"I haven't heard of it." Zhuang Mohan shook his head again.

After two questions, Fan Xian confirmed that Zhuang Mohan was not a time traveler, and immediately smiled and said, "Then it's okay."

"My Qing Kingdom is different from Northern Qi. All matters are important to the law. If you want to blame others for sin, you will speak vernacularly, but it is not enough to make a profit." Li Yunrui seemed to be blaming Zhuang Mohan, but in fact he was digging a hole for Fan Xian.

Seeing Li Yunrui and Zhuang Mohan sing and reconcile, Emperor Qing was unhappy, but his face was always calm and his joy and anger were not reflected.

"The truth that the eldest princess said."

Zhuang Mohan cooperated to take the topic, took out a scroll and opened it, and placed it on the table: "Please look, this was written by the master of the family back then. Is this considered a credential?"

Everyone looked over and saw that the scroll was the poem "Climbing the High".

Calligraphy is smooth and pleasing to the eye. Compared with Fan Xian’s font, it is a verbial font.

At the sign of Emperor Qing, Dao Hou took the scroll forward. Emperor Qing looked at it and asked him to give the scroll to his ministers to observe.

Zhuang Mohan was full of confidence and smiled and said, "In fact, you can see the clues without reading these handwritten books. The last four lines of the poem "Climbing the High" are in a desolate and poor poem. If you hadn't experienced the ups and downs of life, how could you write such an artistic conception? Young Master Fan was glorious and had a bright future in his youth, so how could he have such a desolate state of mind? The young man forced to say sorrow, too much is too much!"

Although Fan Xian was shocked, he had been put on fire on any occasion now. If he admits his mistake, he will inevitably be criticized.

This is the disadvantage of Wenchaogong. Once the car fails, it will be doomed.

At present, Fan Xian can only make mistakes and refuses to admit it.

There is no Du Fu in this world. As long as he refuses to admit it, the other party will have no choice. At worst, the husband can say that his mother has the right reason.

The atmosphere in the hall became a little depressed, and Nan Qing's officials looked not very good-looking. After all, Fan Xian is from Nan Qing, and if he really copied other people's works.

Not to mention that Fan Xian will no longer be ashamed to enter the literary world in the future, even the face of the entire Qing Dynasty court will be lost.

Guo Baokun and Fan Xian had a grudge. In addition, they didn't know the relationship between Fan Xian and Emperor Qing, so they stood up in a daze and knelt in front of the hall: "Your Majesty, Fan Xian's such a deceitful deception has really thrown away all the faces of our literati. I beg Your Majesty to remove this literary thief from fame and fortune and expel him from Kyoto, and will never be hired in this life."

Guo Youzhi didn't want to be involved, but his stupid son has already stood up. As a father, he couldn't ignore it. He knelt in front of the hall: "Your Majesty, Fan Xian is involved in plagiarizing other people's poems, so he should be severely punished, otherwise it will be difficult to calm the world's vast mouths!"

Li Yunrui pinched the corner of his clothes with his hands, and was a little nervous. The stage was already set, so he was waiting for Fan Xian to take the stage to perform.

Fan Xian lived up to expectations. He saw that Zhuang Mohan was actually making a show. "Climbing the High" could not have been written by the other party's master, so there was only one truth, and the other party wanted to frame him.

Although this false accusation is indeed correct, Fan Xian refused to admit it.

After taking a sip of wine, Fan Xian got up and said disdainfully: "Who did you copy? Could it be that I wrote a poem? Could it be that Mr. Zhuang's disciples are all over the world and knows poetry and prose, so he is qualified to be a late-born student plagiarism?"

Zhuang Mohan gently tapped the scroll on the table without saying anything.

Seeing this, Fan Xian sneered in his heart and said, "Master Zhuang, this trick is OK to fool the child. You said I was copying the poem by Ling Shi. I wonder why this poem did not appear in the world before I wrote it?"

Zhuang Mohan did not explain and asked back: "Social is the voice of the heart. Young Master Fan has no such past, so how can he write this poem?"

"Poetry is literary way."

Fan Xian looked at Zhuang Mohan and said coldly: "This way of poetry always emphasizes talent. Perhaps my poems are meant to be sad, but who says that things that have not been experienced can not be turned into their own poetry?"

His words were extremely arrogant and completely compared himself to a genius, so he used this to prove that Zhuang Mohan's previous poetry theory inferences did not exist!

Seeing this, Li Yunrui thought to himself: "This wave is stable!"

Zhuang Mohan has now determined that Fan Xian is a person who deceives the world and thieves, and retorted: "Can Mr. Fan write wonderful words that have nothing to do with his experience anytime and anywhere?"

Fan Xian himself is a liberal arts student, and his memory in this life seems to be good. The various poems and songs he read in his previous life are extremely clear, and all kinds of poems are not just a chapter.

Thinking that he would go to the palace tonight to seize the keys, Fan Xian deliberately showed his drunkenness and said heroically: "You said I copied it, then you can see if my poems are also copied. The pen comes... paper comes... ink comes... people come."

In the live broadcast room.

Jiang Yuyan and others all knew that Fan Xian was about to start showing off.

Jiang Yuyan: Here comes, Fan Xian is going to show off.

The leader of the World Association: This kid is going to be in trouble and wait for the failure.

General Zhenbei: These time travelers are the same. If they don’t show off, they will die!

[Group Master] Treat people with sincerity: If you don’t show off in life, what’s the point?

Captain Awei: The group leader is right. Now I am in Renjia Town. If I don’t show off for a day, I feel uncomfortable all over.

The hero who is interested: Saoga.

......

In the Hall of Prayer for Youth.

Fan Xian's eyes were blurred, and he drank a sip, broke the wine jar, and began to make aloud poems in his past life.

Several eunuchs on the side were holding paper and pens and waiting for Fan Xian to write poems (to commit suicide).

Fan Xian lived up to expectations, and Zhangkou came:

"Don't you see the Yellow River water coming from the sky, flowing to the sea without returning."

"Don't you see the bright mirror in the high hall sad with white hair, and the morning is like black hair and snow. Life is full of joy, don't let the golden cup be empty against the moon. I am born to be useful, and I will come again after all the gold is gone..."

"I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward..."

"When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much will it know in the past..."

"When you are drunk, you can look at the sword with a lamp, and dream of blowing the horns and camps. You can split your troops under your command for eight hundred miles, and you can turn the sound of fifty strings. The soldiers on the battlefield are lit up in autumn..."

"I don't know what year it will be today in the sky. I want to ride the wind, but I am afraid that the jade building and jade pagoda are so cold that it is so cold that it dances and makes clear shadows, and it seems like it is in the world..."

.........

At this time, Fan Xian was full of energy, and waves were like a machine gun. The poems of the quatrains of the ages were one after another. Each poem was a masterpiece of literati in his previous life. It was naturally brilliant and the whole house was quiet.

The ministers' faces were filled with shock and disbelief.

They have seen those who write poetry, but never how to write poetry!

Those poems are exquisite and can be regarded as quatrains throughout the ages, and they are unheard of. Fan Xian seemed to have no need to think about it. While drinking and reciting poems, he chanted hundreds of poems without realizing it.

Emperor Qing was a little surprised, but with a smile on his face, Fan Xian's performance made him more and more sure that Fan Xian could find the temple for him.

When he glanced at Li Yunrui, he saw that Li Yunrui had a smile on his face, Emperor Qing frowned slightly, and felt something was wrong in his heart.

He knew Li Yunrui very well. Although the other party was close to Fan Xian on the surface, he would never let go of the internal treasury financial power, such as targeting Fan Xian.

This situation should not be something that Li Yunrui is happy to see, but the other party still keeps smiling.

If something goes wrong, there will be a demon.

Others did not notice these details, and they were all shocked by Fan Xian's "poetry talent".

Today's night banquet, Fan Xian's hundred poems on drinking and drinking, really shocked the ministers of Nanqing, and the officials of Northern Qi and Dongyi City were all shocked.

There aren’t people who have talented people before, but I’ve never seen such talented people before.

If you let them be crafty, recite a poem, think about it for a while, and you can also put in a few rhyme verses.

However, every poem by Fan Xian made them feel inferior to themselves. There were hundreds of stunning poems that said that Wenquxing came to earth and they believed it.

Just now, even the prince and the second prince were stunned.

Fan Xian seemed to have drunk too much, and walked staggeringly to Zhuang Mohan, stretched out his index finger and pointed at Zhuang Mohan's nose, and smiled contemptuously: "I am not as good as you in the commentary and interpretation of the scriptures. You are not as good as me in writing poetry."

However, Fan Xian did not see the look of shame and anger on Zhuang Mohan's face.

Zhuang Mohan just smiled coldly, then slapped the table, pointed at Fan Xian's nose, and cursed regardless of his image: "Writing poetry? Are you writing these poems? It's shameless to plagiarize other people's works in a grand manner. I have never seen such a shameless person!"

Fan Xian originally wanted to hit someone with poetry, and then mocked the old guy Zhuang Mohan, but he never thought that the other party would jump up and scold him for being shameless.

This script is wrong!

Fan Xian vaguely felt that things were beyond his control.

Emperor Qing, who was originally smiling, gradually calmed down his smile. Fan Xian was his son even if he did not know about this identity, Fan Xian was also an official of Nan Qing. Now that an outsider was scolded in front of all officials, it was not obvious that he would not give him the emperor's face.

The ministers in Nanqing were not sure about this and looked at each other. Fan Xian had such a stunning and brilliant "poetry talent", which was naturally a good thing for Qingguo, which had always had a poor cultural heritage.

Could it be that Zhuang Mohan was so angry that he lost his mind?

But looking at Zhuang Mohan’s appearance, it doesn’t seem like he is talking nonsense!

"Is the poem Fan Xian just recited really plagiarized?"

"No, every poem that Fan Xian just recited is a classic. If it is a plagiarism, why have you never heard of it before?"

"Maybe it was because everyone in Zhuang who was jealous when I saw that Nan Qing gave me this genius, and it was unknown whether it was maliciously slandered."

"Aren't you surprised you? Even if the poem is really unique, it may be understandable to write a few quatrains of eternality at will, but Fan Xian recited hundreds of excellent poems without thinking, without stopping during the period, and the styles are very different, and some of the words are quite strange, which is completely unreasonable."

"You said this, how can a young man be so knowledgeable, even if he has limited knowledge? Even if he is studying from his mother's womb, he may not have such knowledge!"

"Yes, Fan Xian is frivolous and has no literary character, so he doesn't look like this material."

"But how do you explain these verses? Zhang is also included in the book reading, but these verses are unheard of. They are not written by Fan Xian, but who wrote them/"

"This is indeed unknown. Perhaps everyone in Zhuang knows the cause and effect!"

...

Seeing the ministers talking, Emperor Qing looked at Li Yunrui.

Li Yunrui did not care about Emperor Qing's warning eyes, but instead struck while the iron was hot and said to Zhuang Mohan: "Mr. Zhuang, you must have evidence to speak, so that Fan Xianshi can see it all. Although you are a great wise man, you cannot slander others like this!"
To be continued...