"Actually, even without this scroll, we can still see the clues. The last four sentences of this poem have a desolate meaning. If we hadn't experienced the ups and downs of life, how could we have written such an artistic conception."
"Mr. Ke Fan, how come you have such a sad state of mind when you are young and beautiful? A young man insists on being sad, but it is not enough to go too far." Zhuang Mohan said with a smile.
Everyone in the hall who had conflicts with Fan Xian had sneers on their faces, waiting to see how embarrassed Fan Xian would be in the end.
"Your Majesty, Fan Xian is so shameless in deceiving the world and stealing fame. Such behavior has really brought disgrace to the literati of our dynasty. I beg your Majesty to remove this thief from his fame, expel him from Kyoto, and never hire him again in this life." Guo Baokun hurriedly ran out. Kneel down and say.
Fan Xian really made this guy laugh.
"Young Master Guo, since I have disgraced Qingguo, why are you so happy?"
"Nonsense, I...I am indignant, and I am not ashamed to be with you."
Fan Xian smiled coldly and asked, "Mr. Zhuang wants to argue the truth in the palace. When did Mr. Guo know about it?"
Guo Baokun's eyes were a little dodgey, and he said with little confidence: "Of course I just found out about it just now."
"Then why did Mr. Guo categorically say that he would see me ruined today as soon as I arrived at the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests? Is it because Mr. Guo is able to figure it out or that he has been secretly colluding with Mr. Zhuang for a long time?"
"You, you, you...are nonsense! Can the secret communication song be used in this place?"
Sitting aside, Guo Shangshu, who resented the lack of steel, whispered angrily at this stupid son whose head seemed to have been caught in a door.
"Okay! How long has it been since you still pay attention to your words?"
After saying that, Guo Shangshu stood up and walked out and knelt down and said: "Your Majesty, Quanzi has always been at odds with Fan Xian, and the dispute between the two does not affect the overall situation. The key now is that in Fan Xian's poem, if he plagiarizes other people's poems, it should be taken seriously. Punishment. Otherwise, it will be difficult to calm the public opinion in the world."
"Master Shangshu is still very powerful. He hit the point where it hurts." Fan Xian said with a smile.
"Just speak honestly."
Fan Xian smiled nonchalantly and said, "Mr. Zhuang, you are right. I copied this poem."
As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes were the same.
"Mr. Fan, speaking out after knowing your fault is brave. Mr. Fan will become a great asset after this incident."
"Mr. Zhuang, please stop praising me. I copy poems for myself, and you copy poems for your teacher. We are evenly matched. You are not as straightforward as I am when it comes to speaking. This poem is a masterpiece of a young man. Written by Du Fu, an old poet from Lingye! It has nothing to do with your teacher. Mr. Zhuang deceives the world and steals his reputation for his master. He is really a model of respecting teachers."
Zhuang Mohan stroked his beard, leaned forward and said, "Poet Saint? What dynasty and generation did this Poet Saint come from? Did he ever leave a name in history?"
The drunken red cheeks showed a smile. Although he was drunk, he was not seriously affected. The extremely splendid admiration and longing in his eyes became stronger and stronger.
"He is not in this world. The world has not yet waited for him. Not only him, but many, many others have not yet arrived."
These words, spoken drunkenly today, made Fan Xian feel extremely comfortable at the moment.
"Do you know what you are talking about?" Guo Shangshu sneered.
"I not only know the poets, but also countless great figures in the literary world. None of them have ever been born, but I know their lives very well. From their birth to their death, their experiences and achievements are recorded in me like knives and axes. In the mind.”
"Today, let me use my words to let the world see the literary treasures they left behind in that world!"
After Fan Xian took a drink from the wine jar, he raised his finger to the sky and shouted: "If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and flows to the sea never to return."
"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and the morning is like blue silk and turns to snow at dusk. If you are proud of life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon. I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the gold is gone! . . . "
"When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do you know about the past? ... I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward."
"When will the bright moon come? I ask the blue sky with my wine. I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid that it will be too cold in the beautiful buildings and jade palaces. When I dance to clear my shadow, how can I feel like I am in the human world? ... ..”
"When I was drunk, I lit up the lamp to read the sword. I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company. Eight hundred miles away, my subordinates were burning, and fifty strings were heard outside the Great Wall. Autumn on the battlefield drew troops. The horse was flying fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt. The king's affairs in the world were over. Win fame during and after life. Misfortune happens in vain!”
"Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, the north wind blows the wild geese and the snow. Don't worry about the road ahead without friends, for no one in the world will know you."
"The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation. I feel the flowers splashing with tears, and hate the birds that are leaving. The war continues for three months, and letters from home are worth ten thousand gold. The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust."
"After a hard encounter, the stars are scattered all around. The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind is floating, and the life is ups and downs. The fear is on the beach, and I am alone in the ocean. No one has died since ancient times, and the loyalty is left to illuminate the history."
"Although the divine tortoise has a long life, it still has its time. The soaring snake rides on the mist, but it will eventually become ashes. The old man has his ambition to reach a thousand miles. The martyr's old age is full of ambition. The period of growth and shrinkage is not only in the sky. The blessing of nourishing happiness can lead to eternal life. .Fortunately, I sing to express my ambition."
"I never see the ancients before me, and I never see the newcomers after me. Thinking of the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears with sadness!"
... ...
Fan Xian walked for an hour before he wandered up to Zhuang Mohan, pointed at Zhuang Mohan and said, "How about it? These are the memories engraved in my mind, and they belong to them." None of us can take possession of this thing. Do you still dare to say that those four sentences were written by your teacher?"
"You, you! You made trouble by writing those four sentences on a picture scroll that was deliberately made old. You are confused."
"Your lifelong reputation has been ruined because of what happened today, and your teacher's reputation has also been ruined. You are a bad person!"
"Bah bang bang."
A burst of applause sounded from behind Fan Xian. Fan Xian looked back and saw Ying Zhu with a smile on his face, clapping his hands and nodding slightly to express his goodwill.
"These poems are indeed good, but Fan Xian's words are too bizarre and ridiculous. How could he know so many people's lives? Hiccup~" Guo Baokun said drowsily while burping from wine.
"What Fan Xian said is indeed bizarre, but if Fan Xian made up these people under the guise, then where do you think these poems came from?" The second prince stared at Guo Baokun with evil intentions and smiled.
"He must have written it himself... But even if he wrote these poems, it doesn't change that he didn't plagiarize the seven-character poem." Guo Baokun said.
The second prince angrily reprimanded: "Reciting casually is a famous saying throughout the ages. Why would such a person copy it? How could he bother to copy it!"
Fan Xian hunched over and placed his hands on the wine table in front of Zhuang Mohan. His eyes were blurred and he asked in a low voice: "Mr. Zhuang, you... who ordered you?"
