Listening to the last sentence, the ministers were puzzled, this poem appeared in Beijing since chūn, and it has already spread all over the world, except for the big characters of Dajiang that are a little uncomfortable to read, many poets have always thought that this poem has nothing to be faulted with, but jīng Hua is in the last four sentences, I don't know why Zhuang Mohan said the opposite.

I only heard Zhuang Mohan say coldly: "The reason why the first four sentences are good is not because the last four sentences are not good, but because ...... These last four sentences were not written by Fan Gongzi!"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar in the temple, and then immediately it became a deathly silence, and no one spoke.

Fan Xian pretended to be stunned, but he understood many things, but he calmed down, and his drunken body leaned on the table, looking at Zhuang Mohan with a smile on his face.

A few months ago, Lin Wan'er said that some people in the palace said that they copied this poem, and she didn't care about it at the time, but she didn't expect it to break out today. Guo Baokun provoked this matter, obviously at the behest of a nobleman.

After she entered Beijing, the only thing she could do was the so-called reputation in words, if she ruined her reputation, in such a world of great morality, she could only take the initiative to withdraw from the marriage.

Fan Xian listened to Zhuang Mohan read the first four sentences, and then he felt relieved, seeing that everyone in Zhuang still didn't know that the river was the Yangtze River, he knew that what he was most afraid of did not happen. If you want to prove that you plagiarize, Zhuang Mohan can only rely on his own knowledge and reputation to suppress people, that's all.

It's just that I don't know how the eldest princess said that Zhuang Mohan, who has always had a good reputation, came all the way to be a villain.

―――――――――――――――――――――― a long time later.

His Majesty's brows furrowed, you must know that plagiarism is a thing, but it is extremely strict that if Zhuang Mohan has nothing to rely on, he will never dare to say such nonsense in the palace of Qingguo.

"There is no evidence. Zhang Ziqian, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites who had been sitting next to Fan Xian, said with a smile: "Mr. Zhuang Mohan's generation, when the students were young, they often held the scriptures annotated by Mr. to study, and naturally no one in the world dared to doubt Mr. Speak. But it involves plagiarism, maybe Mr. was deceived by the villain. ”

He glanced at Guo Baokun, the son of his boss, and was not afraid to reveal who the villain he was talking about.

Zhuang Mohan raised his head, and his eyes full of wisdom and brilliance floated out of a trace of complicated feelings: "The last four sentences of this poem were written by the family teacher when he traveled to Tingzhou, because it is the posthumous work of the family teacher, so the old man has been cherishing it in his heart for decades, but I don't know where Fan Gongzi got this sentence by chance." Originally, the pearl of buried dust could see the sky again, and the old man also felt good. It's just that Fan Gongzi took this opportunity to invite his name, but the old man didn't take it, and the scholar first recultivated his heart and morality, and the words of the article were originally the last way. The old man loves talent as his life, and he is unwilling to break this matter rashly, so he originally came to Qingguo to see Gongzi as a person, but Fan Gongzi did not repent, but he was even better. ”

Fan Xian almost lost his laughter, thinking shameless, shameless, but others couldn't laugh, the atmosphere in front of the palace had already become very depressing, if this matter was true, don't say that Fan Xian would not have the face to enter the officialdom in the future, and even the face of the entire Qingguo court would be lost.

The scholars of the world all value Zhuang Mohan's moral conduct in his life, and he can't afford to doubt it at all, not to mention that Zhuang Mohan said that it was made by his own teacher, and with the heart of the world's soldiers, it is equivalent to taking the teacher's character as evidence, who would dare to doubt it?

The officials had already decided that Fan Xian's poem was copied in their hearts, and their eyes were a little strange and disgusted when they looked at him, but they couldn't turn this kind of thing into a fact, after all, it was about the face of the Qingguo government and the opposition, so His Majesty the Emperor looked at Wenyuan Pavilion scholar Shu Wu coldly, and after a while of embarrassment, Shu scholar stood up in embarrassment, and first saluted Zhuang Mohan: "I've seen the teacher." ”

This scholar of Shu University tried to study in the Northern Qi Dynasty and was taught by Zhuang Mohan, so he met as a teacher and student. At this time, he had already believed what Zhuang Mohan said that Fan Xian's poem was copied, but under His Majesty's stern gaze, he had to stand up and speak for Fan Xian: "Teacher, Fan Gongzi has always had a poetic talent, so he said that the previous short song was also extremely picky, if he came to plagiarize, it is really hard to believe, and it seems that there is no need for this." ”

At this time, Zhuang Mohan had already sat down, coughed twice, and said gently: "Shu Wu, could it be that you suspect that the old man is stealing the name of the ancestor. ”

Scholar Shu was sweating profusely, and he didn't even dare to say anything, and he couldn't care about the cold eyes of the emperor's majesty, so he honestly retreated. At this time, if anyone doubts it, it will be said that Zhuang Mohan is a shameless person without a teacher and a father, and no one dares to bear this reputation.

But the emperor is not an ordinary scholar, he is not a concubine, nor is he the queen mother, he doesn't like this Zhuang Mohan at all, so he said coldly: "Qingguo is the first to pay attention to the law, and there is a little difference between the weak appearance of the Northern Qi Dynasty, if Mr. Zhuang wants to point out people as guilty, he needs some evidence." ”

All the ministers could hear that His Majesty was angry, in case Zhuang Mohan really pointed out Fan Xian's plagiarism, I was afraid that it would be difficult for Fan Xian to come out again.

Zhuang Mohan smiled slightly, asked the entourage behind him to take out a piece of paper, and said: "This is the handwritten book of the family teacher, if there is a Fang family to see it, it will naturally know the age." He looked at Fan Xian and said sympathetically: "Fan Gongzi has a talent for poetry, but the meaning of painting a tiger is too strong, but I don't know that poetry is the voice of the heart, how is the last four words of this poem, and how can it be written with Fan Gongzi's experience?"

At this time, the hall only heard Zhuang Mohan's slightly old, but extremely stable voice of poetry interpretation: "Thousands of miles of sad autumn, how cool is it......? Fan Gongzi is still young, I don't know how to solve the more than 100 years of illness?"

Zhuang Mo Han Yue said that everyone felt more and more that such a poem could not have been written by a young man. Listening to Zhuang Mohan's voice again, it sounded leisurely again: "The frosty sideburns are full of flowers, and Fan Gongzi has black hair, so he can't help but say that he is a little worried." ”

............ Zhuang Mohan finally said softly: "As for this last sentence of pouring down the new turbid wine glass, no matter what kind of turbidity Fan Gongzi has a bright family background, but when it comes to the five words of the new turbid wine glass, I'm afraid that Fan Gongzi doesn't understand why the ancestor said this." He looked at Fan Xian, and his eyebrows seemed a little unbearable, "The ancestor suffered from lung disease in his later years, so he couldn't drink alcohol, so he used the word "new stop." ”

As soon as these words came out, the ministers of Qingguo were finally deflated, that piece of paper was not needed at all, just to say these unexplainable problems, Fan Xian's accusation of plagiarism was extremely difficult to escape......

At this moment, suddenly there was a burst of applause in the quiet palace!

Fan Xian, who had always seemed to be drunk at the desk, suddenly got up, looked at Zhuang Mohan with a smile, slowly lowered his palm, and really admired it in his heart, who Mr. Zhuang's teacher was, naturally no one knew, but the other party was able to deduce from this poem that the scene around Lao Du's body and the illness he suffered from were really worthy of the title of the world's first family.

However, Fan Xian knew that the other party was framing himself today, and he was afraid that the paper had already been dealt with, so he couldn't admire it to the end, and there was a hint of madness on his clean and dusty face, and he said with a drunken smile: "Mr. Zhuang doesn't even want the face of the master today, I really don't know what made Mr. clear his name regardless of it." ”

Others thought that he had suffered from madness after being exposed, and his speech had gradually become unbearable, and they all frowned. The queen softly ordered the people around her to call the guards to come in, so as not to make a sensation to Fan Gongzi, but the emperor waved his hand coldly, allowing everyone to listen to Fan Xian's words.

Fan staggered out, his eyes were full of amusement and ridicule, and he shouted: "Wine!"

The palace maid in the rear didn't dare to step forward when she saw him crazy, but some ministers had been feeling unfair for Fan Xian, and hugged a wine jar of about two catties from the rear and sent it to Fan Xian.

"Thank you!" Fan Xian laughed, smashed the wine jug and sealed the mud, raised the jug and drank, like a whale sucking the long sea, but after a moment of effort, the wine syrup in the pot was poured into the abdomen, after a wine burp, the wine was great, he had already drunk a lot today, and at this time, the wine was urgent, and his face was ruddy, his eyes were crystal moist, but his body was shaking.

He staggered to the chief like a dancer, pointed to Zhuang Mohan's nose and said, "This guy, do you really insist on saying this?"

Zhuang Mohan sniffed the smell of wine on his face, frowned slightly and said, "It's good that the son has a heart of repentance, why hurt himself so much." ”

Fan Xian looked at his eyes, smiled slightly, and his speech seemed to be a little inarticulate: "Everything has a cause and a result, Mr. Zhuang accused me of plagiarizing the four sentences of the first teacher, I don't know why I copied it?

Before and after his death, the five characters of his name were excellent, and even Zhuang Mohan was a little moved, he was concerned about something important, and he had no choice but to do so, and now he was in a big trouble in his life, and deliberately framed the young man in front of him, he couldn't bear it, slowly moved his head away, and said lightly: "Maybe Fan Gongzi's poem was also copied." ”

"Who copied it? Could it be that if I wrote a poem, I copied it? Could it be that Mr. Zhuang's protégés are all over the world, and his poems are known all over the world, so he is qualified to be recognized as plagiarism in his later years?"

Seeing Zhuang Mohan's fingers gently knock on the scroll on the table, Fan Xian sneered: "Everyone, Zhuang everyone, this kind of trick is okay to fool children, you say that I copied the poem of the Lingshi, I wonder, why did this poem never appear in the world before I wrote it?"

Zhuang Mohan didn't seem to want to have more verbal disputes with him, but Fan Xian said softly: "Mr. said that his late head is not white, so he can't talk about sideburns, and his body is fine, so he can't be sick for a hundred years...... However, Mr. doesn't know, in his later life, he likes to make trouble the most, and he plans to start all over again in this life, and you don't know my past, so you wronged me and hurt me, how boring. ”

I don't know if I really drank too much, or if it was a rare opportunity to vent the depression that had been accumulated for a long time, Fan Xian's clean and dusty face suddenly became a little more crazy.

"Poetry is the voice of the heart. Zhuang Mohan looked at him and said gently: "Fan Xiaoyou has no such past, how can he write this poem?"

"Poetry is a text. Fan Xian looked at him and said coldly: "The way of this poetry is always about genius, maybe my poems are strong to say sorrow, but who said that if you haven't experienced something, you can't turn it into your own poetry?"

His words were extremely arrogant, and he actually compared himself to a genius, so he used this to prove that Zhuang Mohan's poetic inference before did not exist at all!

Hearing this, Zhuang Mohan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he said with a wry smile: "Could it be that Fan Gongzi can write wonderful words that have nothing to do with what happened to him anytime and anywhere?"

Seeing that the other party fell into his own calculations, Fan Xian smiled slightly, took a sip of the wine jug from the other party's table without any politeness, and looked at him quietly, but the drunkenness in his eyes gradually became stronger, and suddenly waved his green sleeves and drank three times in a row:

"Here comes the paper!"

"Molai!"

"Come!"

The intoxicating people drank three times, and everyone in the hall didn't understand what they meant, only the emperor still calmly instructed the palace maid to follow Fan Xian's instructions, and after a while, these were ready, and there was a large empty space in front of the hall, only a few inkstones, standing lonely and proud in the middle.

Fan Xian was a little unsteady, and reluctantly saluted His Majesty: "Borrow Your Majesty's pen eunuch." ”

Although the emperor didn't understand what he meant, he still sank his jaw slightly. A pen-wielding eunuch walked over to the table and sat down, laid out the white paper, and studied the pen and ink. Unexpectedly, Fan Xian forcibly endured the wine, shook his head and said, "One is not enough." ”

"Fan Xian, what are you messing around?" The prince, who was quite close to him, finally couldn't help but speak. But the Emperor still agreed to his request with a calm face, and a smile gradually appeared in his eyes, as if he had guessed what was about to happen.

Fan Xian glanced at Zhuang Mohan with a smile, his eyes were even more drunk, and he said to the three eunuchs who were waiting for him to write. "I read, you write, if you write slowly, and don't copy it, I won't write it a second time. ”

The three eunuchs became nervous for no apparent reason. Many people are speculating about what Fan Xian is going to do, how he can make the world believe that he is a real poet between Zhuang Mohan and him. It was not long after nightfall, and the late summer night breeze was not very cool, but the atmosphere in the field was somewhat similar to the drumming on the battlefield.

............“...... Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, chūn wind blows and grows...... The flowers are gradually charming, and the shallow grass can have no horseshoe...... The days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred lasts forever. ”

Without warning, without any brewing, Fan Xian blurted out a paragraph, all of which were written by Bai Juyi, and after a while, there were more than a dozen songs. He stood beside the book, his eyes looking at the night outside the palace, and kept reciting all the famous poems that he could remember in his strange brain, and several eunuchs waved their pens, but they could barely keep up with his speed.

Everyone was silent, savoring.

In the face of an endless stream of scheming and calculations, under strong pressure, he finally broke out at this time, and in his madness, he only cared about reciting the poems in his mind, neither caring if the eunuch remembered it, nor caring whether others understood it. The words of those words from the past life of the chewing incense continued to echo in the palace of Qingguo through his thin lips.

Zhuang Mohan's eyes gradually changed some very strangely.

And at first, the courtiers who were just watching the excitement were finally unable to help muttering in their hearts, they had never heard a single of these poems, but they were indeed wonderful sentences, could it be ...... It's all made by Fan Gongzi?

"Come late to the snow, you can drink a glass without ......" This is Bai Lotian drinking.

"You don't see ......" Next, it was Taibai's turn to drink.

"The shadow becomes a three-person ......" This is Taibai still drinking.

"But so that the host can get drunk...... "is still too white to drink."

"Those who abandon me will not be allowed to stay yesterday, and those who disturb my heart will be troubled today...... "This is too much liquor.

............ The people in the palace could no longer care about the crime of dereliction in front of the king, and gradually sat around Fan Xian, listening to the poems recited from his mouth, their faces full of shock and disbelief. How is a poem, everyone has ears, there are many geniuses in the world, but going back to ancient times, there will definitely not be such a scene as today.

I've seen someone write poetry, but I've never seen anyone write poetry like this! Writing poetry is definitely not moving Chinese cabbage in the vegetable field -- but countless poems that have never been cut off gushed out of Fan Xian's mouth, as if they don't need to think about it, what is the difference between carrying Chinese cabbage!

Although some of the sentences in these poems are strange, it is because the ministers did not know the allusions in that world, but the ministers were still shocked and frightened, these poems ...... The capital is a good product!

Fan Xian still didn't stop. The ministers looked at Fan Xian at this time, and their eyes began to become strange, and they felt that the young man in front of him was no longer a mortal world, but a celestial being. In addition to being frightened, the scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion, who had already sobered up, replaced the three eunuchs who were exhausted, and began to bury his head in copying these poems that were fleeting, and Lord Xiao Fan had said before that he would only say it once.

Fan Xian didn't know the scene around him, he still closed his eyes, his brain was spinning very fast, on the one hand, he was recalling these verses, and on the other hand, he was thinking about the action of staying for a while, if he let the ministers know that he still had time to think about other things at this time, I was afraid that it would be even more terrifying.

He felt that his mouth was a little thirsty, so he stretched out his hand to the air next to him, and the Taixue Master, who had already been interested, was bringing the wine over and carefully placing it in his hand, for fear of disturbing his feelings at this time.

From the gentleman in the Book of Poetry, to Gong Zizhen's Wanma Qi Zhe, the bright moonlight in the Tang Dynasty, the chūn river water in the Song Dynasty, Du Fu built a grass house, Su Dongpo boiled Huangzhou fish, Du Mu piáojì, Liu Sanbian also piáojì, Yuan Zhi once Canghai Bao Erǎi, Li Yi'an Jinse unprovoked Si Hua Nian, Ouyang Xiu Ai Sha's niece (this is an unjust case).

Fan Xian closed his eyes, took a sip of wine, and "composed" a poem, three pots of wine were exhausted, and three hundred poems came out!

In the vast palace, there seem to be countless lights and shadows flying, gradually condensing into a picture that only he can see clearly with his eyes closed, that is the poet of the previous life, the old handsome guy and the handsome guy in the previous life, singing lightly under the bamboo, basking on the bed, in the pavilion avenue this wind is happy, and crying on the riverside.

This is all in the previous life, all in Fan Xian's previous life, in this abrupt way, suddenly descended on the world of Qingguo and hit everyone's hearts. Fan Xian, with the help of thousands of ancient romantic figures in his previous life, was fighting Zhuang Mohan.

He opened his eyes suddenly, looking at Zhuang Mohan coldly, but it seemed to be looking at a world farther away.

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky. "Who can be more free and easy than Li Bai?

"The waves are exhausted, and the characters of the ages are merry. "Who can be more heroic than Su Shi?

"Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine. "Who can be more graceful than Li Qingzhao?

How can you defeat it with the strength of one person?

............ With a crisp sound, Zhuang Mohan's trembling hand finally couldn't hold the wine glass anymore, and the wine glass fell on the bluestone ground, turning into countless fragments.

Quiet, quiet.

I don't know how long it took, Fan Xian finally stopped this crazy performance, but the people in the main hall of the Qingguo Palace couldn't get rid of this kind of love for a while, and the bachelors and eunuchs who had changed several rounds woke up first, sat on the ground, stroked their sore right hand, and looked at Fan Xian with the eyes of a fairy.

Fan Xian drank too much, staggered to Zhuang Mohan, stretched out a finger and pointed at his nose, shook it, and said softly after burping:

"Commenting on the scriptures, I am not as good as you. Writing poetry is such a thing, you ...... Not as good as me. ”

The hall was still silent, so although this sentence was said very lightly, it clearly fell into the ears of everyone. At this time, the courtiers, of course, believe in this sentence very much, they have already thrown themselves into the ground for the poetic talent of Lord Xiao Fan, no matter how high Zhuang Mohan has, but if it is said that poetry and literature are together, all these people who listen to Fan Xian "recite" 300 ancient famous poems on the spot, in the future, it is impossible to believe that there will be people whose poetry is better than Fan Xian.

At this time, don't mention any plagiarism, everyone has long believed what Fan Xian said, there are so-called geniuses in the world, and they can write shocking poems without having to go through certain things. What was it just now? That's the means that only immortals in the poem can have! Copy your mb, attack your mb!

Since no one believes that Yi Fan Xian's talent still wants to copy poems, it is natural that Zhuang Mohan is lying. At this time, everyone in the palace looked at Zhuang Mohan and couldn't help but show disappointment, pity, and contempt, thinking that this generation of people had been famous for half their lives, but they were actually old and virtuous, and they were competing for fame with future generations.

Zhuang Mohan looked at Fan Xian, just like looking at a monster, his eyes showed a gloom, for some reason, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, covered his lips with his white sleeves, and spit blood.

His majesty looked at Fan Xian with a smile on his face, and said, "With this talent, why isn't it obvious?"

Fan Xian seemed to be drunk, looked back at His Majesty and said: "Poetry is a thing to cultivate feelings, not a skill to fight bravely. ”

This is a bit shameless to say, isn't he fighting bravely tonight? I saw that Fan Xian finally couldn't stop the smell of alcohol, and sat on the front steps of the palace, looking at Zhuang Mohan with slightly trembling lips, and muttered in his mouth: "I'm drunk and sleepy, go and fuck you." ”

Finally finished Li Taibai's last pose of the year, and Fan Xian fell into a drunken dream at the feet of Emperor Lao Tzu.