Celebrate the world of the rest of the world.

As time passed, officials from the Honglu Temple and the Ministry of Rites were successively in place in the Hall of Prayer for Youth.

Fan Xian sat together with Xin Qiwu, who had worked together before, and chatted in a low voice.

A moment later, a gray-haired old man walked into the hall with a teenager.

The old man had a unique aura of a literati. His steps were not fast but very steady. He was Zhuang Mohan, the Emperor Wenzong of Northern Qi.

When the officials saw Zhuang Mohan enter the hall, they stood up and saluted Zhuang Mohan to express their respect.

Zhuang Mohan is a master of Northern Qi literature and is highly respected by the world. Even in Nanqing, he is highly respected by civil servants.

Zhuang Mohan sat down, and the book boy put down the book box on his back, bowed and left the hall.

Shortly after Shutong left, the eunuch eunuch shouted, "Your Majesty is here."

"Long live my emperor."

The officials stood up to worship.

Emperor Qing, who was wearing a dragon robe, sat upright on the dragon throne and slowly raised his hand: "Everyone is flat, take your seat."

"Thank you Your Majesty!!!"

The officials stood up and took their seats.

“Cheap~”

With the summons from Eunuch Hou, a group of beautiful palace maids served on the table with various delicacies.

After Emperor Qing moved the chopsticks, the ministers moved the chopsticks.

Fan Xian didn't like these court etiquettes and began to eat voraciously, regardless of his image, and seemed to be unique.

The eldest princess Li Yunrui has a very elegant appearance, but she knows that there are group members watching.

At this time, the second prince Li Chengze, who had an alpaca hairstyle, stood up, came to Emperor Qing, and knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, I have something to say."

"explain."

Emperor Qing said lightly.

The second prince said: "Fan Xian is very literary, so his son admires his poetry. Recently, he heard that when negotiating with Northern Qi, he is neither humble nor arrogant, and he is suitable for great use."

Emperor Qing casually plucked the chopsticks: "Tell me directly."

The second prince thought for a while and said, "It is better for Fan Xian to be the subject of the scientific examination in the spring exam next year. A young talented man will give some of the candidates in the world and record them in history, and may make a good story."

"Although Fan Xian is famous, he is still very experienced."

Emperor Qing was as deep as abyss, and he knew very well that the second prince wanted to win over Fan Xian, but this was not what Emperor Qing wanted to see. What he cared about was the temple, and Fan Xian had to approach Sean.

Prince Li Chengqian glanced at the eldest princess, stood up and came to Emperor Qing to kneel down: "Your Majesty, although Fan Xian has little talent, his talent cannot be hidden. My son's advice is followed, and Fan Xian will preside over the spring examination meeting."

Fan Xian looked at the two princes and felt that the other party was not at ease.

The officials in the hall were talking a lot. Fan Xianzi came to Kyoto. Because of the royal treasury, he was successively attracted by the crown prince and the second prince, causing a lot of trouble.

Some time ago, at the Prince's Poetry Conference, Fan Xian used a poem "Climbing the High" to make all the talented men have no poems. In addition, the recently popular "Red Building" has made everyone sought after by their families in various provinces, and they have become a household name.

When a person is famous, there are many troubles, and some people praise him, and some people are jealous.

Emperor Qing took all the reactions of the ministers below and said, "There are still some days before the Spring Examination. I will settle at that time. You all go down."

Emperor Qing spoke, but the prince and the second prince were unwilling to accept it, but they could only obey the order and retreat.

At this time, Zhuang Mohan, who was beside him, suddenly spoke and asked Emperor Qing: "Your Majesty, is that young man Fan Xian?"

"Mr. Zhuang also knows Fan Xian?"

Emperor Qing looked at Zhuang Mohan and glanced at Li Yunrui without a trace.

Just by intuition, he knew that Li Yunrui and Zhuang Mohan had reached some kind of agreement.

He didn't care about Li Yunrui's actions, because Emperor Qing thought that everything was under control. Although Li Yunrui did a lot of extraordinary things, as long as it did not hinder his plan, he could do nothing.

Li Yunrui looked at Emperor Qing and just smiled slightly. She now knew what kind of person Emperor Qing was, and even had those trump cards.

On the contrary, Emperor Qing's impression of her was still at the original stage, which was very beneficial to Li Yunrui.

Now Li Yunrui is interacting with the members of the chat group. The farce in front of him is the gift she prepared for Fan Xian. Everything is being performed according to her script. This feeling is really wonderful.

In the live broadcast room.

General Zhenbei: Emperor Qing is one of the four great masters. He doesn’t seem very powerful, so he has reached level three.

The eldest princess: I can't compare to General Xiahou.

Jiang Yuyan: In fact, Emperor Qing is top in this world, both mental, martial arts and calculations. If Fan Xian had not had the halo of the protagonist, he would probably be Emperor Qing!

Captain Awei: Now the eldest princess is the person who is planning. Should I buy more guns and launch a coup directly? Wouldn't it be a pleasure to be the empress?

Jiang Yuyan: The captain thought the problem too simply. This is a feudal society. It is not easy for a woman to be an emperor.

Scar: If you have any difficulties, as long as you give points, I will drive a spaceship to support you. If anyone doesn’t accept it, I will pull it out and peel it off and pluck it.

The hero who is interested: What are these people saying? I don’t understand!

The eldest princess:...

The group members all read the memory copies of other group members and knew something about "Qing Yu Nian".

But everyone handles problems differently.

For example, Jiang Yuyan, she is good at calculating and doing things step by step.

Scar likes to go straight, have developed limbs and simple minds.

As for Saitama, he is an island native who doesn't understand Chinese and has a black question mark on his face.

Ning Que didn't say anything, and sang the melon seeds and Coke silently.

Celebrate the world of the rest of the world.

Zhuang Mohan began to recite poems:

"The wind is strong, the sky is high, the apes are roaring, and the sand is clear and the birds fly back.

The endless fallen trees are rustling down, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling.

I am always a guest in the miserable autumn of thousands of miles, and I have been on stage for more than a hundred years.

The hardships and bitterness of the frost of the hair, the new wine glass was stopped."

"What a good poem. I have written a poem that I have never compared to."

Zhuang Mohan spoke up and then looked at Fan Xian and began to get angry: "This poem is indeed a quatrain for the ages. What a pity, it was not written by Mr. Fan."

Fan Xian was a little proud at first, but when he heard it, he was shocked, because this poem was indeed not written by him, but written by Du Fu, the old Du Fu of Shaolingye in his memory. He was just copying... Bah, he was a literary porter.

Logically speaking, there is no Du Fu in this world, so no one should know this secret. Could it be that Zhuang Mohan is also a time traveler?

When the officials in the hall heard this, their expressions changed slightly. The officials in Nanqing looked at Fan Xian and Zhuang Mohan in surprise.

The people from Northern Qi and Dongyi City showed a look of watching the show.

Li Yunrui pretended to be shocked and began to stir up the flames: "Is Fan Xian's poem a plagiarism?!"

Zhuang Mohan nodded: "Yes."

Emperor Qing looked at Fan Xian calmly and said, "Fan Xian, Mr. Zhuang said that your poem was copied. What do you want to say?"

"Mr. Zhuang says whatever he likes. Anyway, Mr. Zhuang is highly respected and has no limits on his words, and his words are true."

Fan Xian started drinking on his own with a glass of wine. He felt that Zhuang Mohan could not be a time traveler. After all, at such a big age, if he were a time traveler, he would have spread 300 Tang poems all over the world.

But he had never heard of poems and songs from his previous life in this world, which is also the reason why Fan Xian dared to openly copy the article.

The second prince had a good impression of Fan Xian and immediately spoke: "Your Majesty, my son can testify. The poems written by Fan Xian were indeed written at the Prince Jing's Poetry Conference. At that time, Guo Baokun, the editor in the palace, was also present, and he can be a witness."

Emperor Qing asked, "Is Guo Baokun here?"

"I'm here." Guo Baokun immediately stood up.

Emperor Qing asked, “Is this song written by Fan Xian?”

Guo Baokun said nervously: "Yes."

Li Yunrui said calmly: "So, is Mr. Zhuang deliberately framed Fan Xian?"

"No, it's a coincidence. This poem was written by a teacher who visited Tingzhou. It was a good thing that this good sentence would be reproduced in the world, but Mr. Fan used other people's poems to invite fame, which is not appropriate!"

Zhuang Mohan looked at Fan Xian: "A literati established the world, virtue is more important than talent. Young Master Fan invited him to gain fame with his poems from others. It is really too much. I hesitated repeatedly whether to tell this matter. Think carefully and tell the truth, it also helped Young Master Fan to return to his lost path. The so-called "not breaking but not building" is to cultivate morality and cultivate the heart again. This is also my heart of loving talent and has no malicious intentions towards you. I hope Mr. Fan will reflect on himself."

Emperor Qing looked at Fan Xian: "Do you have anything to say?"

Fan Xianlian drank several cups and asked, "Mr. Zhuang, is your teacher's surname Du?"

This is a test. If Zhuang Mohan is really a time traveler, he naturally knows that "Climbing the High" is Du Fu's poem.

Zhuang Mohan is not a time traveler. He just reached a cooperation with Li Yunrui and cooperated with acting. When he heard Fan Xian's words, he shook his head and said, "My teacher is not named Du."

When Fan Xian heard this, he felt relieved and asked again: "Will Mr. Zhuang know about Li Bai?"
To be continued...