eyes, and began to chant -

"Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island.

My Fair Lady, Gentleman.

Jagged wattles, left and right flowing.

My Fair Lady, I covet it.

I can't ask for it, but I can't think about it.

Leisurely, tossing and turning.

Jagged wattles, picked left and right.

My Fair Lady, Friends of the Piano.

Jagged wattle, left and right.

My Fair Lady, bells and drums. ”

Hearing His Majesty the Emperor personally reciting this poem, the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty listened attentively and reveled in it.

In particular, the literati shook their heads and sang along.

Da Ruzhuang Mo Han was naturally not willing to be lonely, the old man stood up, drank the wine in his hand, and tasted:

This poem uses the birds singing in unison, falling in love with each other, and raising the association of a lady accompanying a gentleman. He also used the act of picking vegetables to express his lovesickness for women. The whole poem is beautiful, the rhyme is harmonious, and the onomatopoeia conveys affection, which is a rare wonderful article. ”

"Folk streets and alleys, this poem is Fan Gongzi's personal experience. When Fan Gongzi pursued a few confidants, he couldn't think about it, so he wrote a poem, describing the depression and depression in his chest in the poem, which was touching and heartfelt, and finally won the hearts of several ladies and achieved a good story! ”

Hearing these words, the Wenchen Confucian scholars in the audience looked at Xiao Fan Shixian, and quietly looked at the eight stunning women behind Shixian, and they all showed envious eyes.

"I have also heard this good story, which has been circulated among the people in my country for a long time, Xiao Fan Shixian is really worthy of a generation of romantic talents, so that my generation admires it so much!"

Behind Fan Tian, after hearing these words, the eight beauties all had red cheeks and covered their faces with sleeve robes, looking even more moving.

At the beginning, Xiao Fan Shixian did express her love for them.

However, when they saw the peerless and suave little Fan Gongzi with a peerless poem, they immediately agreed, and even a few of them were upside down at that time.

How can there be any Fan Gongzi who can't ask for it, is depressed, and has made famous deeds through the ages?

Those legends are basically nonsense.

However, although several beauties know that these legends are fake, they can't stand it and it's really romantic!

Thinking of this, the expressions of the eight beauties looking at Fan Gongzi were even more adoring, and they couldn't wait to spew out sparks.

In normal times, if he heard these high-ranking officials and magnates touting like this, and was stared at like this by several confidantes with "Wangfu eyes", Fan Tian would have been fluttering and didn't know why.

But now, facing the seemingly amiable Emperor His Majesty, Fan Tian's back was in more cold sweat, and he felt that his legs were trembling.

This may be Wang Mang, a thief who usurped the Han Dynasty, and even killed his two own sons!

Now, Fan Tian is no longer as frightened as he was at the beginning, and gradually accepts the reality that His Majesty the Emperor may be Wang Mang.

Since he can cross by himself, then Wang Mang's crossing is nothing.

After all, since he crossed into Fan Xian, the historical trajectory of this world has long been broken, and it has been completely chaotic.

Moreover, in the history of the previous life, the emperor of the new dynasty had made all kinds of bold reforms, and some people had suspected that Wang Mang was a traverser.

What's even worse is that Wang Mang is a figure at the turn of the Han Dynasty, and the "Song of the Great Wind" he recited before was composed by Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, and he happened to hear it.

And now, this old man has recited the poem "Guan Ju" in the pre-Qin era, what are his plans?

Wang Mang was expressionless, staring at Fan Tian in front of him, and asked lightly: "As Mr. Zhuang Mohan said, this poem by Xiao Fan Shixian has been widely circulated, and it has even been passed down as a romantic story. ”

"It's just that, is this really written by your Fan Gongzi?" Wang Mang stared at Fan Tian and spoke lightly.

Fan Tian bit his lip tightly, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead.

This time, he chose to remain silent and did not answer.

"Hmph." Wang Mang sneered and said indifferently: "In my time, I have heard of this poem, which is a famous poem in the pre-Qin era and was included in the Book of Songs. ”

"Fan Gongzi, is your name of a poet immortal ......" Wang Mang paused deliberately, and then asked sharply: "Is it a copy of the predecessors?" ”

Hearing these words, the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty were in an uproar.

Everyone's faces were at a loss, and they exchanged words and discussions.

They don't understand what the Holy One is saying today.

However, there is one person who doesn't care about any of this.

Zhuang Mohan stood up and said righteously: "Your Majesty, although I am a foreign minister, I don't want to say much. However, Xiao Fan Shixian's talent is obvious to all, and he has written hundreds of poems, each of which is unique. How can such a genius be explained by copying one or two poems from his predecessors? ”

"Besides, Your Majesty, the "Book of Songs" you just mentioned, as well as the Han Gaozu who wrote the "Song of the Great Wind", as well as the pre-Qin era, etc...... The old man has read the past and the present, but he has never heard of this! ”

Hearing these words, His Majesty the current Emperor just smiled, but ignored it, he looked at Fan Tian in front of him, and was silent.

Fan Tian's cheeks and neck were all covered with beads of sweat, like a chicken in soup, and he was no longer as chic as he was just now.

He knelt down with a "poof" and bowed three times and nine times to the saint of today.

"Your Majesty, in these two poems, the grass people did learn from the former sages, but only out of admiration. Unexpectedly, His Majesty saw everything and saw the clues at a glance. ”

"The grass people are greedy for fame and fortune, and a few poems are borrowed from their predecessors, but they don't explain it for a while, and they really deserve death!"

However, Fan Tian changed his words and continued: "However, most of the other poems are really from the hands of the grass people, and there is no deception!" ”

"Today, the Holy Lord's banquet invites the ministers, and the grass people are willing to improvise poems, one to prove their innocence, and the other to cheer up the adults, what do you think, Your Majesty?"

"Oh?" Wang Mang was slightly stunned and frowned.

Among Fan Tian's hundreds of poems, he only has an impression of a few, and it is really unreasonable to say that all of them were copied.

Wang Mang suddenly thought of Lord Xianshi's entrustment, so he didn't embarrass Fan Tian and motioned for the other party to get up.

His Majesty, who was still like a fierce god just now, has now disappeared from the evil aura on his face, and has become a kind and kind old man again.

He smiled and made a gesture, "Since Fan Gongzi wants to improvise poetry, I am also quite interested, please!" ”

Hearing this, Fan Tian, who was kneeling on the ground, was shocked, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Wang Mang was born in the late Western Han Dynasty, "Song of the Great Wind" and "Guan Ju", one is from the early Han Dynasty and the other is from the pre-Qin Dynasty, and it is normal for him to know.

However, the poems of the previous life flourished in the Tang and Song dynasties, and there are still too many famous poems after the Han Dynasty!

Fan Tian still has some poems hidden in his head, which have never been published in the past.

When His Majesty the Emperor heard this, he would definitely be shocked and praise him, maybe there was still hope for him to be crowned an official.

Thinking of this, Fan Tian stood up and drank several glasses of wine in a row, strengthening his courage.

His previous panic and cowardice were swept away, his face was flushed, and he became more graceful, and he chanted sonorously and powerfully—

"When you sing about wine, life is geometric!

For example, the morning dew is bitter in the past.

Be generous and unforgettable.

How to solve the problem? Only Du Kang.

Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart.

But for the sake of the king, he has been groaning so far.

Yo yo deer chirping, eating wild apples.

I have guests, drummers and shengs.

It's as clear as the moon, when can it be done?

Worries come from it, and they cannot be cut off.

The more strange it is, the more vain it exists.

Talking about the old kindness.

The moon stars are scarce, and the black magpie flies south.

Three turns around the tree, what branches can be followed?

The mountains are not tired of being high, and the sea is not tired of being deep.

Zhou Gong vomits and feeds, and the world returns to the heart! ”