Film and TV: Traveling through countless worlds at the same time

After all, these things can be faked.

In this case, the worst that can happen is that everyone has their own opinion.

But now that Fan Xian has taken the initiative to admit it, things are different.

In this case, the charge of plagiarism would be established.

Not only the officials, but even Li Yunrui was slightly stunned. She couldn't understand Fan Xian's tactics.

Zhuang Mohan smiled and said, "Knowing one's mistakes and speaking frankly is a form of courage. Mr. Fan will surely become a great man after this incident."

Fan Xian smiled as he slowly walked towards Zhuang Mohan, his steps slightly unsteady.

"Don't rush to praise me, Mr. Zhuang. I copy poems for myself, and you copy poems for your teacher. We are both equally capable. To be honest, you are not as straightforward as me."

"This poem was written by the poet Du Fu, the Shaoling Ye Lao. It has nothing to do with your teacher. Mr. Zhuang, you are truly a model of respecting your teacher by mentioning that your teacher is deceiving the world and stealing his reputation!"

Zhuang Mohan laughed and said, "Poet Saint? Haha, what dynasty and era did you say this Poet Saint was from? If he was a Poet Saint, did he leave his name in history?"

Fan Xian said drunkenly, "He's not mentioned in history books because his poems come from another world, a world of great elegance and brilliant literary talent."

"Could it be the legendary fairyland?" Zhuang Moyi asked jokingly.

Everyone in the hall couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Fan Xian staggered and said, "It's not an exaggeration to say it's the fairyland."

"Have you been there?" Zhuang Mohan asked.

Fan Xian closed his eyes at this moment, his mind constantly recalling his past life, and then said with a look of nostalgia on his face.

"That is the picture in my dream, my remaining memory."

Li Yunrui sneered, "Fan Xian, are you saying that you traveled to the immortal realm in your dream and even came back with a poem?"

The mocking laughter in the hall grew even louder.

What a ridiculous thing.

This excuse is better than admitting that you copied it yourself.

"Your Majesty, Fan Xian's clever words are truly absurd. Such sophistry is a deception of the emperor. Please judge with your majesty!"

Li Yunrui immediately asked.

At this time, Fan Xian opened his eyes, slowly turned around, and asked Zhuang Mohan.

"Mr. Zhuang, does your teacher write a lot of poetry?"

Zhuang Mohan didn't understand why, but he still said, "My master has written many books."

Fan Xian asked, "Isn't that a lot of unknowns?"

Zhuang Mohan said, "Throughout history, few people know the poem I just showed you."

Fan Xian smiled happily and said to the princess.

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

The next moment, the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground. He then walked to the side, picked up a wine jar, and shouted loudly.

"Paper!"

After hearing this, several eunuchs from the palace immediately appeared and laid out the paper.

"Mo is coming!"

The ground ink was also placed on the table.

Eunuch Hou, who was beside Emperor Qing, said immediately.

"Master Fan, if you would like to compose a poem, I, this old servant, would be willing to copy it for you."

Fan Xian smiled, raised his head, and drank most of the wine in the jar in his hand in one gulp.

Li Yunrui said disdainfully, "Master Fan, are you planning to compose two or three more poems on the spur of the moment to prove that they were all memorized from the immortal realm?"

Fan Xian smiled at her with the same disdain: "You don't know, that memory is as deeply engraved in my mind as a knife or an axe. I remember every word I read, every book I read, exactly as it was. It's all vivid and clear."

Li Yunrui sneered, "Do you know what you're talking about? Are you crazy?"

But just as she finished speaking, Fan Xian suddenly slammed the wine jar in his hand to the ground, then staggered forward two steps, raised his hand and pointed to the sky, and immediately recited.

"Have you not seen the water of the Yellow River come from the sky! It rushes to the sea and never returns. Have you not seen the white hair in the mirror of the hall, which was black in the morning and turned white in the evening? When life is happy, you should enjoy it to the fullest, and don't let the golden cup face the moon in vain. I was born with talents that will be useful, and I will get them back even if I spend all my money."

The Immortal Poet Li Bai's "Drinking Song" challenges!

Here it comes. Here it comes.

Lu Xiao's eyes suddenly lit up; the famous scene he had been waiting for had finally arrived.

I have to say, Fan Xian's memory is indeed amazing.

He is indeed a man who can memorize the entire Red Mansion.

After the song "Song of the Wine" ended, everyone in the hall was dumbfounded.

There are some poems in this world that even a person without any literary talent can recognize as masterpieces that will be passed down through the ages upon hearing them.

"Song of the Wine" is such a poem.

This poem is enough to start the poem and capture people's heart.

Then comes the second song.

"When will the spring flowers and autumn moon end? How much do I know about the past? How much sorrow can you have? It is like the spring water of the (good Li Zhao) River flowing eastward."

Li Houzhu's last poem "Yu Meiren" asks for a fight!

Then comes the third one.

"When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the blue sky. I wonder what year it is in the palace of heaven. I want to ride the wind to go there, but I am afraid the jade buildings are too high up and cold. I dance with my shadow, how can it feel like I am in the human world?"

The poet Su Shi's "Water Melody Song" challenges!

The fourth song.

"Drunk, I look at my sword by lamplight, I dream of blowing the horn in the camp, eight hundred miles of troops divided, fifty strings of music echoing from beyond the frontier, the battlefield in autumn is reviewing the troops."

Xin Qiji, the dragon in the poem, "Pozhenzi", asks for battle!

Then comes the fifth, sixth, and seventh

Fan Xian recited one masterpiece after another, and the hall was now silent.

Except for Li Yunrui's increasingly ugly expression.

The rest of the people were filled with shock and disbelief.

Because any of these poems, any one of them, is not inferior to the previous one "Climbing the Heights".

This is the power of nine-year compulsory education.

Chapter 241

There are many elegant things in the world.

Listening to poetry and drinking wine are definitely at the top of the list.

Especially, listening to the ancient quatrains is an incomparable enjoyment.

Honestly, everyone present today must have had great merit from their ancestors.

The other world has at least five thousand years of civilization, and any of these ancient quatrains, if taken out and placed in the present world, would be a dimensionality-reducing blow.

Being able to hear so much at the same time is already a blessing.

Even Lu Xiao felt that the wine in his mouth became more mellow and sweet.

As for the others, they were all dumbfounded and speechless.

Emperor Qing's expression was quite amusing at the moment, a touch of disbelief in the difference, but also a touch of pride.

Lu Xiao guessed that he must be thinking: "What the hell am I going to give birth to?"

After a long time, the sound of poetry recitation gradually faded away, and Fan Xian seemed to be tired.

He turned around and asked Eunuch Xiang.

"Is it over a hundred?"

Eunuch Hou replied immediately with a proud smile on his face.

"Over a hundred, long ago over a hundred, Master Fan!"

The old eunuch was so happy at this moment.

What happened today will surely be passed down through the ages.

He had initially volunteered to copy it for Fan Xian.

If nothing unexpected happens, his name will also be recorded in history along with the story of Fan Xian writing a hundred drunken poems.

This is the lifelong pursuit of countless scholars.

But he, a eunuch, achieved it so easily.

How could he not be happy?

If the scene wasn't so inappropriate, Eunuch Hou would have wanted to stand up and shout a few words.

The appearance of a quatrain that has been passed down through the ages shattered the doubts of everyone present.

If anyone still suspects Fan Xian of plagiarism at this moment, they are the most foolish of fools.

Looking at Fan Xian again, after hearing Eunuch Hou say a hundred, he gently waved his hand.

"A hundred is enough. Let's stop here for today."

As he spoke, he staggered in front of Zhuang Mohan and bent down to look him in the eye.

"I am not as good as you in annotating scriptures and interpreting texts, you are not as good as me in reciting poems, I am not as good as you in being a great writer, and you are not as good as me in being a human being."

After he finished speaking, he fell back and lay directly on the ground.

"I'm drunk and want to sleep, so go, go, go, go!"

After spending the entire night drunkenly reciting poetry, Fan Xian finally managed to come up with an original line.

But when this original line reached Zhuang Mohan's ears, it caused him more harm than all the previous poems combined.

He was trembling all over, and the next moment he spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the table.

"Mr. Zhuang! Mr. Zhuang!"

The officials of the Northern Qi delegation immediately panicked.

Seeing this, Emperor Qing immediately prepared to leave.

He had to leave. If Zhuang Mohan died of anger in front of him, it would be a big deal if the news got out.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared beside Zhuang Mohan.

Then all the Northern Qi officials who were about to approach Zhuang Mohan stopped in their tracks.

Because an invisible barrier appeared in front of them.

After seeing the man's figure clearly, the Northern Qi official immediately shouted.

"Master Lu, calm down!"

That's right, the person coming is Lu Xiao.

The Northern Qi officials thought Lu Xiao was angry because Zhuang Mohan had framed Fan Xian.

At the same time, Emperor Qing, who had already stood up, sat down again.

A Grandmaster wouldn't normally strike easily, so he wanted to observe Lu Xiao's methods closely.

But he'll soon regret not leaving now.

Lu Xiao ignored the cries of the Northern Qi officials and instead gently raised his hand and passed a gentle stream of Qi towards the unconscious Zhuang Mohan.

Zhuang Mohan is old. If he is not saved now, he will not live long after today.

There aren't many people in this world that Lu Xiao admires, and Zhuang Mohan is one of them.

So he didn't want Zhuang Mohan to leave too early.