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Emperor Qing had sensed something was wrong, so he followed Zhuang Mohan's words.

"Mr. Zhuang is absolutely right. We should be extremely cautious about the Spring Examination."

Even his speech speed slowed down a bit.

At this moment, Li Yunrui slowly stood up and bowed slightly to Emperor Qing.

After seeing her actions, Emperor Qing closed his eyes impatiently.

He immediately knew that Li Yunrui had no good intentions.

But Emperor Qing was sometimes helpless against this crazy sister.

In the end, all he could do was listen to Li Yunrui slowly speaking to Zhuang Mohan.

"Mr. Zhuang, you have a deep understanding of both ancient and modern times. I have always admired you, but I disagree with what you just said. Although I am a woman with limited knowledge, I have read Fan Xian's seven-character poem. He is very young, and just from this poem alone, I can see that he has great talent. What you just said is subtly directed at Fan Xian. Are you worried that this young man will surpass you and become more famous than you in the future?"

At first glance, this sounds like he's helping Fan Xian, but anyone with a keen eye can tell that this is actually setting a trap for him.

Zhuang Mohan asked, "Are you talking about the poem 'Climbing the Heights'?"

Li Yunrui continued provocatively, "Exactly. May I ask, sir, which poem can surpass Fan Xian's seven-character verse?"

Emperor Qing finally grew angry at this point, slamming his chopsticks on the table again and shouting, "Yun Rui, please don't be so rude in front of the palace."

After hearing this, Li Yunrui shut up and returned to his seat.

Anyway, her goal was to bring the topic to Fan Xian's poems, and now she has achieved it.

Emperor Qing then said to Zhuang Mohan, "Sir, you are a man of many talents. You don't need to worry about these words."

Zhuang Mohan nodded, then began to recite slowly.

"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the monkeys are howling sadly, the white birds are flying back to the clear sand."

"The endless fallen leaves rustle down, while the endless Yangtze River rolls on."

"A thousand miles away in sorrowful autumn, I am always a guest. A hundred years of illness and a hundred years of illness, I am alone on the stage."

"Hardship and bitterness have turned my hair white, and I have just put down my muddy wine cup in my destitution."

"What a wonderful poem! I have written poems all my life, but none of them can compare to this one."

Zhuang Mohan's tone was filled with emotion.

Li Yunrui interrupted again, "So Mr. Zhuang is willing to admit defeat?"

Zhuang Mohan said, "The first four lines of this poem are excellent."

"But everyone says the most essential part of this poem is the last four lines," Li Yunrui said.

Zhuang Mohan said, "The last four lines are naturally quatrains."

Then he shook his head slightly and said, "Alas, but unfortunately, that was not written by Mr. Fan."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the hall showed shock on their faces.

It was not written by Fan Xian.

Does that mean he plagiarized?

Plagiarism?

This is the most despicable thing in the literary world.

If this were true, Fan Xian's reputation would be completely ruined.

Ruin is inevitable.

If someone else said it, people might not believe it.

But since it was Zhuang Mohan who said this, everyone fell into silence.

Next, Zhuang Mohan asked his attendant to take out a handwritten letter.

He then publicly testified that the last four lines of the poem were written by his long-deceased master.

After the physical evidence was found, the expressions of the people present changed again and again.

Finally, Emperor Qing saw this and asked Fan Xian.

"Fan Xian, do you have anything to say?"

Fan Xian sat in his seat, still eating non-stop, and then spoke aloud.

"Mr. Zhuang, your master's surname is Du?"

Zhuang Mohan shook his head and said, "No."

Fan Xian said disdainfully, "Then it's fine."

After saying that, he drank a large glass of wine.

Zhuang Mohan said, "Even without the handwriting, I can still see the clues. The last four lines of this poem convey a sense of desolation and desolation. Without having experienced the ups and downs of life, how could one have achieved such a mood? And Mr. Fan, with his youthful glory, how could he have such a melancholy state of mind? It's a shame for a young man to pretend to be sad, but too much is as bad as too little."

This is true.

If it were an ordinary person, there would be no problem.

But who made Fan Xian a cheater?

At this time, someone else stood up impatiently.

"His Majesty!"

The person who came was Guo Baokun.

"Your Majesty, Fan Xian is a deceitful and shameless person. His actions have completely disgraced the scholars of our dynasty. I implore Your Majesty to strip this thief of his honors, expel him from the capital, and never employ him again."

What Guo Baokun said was filled with righteous indignation.

But then, a laugh suddenly came from the hall.

"Puchi~~"

Obviously, he couldn't hold back his laughter.

It's really disrespectful that someone could laugh out loud in such a serious situation.

Everyone immediately searched for the source of the laughter.

Then everyone saw Lu Xiao covering his mouth, his shoulders shaking.

Okay, it's alright.

Emperor Qing then asked, "What's the matter? Master Lu, do you have something to say?"

Lu Xiao shook his head and said, "No, you guys continue, I just found it a little funny."

"Oh, what's so funny?" Emperor Qing asked.

Lu Xiao said, "Of course what you just said is funny. What kind of fame does Fan Xian have?"

When everyone heard this, they were slightly stunned.

Then I realized that it was really like that.

As soon as these words came out, Emperor Qing's eyes suddenly lit up.

That's right, Fan Xian never had any achievements.

If he has no achievements, it means he is not a scholar.

Since he is not a scholar, the charge of plagiarism does not seem as serious as imagined.

Lu Xiao had never expected that his words would actually give Emperor Qing an idea.

He really just wanted to laugh.

No other ideas.

At this time, Guo Baokun's father Guo Youzhi stood up.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. My son and Lord Fan have a personal grudge. He just said these words simply to get back at Lord Fan. I have failed to educate my son well. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

When these words came out, Guo Baokun was stunned.

He looked at Guo Youzhi with an expression of disbelief.

Isn't that what we said before?

Dad, what's wrong with you? If you're being threatened, can you just blink?

"Father"

Guo Baokun was about to speak.

Guo Youzhi stood up and kicked him hard.

"Shut up, you rebellious son! How did your father teach you? You framed your colleagues for a mere personal grudge. Today, in front of His Majesty, I will beat you to death, you bastard!"

While I was talking, my feet didn't listen.

What a miserable word.

Guo Youzhi was unwilling to do so either.

But it won’t work if you don’t do this.

After fighting for a while, Emperor Qing finally spoke.

"Stop it! If you want to teach the child a lesson, go home and teach him slowly. It's not proper to do it in public!"

Although the tone was harsh, Guo Youzhi felt relieved after hearing this.

Since Emperor Qing had told him to go home and learn, that meant that Guo Baokun's complaint was over.

Chapter 240 Fan Xian's Hundred Drunken Poems

Ever since Guo Youzhi heard Master Lu San (Four) Qiu Qi II II's words at the main hall gate, he had been feeling uneasy.

This uneasiness reached its peak after Lu Xiao took the initiative to reveal that he was a Grandmaster.

Finally, he hesitated for a long time before making the decision to change sides.

He planned to take a gamble.

All that led to the picture just now.

But he switched sides, leaving Li Yunrui and Zhuang Mohan somewhat bewildered.

Zhuang Mohan subconsciously glanced at Li Yunrui.

"Isn't he yours?"

The meaning in his eyes was clear.

Li Yunrui wanted to tear Guo Youzhi into pieces, but he couldn't show it too obviously.

I can only sulk in secret.

Originally, according to the plan, it should have been Guo Youzhi who stepped forward to challenge Fan Xian.

Now it seems that she can only take action on her own.

So she stood up again.

"Your Majesty, whether Guo Baokun and Fan Xian have any personal grudges is actually irrelevant. The key point now is that since Fan Xian's poem is plagiarized, he should be severely punished. Otherwise, it will be difficult to appease the public outcry."

Fan Xian below took another big sip of wine.

"The eldest princess is truly amazing. She hit the nail on the head with just one sentence."

Li Yunrui said, "I'm just speaking the truth."

This time, Fan Xian picked up his wine glass, slowly stood up, and walked towards Zhuang Mohan.

"Mr. Zhuang, you are right. I did copy this poem."

When these words came out, all the officials were shocked.

"Ah! It's really copied!"

Although most people believed Zhuang Mohan's words.

But in any case, this is just his one-sided statement.

Even if there was that so-called handwritten letter, as long as Fan Xian refused to acknowledge it, no one could do anything to him.