I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 77 Famous scene, Fan Xian drunkenly recites poetry
Li Yunrui and Zhuang Mohan sang the same tune, Guo Youzhi and Guo Baokun and his son jointly sued. Fan Xian was not panicked at all. He recalled the brief confrontation with Guo Baokun and his son when he first entered the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, seized the loopholes in Guo Baokun's words, and fought back with a few words.

Above, the second brother turned his head slightly to look at Li Chengzong and asked in a low voice, "Third brother, do you think Fan Xian's poems were copied?"

Ok?
The second brother did not participate in Li Yunrui’s plan?

If he was not there, why would he propose that Fan Xian host the Spring Examination?

Could it be that the Second Brother is planning to trip up Fan Xian at next year's Spring Examination?
According to the plot, before Fan Xian went on the diplomatic mission to Northern Qi, the second brother was indeed nice to Fan Xian, and judging from the second brother's personality, he was definitely aiming to win over Fan Xian in the early days. Was it really a coincidence that he suggested that Fan Xian preside over the Spring Examination?

Li Chengzong's mind raced, he looked back and chuckled, "I don't know whether Fan Xian plagiarized, but Zhuang Mohan must have framed Fan Xian."

Li Chengze said "oh" to express his confusion.

"How can you be sure that Zhuang Mohan is framing Fan Xian?"

Li Chengzong glanced at the manuscript brought by Zhuang Mohan and said lightly: "Zhuang Mohan is not good at making it look old."

With his vision, he could easily find that the manuscript brought by Zhuang Mohan had obvious signs of aging. The poems on the manuscript were written less than half a month ago. Since Zhuang Mohan said that it was written by his teacher, it must be at least ten years old. Any appraisal master could prove that Zhuang Mohan was lying.

The second one understood and was about to speak, but Fan Xian below had already taken the initiative to admit that he had plagiarized the poems. He even turned around and ridiculed Zhuang Mohan for copying poems for his teacher. The two of them were exactly the same, and Zhuang Mohan was not as straightforward as Fan Xian.

When Fan Xian said that the one who climbed the heights was the old man of Shaoling, the great poet Du Fu, there were voices of doubt in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests. Only Li Chengzong smiled slightly and took a sip of wine leisurely.

In a strange world, hearing a familiar name from someone else's mouth, even if you already know the plot, there is still a strange feeling.

Naturally, Fan Xian could not say that he had traveled through time, so he described the world in his memory as a world of great elegance and brilliant literature, and then Zhuang Mohan secretly mocked it as the fairyland, causing everyone to laugh loudly.

The irony in Zhuang Mohan's words and actions was so strong that Li Chengzong frowned. His current mentality was like the kind of person who could say that my school was bad, but others couldn't say that my school was bad.

Fan Xian did not refute, but accepted the ridicule of the crowd, saying that compared with this world, the world in his memory was no exaggeration to say it was the fairyland, which prompted Guo Youzhi to refute and accuse Fan Xian of deceiving the emperor.

"Who said I only memorized one song in my dream?"

Fan Xian laughed loudly, threw away the wine glass in his hand, picked up a wine jar, and shouted: "Paper, ink!"

The eunuch Hou beside Emperor Qing was very excited. He stepped forward and said with a smile, "Master Fan, if you want to write a poem, I am willing to copy it for you."

Fan Xian naturally wouldn't say anything.

Guo Youzhi, who had returned to his seat, said disdainfully, "Master Fan, do you want to write two or three more poems on the spur of the moment to prove that they were all seen from the fairyland?"

At this time, Fan Xian had drunk a lot of wine, his face was red, and he was holding the wine jar unsteadily. He looked at Guo Youzhi and said, "You don't know, that memory is like a knife and an axe, engraved in my mind. Every word I have seen and every book I have read, I remember it exactly and vividly."

Guo Youzhi didn't understand, and neither did anyone else. Even Fan Xian himself didn't know the reason. In the entire Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, only Li Chengzong understood. An ordinary time traveler, like him, even if he possessed powerful mental powers, could not remember the events of his previous life so clearly. However, Fan Xian's "rebirth through time travel" was different. He implanted a memory into the baby's mind, just like a computer stores data.

That's why, as he said, it was engraved in his mind like a knife or an axe, and he couldn't forget it even if he wanted to.

Facing Guo Youzhi's questioning, Fan Xian said nothing, but smashed the wine jar in his hand, walked to the front of the hall drunkenly, and recited poems in an unrestrained manner under the gaze of everyone.

"Have you not seen that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns? Have you not seen that the white hair in the mirror of the hall is sad, it was black in the morning and turned into snow in the evening. When life is happy, you should enjoy it to the fullest, and don't let the golden cup face the moon empty..."

"When will the spring flowers and autumn moon end? How much do we know about the past..."

"...I don't know what year it is in the palace of heaven. I want to ride the wind back, but I'm afraid it's too cold up there in the jade buildings..."

"I look at my sword by lamplight while drunk, and dream of blowing the horn in the camp..." "…………"

"…Don't worry that there are no friends in the world, because everyone in the world knows you!"

"........."

Fan Xian, reciting poems and drinking at the same time, chanted out classic poems one after another.

Eunuch Hou and several other eunuchs kept recording the poems that Fan Xian recited without even taking a break.

As for the other people in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, except Li Chengzong, everyone was shocked by Fan Xian's talent. They looked at Fan Xian, who was drunk and reciting poetry, with disbelief on their faces. Even Li Yunrui and Zhuang Mohan were silent.

As for Li Chengzong, he drank the wine and ate the food leisurely, thinking in his mind that Li Bai's poems written after drinking hundreds of cups of wine were probably no more than this. It was a pity that Fan Xian copied the ancient poems, so they lacked some flavor after all.

Following the last line of "Song of Climbing the Tower in Youzhou", thinking of the vastness of the universe, he was alone and shed tears. After finishing reading it, Fan Xian greeted his eunuch with a red face.

"Is it over a hundred?"

Eunuch Hou's face was full of joy, "Oh, Master Fan, you are already over 100 years old."

"so be it."

Fan Xian waved his hands. He was already drunk and had no desire to continue reciting the scriptures.

At this time, Guo Baokun was also drunk and completely unconscious. He smiled foolishly and said, "There is no such thing as a fairyland in this world."

"If there is no fairyland, where do these poems come from?" asked the second brother.

"He must have written it himself."

Guo Baokun burped and found that the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests was quiet. He regained consciousness and hurriedly explained, "Even if all these poems were written by him, even if he wrote thousands or tens of thousands of them, it cannot prove that he did not plagiarize the seven-character poem."

"The person who can recite famous lines from memory is the one who has been passed down through the ages. Why would we bother to copy such a person?" the second brother asked loudly.

Everyone in the hall nodded subconsciously, because what the second brother said was exactly what everyone thought.

Fan Xian staggered to Zhuang Mohan, propped himself up on the table, pointed at him and said, "I am not as good as you in annotating scriptures and explaining texts, and you are not as good as me in reciting poems. I am not good enough to be a great writer, and you are not good enough to be a human being."

Faced with Fan Xian's ridicule, Zhuang Mohan's mind was greatly shocked, and even the hand holding the wine glass was shaking.

Fan Xian fell down drunk, mumbling to himself: "I'm drunk and want to sleep, you go away, fuck you."

As soon as these words came out, Zhuang Mohan felt as if he had been hit hard. In a fit of rage, the wine glass in his hand fell to the table with a clink, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out.

For a time, the scene was chaotic.

"Ah~"

Li Chengzong sighed, flashed in front of Zhuang Mohan, and used his true energy to heal Zhuang Mohan's injuries.

Emperor Qing did not stop him. He stood up and left the dragon table. Then he paused, looked at Li Chengzong, then looked at Fan Xian, and left with a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)