Qian Chen was pretending to be shocked, but in fact he had already thought about a lot of things. He leaned slanted against the pillars of the agarwood Pavilion, as if he was still drunk and had not been completely awake.
Miaokong was still moving. There were tens of millions of people in Chang'an, and Qian Chen had no ability to find him. It was a wonderful step, so Qian Chen could only do it first. There was such a big storm last night. If Miaokong was still unaware of anything, he would not be worthy of his identity as the mastermind behind the Taoist temple of the Destroyed Tower.
Although Qian Chen and others changed their faces, they have jumped so high these days, and Miaokong suspected that Li Bai was not surprising.
It is really worthless to launch such a chess piece to test.
Qian Chen was still hesitating whether Li Bai would still have Li Tang in the future of Taishang Magical Reform. When the little official read the Qingping Tune, he felt relieved. Taibai lay Buddhist is worthy of his eternal elegance, and even Miaokong, who did not know which era he came from, had actually heard his poems.
Now, no matter whether Li Bai is disguised by Qian Chen or the real Li Bai.
Miaokong only used one poem to put the identity of "Li Bai" into a difficult situation, because he was able to enter the Qianqiu Banquet because he was promoted by Princess Yuzhen and the appreciation of such an important official as He Zhizhang. Although Miaokong may not know that Princess Yuzhen is the body of cause and effect inherited by his teammates, He Zhizhang became a fellow traveler with him because of the great disaster in Chang'an.
But as long as you destroy all your reputation, it will become a laughing stock in front of Emperor Xuan and in front of a group of princes and ministers. No matter what plans you have for the Qianqiu Banquet tonight, you will still be destroyed.
What Miaokong gave was just a poem and an irrelevant chess piece.
He himself was still hiding behind the scenes, without showing any clues... Even if the plan failed this time, he could still test out more clues, hiding in the shadow like a poisonous snake, planning the next fatal blow.
So vicious, fast, accurate...
This is the Miaokong I am familiar with!
At this time, the princes in the Chenxiang Pavilion were in an uproar. He Zhizhang pondered for a moment, and glanced back at Qian Chen with some confusion.
This plagiarism name was a serious accusation of destroying a person's moral reputation in the Tang Dynasty and even in any era.
But the little official chanted a song like he was touching. Judging from He Zhizhang's eyes, he did have a consistent aura.
The immortal spirit of the group of Yushan Mountain, which is inherited from the "clouds and clothes, flowers and faces", uses the beautiful scene of the King of Chu and the Jade Peaks of Kunlun Mountain, and the Queen Mother of the West at that time. "Clouds and rains in Wushan are heartbroken" is the story of the King of Chu and the Goddess of Wushan during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period in the Middle Ages.
‘A branch of red dew condenses fragrance’ is even more inherited from ‘clouds and flowers think of appearance’, using flowers to describe people’.
This should be one between two poems written by Qian Chen. The first poem uses peonies to be more beautiful than the imperial concubine. The second poem describes the favored concubine. The third poem contains one and two poems, combining peonies and imperial concubine with Emperor Xuan to integrate them.
Such poems that echo the beginning and end are definitely not something that can be fabricated for a while.
Even if He Zhizhang comes, he cannot do it so closely... Every poet has a different personality and talent. The time of poetry is completed, the place is better, and the situation is more closely related to the poet's encounter.
If there is no story behind a poem, most of the charm in the poem will disappear.
It's not something you can copy just by wanting to...
Just like the three poems written in the Agarwood Pavilion today, if there are no anecdotes between the imperial concubine and Emperor Xuan, if there are no mutual contrast between poetry and beauty, the taste in this poem will be less than half. If it weren't for being in the Agarwood Pavilion at this time, the scene in the poem would be impossible to start.
He Zhizhang pondered for a moment, and thoughts flashed through his mind, but he had already made up his mind whether Qian Chen’s two poems were copied or not. However, this matter of sage An was related to the survival of Chang'an, and he had to come forward to protect him. At worst, he could give this person some compensation afterwards. There was no way to go wrong with the matter tonight.
"I have experienced Taibai's poetry talent!" He Zhizhang picked up the wine glass and smiled, "Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky... Just this poem has thousands of atmospheres. The fairy spirit in the poem is even more inherited. Your poem is not enough to explain anything!"
Emperor Xuan, who was about to speak, closed his mouth again at this moment. He looked at the little official with a smile, as if waiting for him to answer.
The little official saw the joy in Emperor Xuan's eyes and saw that Emperor Xuan's mood was much better than before, so he felt very at ease.
"He Jian..." The little official raised his head and bowed to He Zhizhang, "How could He Jian know that he didn't copy this poem?"
He Zhizhang opened his mouth, his beard blew up, and said in surprise: "This song was also copied by you?"
Xiao Guanzhe said first: "Yes..."
He Zhizhang blew his beard so angry that Qian Chen used to write a poem with a sword. The sword was romantic and the poetic meaning was as refreshing as flowing water. It was not that it was very consistent with the meaning of the poem, how could he get this wonderful sword intent... If someone came casually, he could penetrate the poetry and turn poetry into a sword.
Wouldn't his old bone be in vain?
Qian Chen is not a casual person. The Taishang Taoist Ancestor can be the ancestor by copying the Daozang Chengzun. He has the Taishang Taoist Dust Pearl to protect the soul and bless the wisdom. He turned poetry into a sword and started as a copywriter, but he was only inferior to the Taishang Taoist Ancestor.
It should be like the original work, and it will be able to obtain its essence.
He Zhizhang threw down his pen: "Come on, come on, you will write it... I want to see if you can write the immortal meaning in the poem and exude infinite sword energy!"
The little official still smiled and looked at He Zhizhang calmly and said, "The lower official has no cultivation and is not very proficient in swordsmanship, but the writing may not necessarily require high cultivation to write. Does literary talent have to be related to cultivation?"
He Zhizhang said impatiently: "Although literary talent has nothing to do with cultivation, it turns poetry into a sword. Those who cannot get the essence of the spirit cannot be sprinkled. And you said that Li Bai was copying your poem, I wonder why this poem never appeared in the world before Li Bai became famous in Chang'an?"
"And since you have amazing poetry, why are you still unknown before today?"
"You are an unknown man, and you have made a shocking work when you are about to come to someone else. Then you suddenly become your old work. Could it be that these poems are not enough to make you famous in Chang'an?"
The little official said softly, "Maybe I am not enough to enter the eyes of such a high-ranking official in Hejian! I just wrote poems to entertain myself, and mentioned one or two in the letter to my family. The three poems in the agarwood pavilion were this spring. I accidentally saw Your Majesty and the Imperial Concubine Tianyan in the agarwood pavilion. I missed it all. After I went back, I tossed and turned and recited hard. I only mentioned in my letter to my brother Luoyang, that my brother took it out and showed it, and entered the eyes of those who are interested, and collected my previous collection of poems."
After saying that, the little official took out a letter from his arms and said, "And coincidentally, when my brother wrote to him yesterday, he mentioned that someone had asked him for some of my old poems, and there was one of them that didn't you see..."
The little official presented the letter. Emperor Xuan signaled Gao Lishi to take the letter. He looked up and smiled and said, "It's a coincidence! There are two new poems you wrote in the agarwood pavilion just now. There are one more poems added to it, Li Bai! Li Bai... This letter may be the same as the poems you recited before you write the poems. It is impossible for someone to copy them on paper before you write these two poems!"
"Or these two songs are your old works?"
"What's impossible?" Qian Chen whispered: "Not to mention me, even the real Li Bai has come. I found that his poems were copied by time travelers, so I could only admit that I was unlucky!"
Qian Chen smiled and said, "Your Majesty, if I am willing, these two poems can be written by Li Bai at the banquet of Xie Gong's heroes during the Wei and Jin Dynasties!"
Emperor Xuan was unclear, so Li Mi, who had been standing beside the prince, came out and said: "During the Wei and Jin Dynasties, Xie Xuan held a banquet in Jiankang. There was also a Li Bai, Li Taibai, who was shocked by the sword, leaving behind a poem about 'Three thousand guests drunk in the hall, and one sword frost cold in the nineteen continents'."
"Later, the eminent monk Guan Xiu completed this poem. The whole poem is 'The noble people are not free, and the dragon and the phoenix are hard to collect. The flowers in the hall are drunk, and the frost is cold in the fourteen states with one sword. The drums and horns reveal the good weather and the air is cold, and the wind and waves move the earth, sea and mountains. The southeast is always a golden pillar, who envys the marquis of ten thousand households at that time?'"
Emperor Xuan laughed in silence and said, "Li Bai, do you still want to say that you were the guest of Xie Xuan back then?"
Li Mi's face turned solemn, his brows frowned, and his skin jumped slightly. He wanted to remind Emperor Xuan, but he forced himself to hold it back.
Qian Chen smiled and said, "It's not necessarily true? Your Majesty, the secrets of heaven are measurable, but the supernatural powers are unpredictable. The Tuimei picture left by Yuan Tiangang in the past and the book of the empress was also before Wu Zhou. Compared to this, the poem I wrote today appeared on a piece of paper yesterday, what's so great about it!"
Emperor Xuan pointed at Qian Chen and smiled, "You are so clever..."
He turned around and asked the little official: "What's your name?"
The little official bowed his head and said, "The lower official Dali judges the affairs, Yuan Zai!"
"It turned out to be the famous 600-stone pepper husband..." Qian Chen sneered in his heart: "You only have a poem about "Farewell to Wife Wang Yunxiu" on your Tang Dynasty poem. If you don't eat your wife Wang Yunxiu's soft rice, you will flatter the eunuch Li Fuguo's thighs, and want to steal the entire Tang Dynasty poem, leaving behind the 953 poems of the poem Li Taibai."
"Did you get something wrong?"
He Zhizhang said coldly: "Yuan Zai, as a Dali judge, you have no literary talent, and are the official who decides prisons and cases. It is really hard to believe."
Yuan Zai said: "The iron evidence is as strong as a mountain. Even if He Jian doesn't believe it, it will be difficult to convince the world's endless mouth."
Si Qingguo said coldly: "Since you are a judge in Dali, today, you are either the princes or the ministers of literature in the Chenxiang Pavilion. How can you get in?"
Yuan Zai smiled and said, "The lower official was lucky enough to get involved. Will the princess still drive me out?"
Wang Wei, who had been watching the lively side for a long time, suddenly said, "Yuan Zai has spoken for a while, it's Li Bai's turn to defend himself!"
Qian Chen touched the wine glass and was thinking about whether he would do it once. Li Bai wrote a hundred poems on wine, and saw Yuan Zai laughing loudly, his face full of sarcastic expressions, and said, "Since he is the Hejian, the princess is suspicious of my literary talent, then I will prove myself first!"
After saying that, he picked up his pen and put it in the agarwood pavilion, put it on the white wall, and said, "Those who abandon me will not be kept yesterday's day...
Those who disturb my heart will have more worries today.
The long wind sends autumn geese to thousands of miles, and you can enjoy a tall building.
Penglai article Jian'an bones, Xiao Xie is clear in the middle.
All of them are full of leisure and prosperity and thought of flying, and they want to climb up to the blue sky and embrace the bright moon.
Draw a knife to cut off the water and flow more, raise a glass to relieve sorrow and sorrow.
Life is not satisfactory in the world, and the Ming Dynasty is spreading a small boat."
Under the instructions of Emperor Xuan, Gao Lishi, who was chanting this poem softly, heard a clear voice in everyone's ears. In front of the wall of the agarwood pavilion, Yuan Zai raised his pen and wrote it like a cloud. Only when the first sentence was written, He Zhizhang changed his face. Many princes and literary scholars had already thought that Li Bai's poem was copied. The eyes of Qian Chen were a little strange, and Wang Wei was even more disgusted.
When the words "I am confused...", King Ning clapped his hands and shouted: "Okay!"
He Zhizhang, Li Mi, and Si Qingguo's faces became solemn. Ning Qingchen was a little worried. He looked back at Qian Chen and saw him staring at the poem wall with an indescribable look in his eyes. Only Yan Shu, but he still trusted Qian Chen.
There was no worry in his eyes. Looking at Yuan Zai's eyes, there was only a sneering sarcasm.
When he wrote "Everyone is full of pleasure and prosperity, I want to fly, and I want to climb the blue sky and embrace the bright moon." Emperor Xuan also smiled and said happily: "What a good poem! It's really the Jian'an bones of Penglai, with the charm of Xiao Xie!"
However, Yang Guifei stared at Qian Chen, with a mysterious smile on her lips.
She didn't seem to doubt who wrote this poem, and Qian Chen had confidence in more...
At this time, Qian Chen sighed in his heart: "Copying the poems of time travelers, so that the time travelers have no poems to copy... Miaokong! Your ultimate kill is really done! Even if I fight for a hundred poems with wine, I will still be a couple of copywriters who write poems on the spot, and the scene is so ugly!"
"I am a kind person, I will never be embarrassed."
"But have you ever thought that copying the literary master... is the privilege of our Taishang lineage! Do you also want to be a copying official? You are worthy of... In order to let me copy, Taishang even copied Chinese history. What background is your good background? "
After Yuan Zai finished writing, he threw his pen under his feet and shouted angrily: "Li Bai... I wrote this poem to laugh at you for stealing people's reputation. I heard that you wrote "You Don't See" before, but I just used it to invite fame. Although I don't win it for us, I value moral character first, and poetry and articles are second. I originally wanted to cherish talent, but I didn't want to destroy your reputation. I asked someone to come to the agarwood pavilion to look at you, but you didn't expect you to repent and make mistakes again and again! I should call you a thief... Do you dare to agree?"
"It is clearly a festival of thousands of years. On the tenth day of the eighth month, you actually copied the spring breeze and explained that the spring breeze is coming with infinite hatred... Do you still have the face to write this poem?"
Everyone's eyes gathered on Qian Chen, and he leaned back, picked up the golden cup and turned around and got a bottle of sake from the dragon pond, stared at the bright moon reflected in the wine, and laughed unrestrainedly.
"Wine will be in!"
Qian Chen smiled.
"What?" Yuan Zai said with a gloomy face.
"That poem is called "Winning to Wine"!" Qian Chen asked with a hint of madness and holding the bottle, "We have recited three poems in this agarwood pavilion. What is its name?"
Yuan Zai proudly said with his hands in his hands: "This is the three poems of Qingping, which are made for me in spring and the agarwood Pavilion!"
Qian Chen asked with a hint of drunkenness, "What about the tune?"
"What?"
Chapter completed!