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

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 was leaning on the skew, 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 she 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.

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After a long time.

His Majesty's brows furrowed, you must know that plagiarism is a very serious accusation, if Zhuang Mohan has nothing to rely on, he will not 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 his boss's son-in-law, Guo Baochong, and was not afraid to reveal who the villain he was talking about.

Zhuang Mohan raised his head, his eyes full of wisdom. There was a trace of complicated emotions: "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 light of day again, and the old man 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 valued the cultivation of the heart and virtue, and the words of the article were originally the last way. The old man's love is like his life. I didn't want to break this matter rashly, so I originally came to Qingguo to see Gongzi as a person, but Fan Gongzi didn't know how to repent, but he was even better. ”

Fan Xian almost lost his laughter, thinking shameless, shameless, but others couldn't laugh, and the atmosphere in front of the hall had already become very depressing. If this matter is true, don't say that Fan has no face to enter the officialdom after being idle, and even the face of the entire Qingguo court will be lost.

The scholars of the world are all solemn and moralistic. I can't afford to be suspicious. What's more, Zhuang Mohan said that it was made by his own teacher, with the heart of the world's corporal respecting the teacher. It is equivalent to using the teacher's character as proof, who dares 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 period of embarrassment, scholar Shu 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, 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 is also brilliant, 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, he didn't even dare to say anything, he couldn't care about His Majesty's cold eyes anymore, and retreated honestly. 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 Fan Xian would be difficult 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, Zhuang Mohan could only hear Zhuang Mohan's slightly old and incomparably stable voice of poetry interpretation: "Thousands of miles of sad autumn, how cool is it? More than a hundred years of illness, it is the ancestor of the wind and candle in his last years to climb alone, the surging river, full of desolation...... Fan Gongzi is still young, I don't know how to solve the more than 100 years of illness?"

Zhuang Mo Hanjin said that everyone felt more and more that such a poem could not be 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 had lung disease in his later years, so he couldn't drink alcohol." Therefore, the word "new stop" was used. ”

As soon as these words came out, the ministers of Qingguo finally deflated, that piece of paper was not needed at all, and only said these unexplained questions. Fan Xian's charge of plagiarism is 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 stood up, looked at Zhuang Mohan with a smile, and slowly lowered his palm, he really admired it in his heart, who is this Mr. Zhuang's teacher. Naturally, no one knew, but the other party was able to deduce from this poem the scene around Lao Du's body. The disease he contracted really deserves the title of the first master of literature in the world.

However, Fan Xian knew that the other party was framing him 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 face, and he said with a drunken smile: "Mr. Zhuang didn't even want the face of the commander today, I really don't know what made Mr. clear his name regardless of the past." ”

Others thought that he had suffered from madness after being exposed. The words were already getting unbearable, and they all frowned. The queen softly ordered the people around her to call the guards in, so as not to cause anything sensational. Unexpectedly, His Majesty the Emperor waved his hand coldly. Let everyone listen to Fan Xian's words.

Fan staggered out, his eyes full of amusement and disdain. He shouted, "Wine!"

The palace maid in the rear didn't dare to step forward when she saw him with a crazy look, but some ministers had always felt unfair for Fan Xian, and only then did she hold a wine jar of about two catties and send it to Fan Xian.

"Thank you!" Fan Xian laughed, smashed the wine pot to seal the mud, raised the pot 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 drunk a lot today, and at this time, he was in a hurry to drink, 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 as a last resort, he was in a big trouble today, 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 also copied this poem." ”

"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 ignorant, so he can't be sick for more than 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 I had a rare opportunity to vent the depression that had been accumulated for a long time, Fan Xian's clean and dusty face suddenly had a little more crazy look.

"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 previous poetic theory and inference 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 he suddenly waved his green sleeves. Drink three times in a row:

"Here comes the paper!"

"Molai!"

"Come!"

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

Fan Xian was a little unsteady, and reluctantly saluted His Majesty: "Use Your Majesty to write eunuchs." ”

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 had a calm face and granted his request. But 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, you don't copy it. I'm not going to 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 in the evening. The late summer night breeze isn't very cool. But the atmosphere in the arena was somewhat similar to the drums on the battlefield.

......

“...... Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and the spring breeze blows and grows again...... The flowers are gradually charming to the eye, and the asakusa 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 next to the book, looking at the **night* (forbidden books, please delete)* (forbidden books, please delete) 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 almost couldn't keep up with his speed.

Everyone was silent, savoring.

In the face of endless conspiracies 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 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?

"If you want snow in the evening, you can drink a glass of ......" 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 stay on the day of yesterday, and those who disturb my heart will have a lot of troubles and worries on today...... this is too much white wine.

......

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 someone write poetry like this! Writing poetry is definitely not moving big vegetables 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 moving 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 turned 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 had time to think about other things at this time. I'm afraid it will 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 over the wine and carefully placing it in his hand. For fear of disturbing his mood at this time.

From the gentleman in the Book of Poetry, to Gong Zizhen's Ten Thousand Horses, the bright moonlight in the Tang Dynasty, the Chunjiang wood in the Song Dynasty, Du Fu built a grass house, Su Dongpo boiled Huangzhou fish, Du Mu prostitutes, Mei Sanbian also prostitutes, and Yuan Zhen once wrapped the second wife in the sea. Li Yi'an Jinse thought about Hua Nian for no reason, and Ouyang Xiu loved his 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 seemed to be countless lights and shadows flying. It gradually condensed into a picture that he could only see clearly with his eyes closed, that was the poet of the previous life, the old handsome guy and the handsome guy in the previous life, singing softly under the bamboo, basking on the bed, in the pavilion avenue, the wind was happy, and the river was weeping.

This is all the capital world, all the things 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 countless ancient and 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 Wei?

"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 emotion 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 Xiao Fan's poetic talent, no matter how high Zhuang Mohan's reputation is, but if it is said that poetry and literature are together, all these people who listen to Fan Xian's "recitation" of 300 ancient famous poems on the spot will no longer be able 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 didn't expect to be old and lose virtue and compete 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 don't you show it on weekdays?"

Fan Xian seemed to be drunk, looked back at His Majesty and said: "Poetry is a thing to cultivate sentiment, 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 complaining about the wine, and sat on the steps in front of the palace, looking at Zhuang Mohan whose lips were trembling slightly, 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 Laozi.