Chapter 1457: Fan Xian Wrote Hundreds of Drunken Poems, Hundreds of Thousands of Years Ago

Facing the cooperation between the eldest princess, the second prince, Zhuang Mohan, Guo Youzhi and Guo Baokun and his son, Fan Xian did not panic at all. He was able to catch the verbal mistakes between Guo Baokun and his son and counterattack with a few words.

At this time, the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests was no longer the place where people were enjoying themselves. It had now become Fan Xian's home court, but it was only the home court where he was being attacked.

Fan Xian was sure that no one knew about the poem he copied, so he took the initiative to admit that he had copied it, and even mocked Zhuang Mohan for copying the poem for his teacher. The two of them were evenly matched.

When Fan Xian said that the author of Ascension was the poet sage Du Fu, everyone in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests expressed doubts. Only Zhou Chen smiled slightly.

In another world, hearing a familiar name from someone else's mouth, even if you already know the plot, still feels a bit weird.

Fan Xian could not tell that he had 'travelled', so he described his previous world as a beautiful world, and everyone laughed loudly, implying that it was a fairyland.

Fan Xian did not refute, but instead accepted the ridicule of everyone. To prove this, he drank heavily.

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

He laughed loudly and shouted: "Paper comes, ink comes."

Eunuch Hou next to Emperor Qing looked even more excited than Fan Xian, and asked loudly: "Master Fan, if you want to write a poem, I dare you and I'd like to copy it for you."

Fan Xian is capable of everything.

Guo Youzhi, the Minister of Rites, asked disdainfully: "Master Fan, do you want to compose two or three more poems temporarily to prove that they are all from the fairy world?"

When everyone heard this, they laughed immediately.

Fan Xian drank too much and his face turned red. He held the wine jar swaying and looked at Guo Youzhi.

"You don't know, that memory is engraved in my mind like a knife and an axe. Every word I read and every book I read, I remember it exactly and vividly."

Others don't know why Fan Xian said this, but Zhou Chen knows that ordinary time travel does not have this ability at all. Fan Xian is not a simple 'time travel and rebirth'. He implants a memory into the baby's brain. It's just like computer storage, that's why I remember it so clearly.

Just like he said, these memories are engraved in his mind like knives and axes, and he can't forget them even if he wants to.

Faced with doubts, Fan Xian suddenly smashed the wine jar in his hand, walked drunkenly to the front of the hall, and under everyone's gaze, slowly raised his hands and drank wildly.

"Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning? Don't you see the mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening..."

"When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come? How much do we know about the past..."

"I read the sword while I was drunk, and I dreamed about the horn-blowing company..."

"…………"

"...Don't worry that there are no friends in the world..."

"…………"

Classic poems were recited one after another from Fan Xian's mouth. He was reciting poems and drinking wine at the same time. It was so joyful and uninhibited...

Eunuch Hou and several other eunuchs have been recording the poems Fan Xian recited without even taking a break.

As for everyone in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, except Zhou Chen, everyone was dumbfounded. They looked at Fan Xian who was still reciting poems in disbelief. Even those who wanted to frame Fan Xian fell silent...

Following a song called "Deng Youzhou Taiwan Song", "Remembering the long journey of heaven and earth, I cried with sadness", Fan Xian ended his recitation and turned to Eunuch Hou to ask.

"Is it over a hundred?"

Eunuch Hou said with joy on his face: "Young Master Fan, you have already passed 100."

"so be it."

Fan Xian waved his hand and stopped reciting it. He drank while reciting it. He was already drunk and had no desire to continue reciting it.

The palace editor Guo Baokun, who was stimulated by Fan Xian's actions, was also so drunk that he lost consciousness.

"How can there be any fairyland in this world?"

The second prince immediately asked, "If there is no immortal world, where did these poems come from?"

"He must have written it himself."

As soon as he said the words, the quiet Hall of Prayer for Good Harvest made him react instantly and hurriedly defended: "Even if he wrote these poems himself, even if he wrote thousands of them, it still can't prove that he didn't plagiarize that seven-character poem. ah?"

The second prince shouted: "Reciting casually is a famous saying through the ages. Why should such a person copy it? How can he bother to copy it?"

Now even Guo Youzhi could not defend his son's words, because the second prince's words were what everyone was thinking now.

Fan Xian staggered to Zhuang Mohan's table, held the table and looked at Zhuang Mohan.

"I am not as good as you in exegesis and exegesis, and you are not as good as me in memorizing poetry. I am not as good at being a great person in the literary world, and you are not as good at being a human being."

Face to face, some sarcastic words made Zhuang Mohan's whole body feel like he was hit hard, and his hand holding the wine glass was trembling.

Zhou Chen looked over and saw Fan Xian fell backwards to the ground, still muttering to himself: "I'm drunk and want to sleep, please go, go..."

Before the last curse word could be uttered, Zhou Chen flicked his finger and a burst of energy hit Fan Xian's body. The next moment, he fainted.

No one else noticed his movements, except Emperor Qing, who was sitting closest and was also the Grand Master, saw his movements and couldn't help but turn his eyes to Zhou Chen.

With a smile on his face, Zhou Chen picked up the wine glass and toasted to Emperor Qing. However, Emperor Qing's face became unsightly, but he still picked up the wine glass and pretended to touch Zhou Chen.

Although Zhou Chen stopped Fan Xian's "fuck you" in time, in fact Zhuang Mohan was already furious at Fan Xian's sarcasm. He didn't vomit blood just because he didn't give the final blow, but his mind was also greatly affected. His expression was extremely ugly due to the impact, and the wine glass in his hand fell to the table with a clang.

"well."

Zhou Chen sighed in his heart, Zhuang Mohan didn't want him to intervene, not because he didn't believe him, but because he had his own plan and didn't want to involve Zhou Chen.

He now represents not only himself, but also Qi State, who wants to make a deal with Qing State.

Wanting Sean was not only because Sean was Zhuang Mohan's younger brother, but also because Beiqi also wanted to know the secrets about the temple that Sean told him.

Ku He is detached from the world, even though he is a member of the royal family, but in his heart, the temple is more respected, so he did not tell anyone about the temple. Apart from him, there is only Xiao Xiao in the world today. Well, I know where the temple is.

Zhuang Mohan was on good terms with Zhou Chen, but after all, unlike Zhou Chen, he felt that Qi Guo and the eldest princess cooperated, and the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests should have no problem dealing with Fan Xian.

When he came to Qingguo, he had already gambled on his good reputation and used his good reputation in exchange for his biological brother. He felt it was worth it and the people in the world would trust him more.

But he didn't expect that Fan Xian's existence was just a cheat. He used what he thought was the safest method, but he didn't know that his cleverness would be mistaken for his cleverness, and he would be manipulated by Fan Xian.

At this time, he was deeply shocked, but he did not feel any resentment towards Fan Xian. Instead, he was amazed by Fan Xian's 'talent'.

With Fan Xian drunk, the night banquet at the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests came to an end.

Today's celebration banquet was originally prepared for Honglu Temple, but in the end it turned into a solo performance by Fan Xian. After tonight, Fan Xian's talent and fame will be spread all over the world.

Fan Xian had been carried away, and Emperor Qing left the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests with a smile. The others had not left yet, still immersed in the shock just now.

The eldest princess Li Yunrui could not suppress the anger in her heart and left the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests with a gloomy face.

She had done so much for what happened tonight, and such a perfect plan was finally solved easily by Fan Xian, and even made Fan Xian famous.

She could already imagine how famous Fan Xian would be after tonight, and he would definitely be regarded as the supreme literary master by the scholars of Qing Dynasty.

She could not hide the anger in her heart because she could not steal the chicken but lose the rice. She wished she could cut Fan Xian into pieces in order to vent her anger.

The prince and the second prince also left one after another. The prince's expression did not change much, but the second prince looked happy. People who didn't know better would really think that he was happy for Fan Xian.

Zhuang Mohan sat in his original position and did not recover for a long time. Zhou Chen stood up and walked over, reaching out to help him up.

"Mr. Zhuang, go back."

Zhuang Mohan looked at Zhou Chen with a slightly dazed look. Even a determined literary master like him was broken down by Fan Xian today and his mind collapsed.

Seeing Zhou Chen helping Zhuang Mohan leave, everyone moved out of the way. The Northern Qi officials wanted to say something, but in the end they did not stop him and allowed Zhou Chen to take Zhuang Mohan away.

It wasn't until he boarded the carriage that Zhuang Mohan took a long breath and coughed.

Zhou Chen gathered his true energy and treated Zhuang Mohan. The physical wounds were easy to cure, but today's mental shock was not so easy to cure.

"You are right. I regret not listening to what you said, but I am also dishonest and have an evil heart. I am responsible for myself."

Although his reputation was ruined by Fan Xian, he didn't have any resentment towards Fan Xian. Instead, he felt that he had brought it upon himself. If his starting point was not to harm others, how could he have ended up like this?

"You should already know Fan Xian's talent, right?"

Zhou Chen said: "Fan Xian is talented, but not like what you saw today."

"Today in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, there are hundreds of poems and classics. Such talent is unparalleled in the world."

Compared with the previous Zhuang Mohan, Zhuang Mohan seemed to have aged several years suddenly, his breath became sluggish, and his eyes were confused.

He admired Fan Xian's talent, but also regretted his villainous behavior.

Zhou Chen felt sad and couldn't bear to see this rare literary master in ancient and modern times become so decadent.

After a long silence, he made a decision in his mind.

"Mr. Zhuang, do you know why Fan Xian was able to compose over a hundred poems in one night?"

Zhuang Mohan asked in surprise: "Isn't it because he is so talented?"

Zhou Chen said: "This is only a small part of the reason. The more reason is that he stands on the shoulders of his predecessors."

"What's the meaning?"

Zhuang Mohan didn't understand what Zhou Chen meant, but he could tell from Zhou Chen's tone that Zhou Chen seemed to know Fan Xian very well.

Zhou Chen did not answer immediately, but said: "If Mr. Zhuang wants to know the truth, go to my mansion."

He knew very well that if he could not untie the knot in Zhuang Mohan's heart, Zhuang Mohan would probably not be able to survive for a few months. If he could untie the knot in Zhuang Mohan's heart, given Zhuang Mohan's physical condition, he would not be able to live for a few more years. It's absolutely no problem.

"the truth?"

Zhuang Mohan was silent for a moment and finally nodded. He knew Zhou Chen would not lie to him, and he also wanted to know what the truth Zhou Chen said was.

The carriage quickly returned to the Zhenguo Palace. Zhou Chen took Zhuang Mohan to his study, and then opened a dark room in the study.

"Mr. Zhuang, please come in."

Zhuang Mohan followed Zhou Chen into the darkroom. The darkroom was not small, but there were few things inside, only a row of bookshelves and a set of tables and chairs.

Zhou Chen walked to the bookshelf, picked up a book, and handed it to Zhuang Mohan.

"Mr. Zhuang, take a look at this."

Zhuang Mohan took it with doubt. This was a book without a title. After he opened it, his expression was stunned, because it turned out to be a poem, and it was a poem he had never seen before.

"Did you write this?"

Zhou Chen did not reply, but just asked Zhuang Mohan to continue reading.

Zhuang Mohan did not say anything, and continued to read, but when he turned to the third page, his face changed, because the poem on this page was exactly the poem that Fan Xian recited in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests today.

"This?"

How could the poem that Fan Xian recited tonight appear in Zhou Chen's book? He could see that this collection of poems was not just written, but had existed for a while.

Continue to flip through, two poems, three poems, four poems...

Flipping faster and faster, this collection of poems is soon finished, but Zhuang Mohan's face becomes very strange.

"What's going on? Aren't many of these poems written by Fan Xian today? Why are they in your collection of poems?"

To be a literary giant, Zhuang Mohan is naturally a very smart person. From Zhou Chen's collection of poems, he thought of a lot.

"Could it be that Fan Xian's poems are really not written by him, but by you?"

Zhou Chen shook his head and said, "Mr. Zhuang thinks too highly of me. I can write poems, but the poems on it are not written by me, nor by Fan Xian."

Zhuang Mohan looked shocked: "Ziheng, what's going on?"

It's been a long time since someone called him by his pen name. Zhou Chen was a little uncomfortable when he heard it.

"These poems don't actually belong to the current era, but to the civilization of the previous era."

"The previous era? Is it the previous dynasty? But with so many poems, if they were left over from the previous dynasty, it's impossible that you don't know any of them, right?"

"Not the previous dynasty, but the previous era. To be precise, it should be the era hundreds of thousands of years ago."

"Hundreds of thousands of years ago?"

Zhuang Mohan was stunned. This number really scared him. You know, the founding of Northern Qi and Qing was only a few decades ago. Even the previous Wei Kingdom did not exist for a long time. Going back further, the recorded history is only a few hundred or thousands of years.

Hundreds of thousands of years, has mankind existed?

"Yes, it was hundreds of thousands of years ago. The fairyland that Fan Xian talked about in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests today was not a real fairyland, but an era hundreds of thousands of years ago, an extremely brilliant era. These poems are the civilization left over from that era."

"This, this?"

"Mr. Zhuang doesn't believe it?"

"It's not that I don't believe it, it's just too hard to believe, but I know that you, Ziheng, are not the kind of person who talks nonsense, and what Fan Xian said today, I actually think it's somewhat credible."

If it was said by someone else, Zhuang Mohan would definitely not believe it, but he knew that Zhou Chen had no reason to lie to him. In addition to trusting Zhou Chen, what Fan Xian said today, and this collection of poems, is also a proof.

After all, it is impossible for two different people to write exactly the same poems, not to mention so many poems.

Zhou Chen praised: "I was a little surprised by your answer. I thought you wouldn't believe it at all."

Zhuang Mohan said: "I don't really believe it now, but I still want to hear what you say. What kind of era was the era of more than 100,000 years ago that you mentioned, and the fairyland that Fan Xian mentioned?"

There was a strong desire for knowledge in his eyes. As a scholar studying literature, he suddenly heard such an amazing thing and wanted to know more urgently.

"Since you want to know, I will tell you slowly."

"Wait a minute."

Zhuang Mohan suddenly stopped Zhou Chen again and asked: "If it was really more than 100,000 years ago, Ziheng, how did you and Fan Xian know it?"

"That's a long story."

Zhou Chen sighed and began to make up and explain to Zhuang Mohan.

"Let's start with the temple that is well-known in this era..."

Seeing that some book friends said that they were not satisfied with the self-exposure vest, I explained here that there was no self-exposure vest. You will know when you read the next chapter.