Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 412: Little Fan Shixian? He is just a scumbag
Fan Xian walked down to the hall and shouted, "Paper, ink."

He thought to himself, is this the problem that Chu Pingsheng and Li Yunrui and their group have given him? It's too naive, too childish. With his reserve of poetry, Zhuang Mohan can turn into a clown in a minute.

Li Yunqian waved his hand, and two young eunuchs brought in a dark wooden table, spread the rice paper on it, and placed the polished inkstone and white jade pen on the mountain-shaped pen holder.

Hou Zhigang took small steps forward, looked at Fan Xian, who was carrying a wine jar and had red cheeks from drinking, and said, "If Master Fan wants to write a poem, I, an old servant, would be willing to copy it for you."

No one was surprised by Hou Gonggong's performance.

Emperor Qing's illegitimate son? Although Li Yunqian has never directly admitted it, and Fan Xian is still in the court under the name of Si Nanbo's illegitimate son, but since it was said by Bai Feng, the great master of Western Hu, it is 90% true.

It is normal for the eunuch to help the prince copy poems.

Snapped!
After taking two more sips of wine, Fan Xian threw the wine jar, walked forward a few steps, climbed the stairs, looked at the emperor, looked at the eldest princess, looked at Zhuang Mohan, and then looked at Chu Pingsheng. He turned around abruptly, raised his arms, pointed to the sky and composed a poem.

“Have you not seen the Yellow River coming from the sky, rushing to the sea and never coming back? Have you not seen the white hair in the mirror in the hall, which was black in the morning and turned white in the evening?”

"If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy. Don't let the gold bottle stand empty against the moon. I am born with talents that will be useful. I will come back after all the gold is gone."

"..."

"Don't worry about having no friends on the road ahead, everyone in the world knows you."

The Second Prince sat upright with his hands folded, watching Fan Xian composing poetry while drunk, reciting the beautiful verses with great emotion. He glanced at the Crown Prince, whose expression was solemn, with a hint of pride in his eyes.

Zhuang Mohan sometimes frowned, sometimes shook his head, and sometimes sighed. It was not known whether he was impressed by the beauty of Fan Xian's poems, or realized that although he had read thousands of books and written over five carts of essays, he was still not as good as a young man under twenty years old.

Although Li Yunrui was surprised, he managed to control his expression. He occasionally rolled up his sleeves to hold the cup and glanced at the relaxed Prince's Grand Tutor Lord Chu sitting opposite him.

In the back hall of the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, the talented ladies in Kyoto’s socialite circle were excited.

"Fan Xian wrote a poem. Fan Xian wrote a poem while drinking. Even the great literary figure Zhuang Mohan was stunned."

Princess Roujia, the daughter of Prince Jing, stepped over the threshold with the hem of her long skirt lifted up in both hands, and told the news she had seen from the front to her group of good sisters who often sat together to discuss poetry and essays.

When Fan Ruoruo heard this, she was immediately delighted, thinking that her brother had indeed not lied to her. Such poetry and literary talent were unparalleled in the world.

The two little fans in the mansions of Duke Qing and Prince Zhengshan could not bear it any longer. They threw the eunuch's warning aside and ran quickly to the main hall. From behind the screen, they secretly looked at the great talent Fan, who was reciting Su Dongpo's "Jiangchengzi" in an unrestrained and ambitious manner.

With these two taking the lead, Lin Wan'er, Princess Roujia of Prince Jing's Mansion, Princess Changping of Prince Li's Mansion, the Second Miss of the Loyal and Brave Marquis' Mansion and others followed suit. Even Ye Ling'er, who was not interested in poetry, followed. She didn't want to catch a glimpse of Fan Xian's style, but to see how wonderful the expression on Chu Pingsheng's face was at this moment.

"Fan Xian is really amazing."

"What a talent! Look, Mr. Zhuang's face has turned blue."

"Northern Qi has always said that they have a profound cultural heritage and are the orthodox country of the world, the central country. Now that we in Southern Qing have produced a prolific poet like Fan Xian... Zhuang Mohan certainly can't be happy."

"Poet Immortal, this title is good and very descriptive. He is dressed in white and carries wine, his poetic thoughts are as wild as madness, and he is as graceful as an immortal."

"Look, Eunuch Hou is laughing so hard that he can't close his mouth."

"If you ask me, regardless of background and only considering talent, only Fan Xian is worthy of being the prince's teacher."

Lin Wan'er didn't say anything, but just looked at her ex...fiancé with a complicated expression.

Ye Ling'er's attention was not on Fan Xian, but on Chu Pingsheng, and her eyes seemed to say "You're doomed to fail."

Their behavior was a bit outrageous. Li Yunqian saw it, but he just glanced at them and said nothing.

After all, Fan Xian was his and Ye Qingmei's son, and who wouldn't want their children to be outstanding? Although... his relationship with this son was a little complicated.

The Northern Qi envoys and the accompanying Nanqing civil servants were also discussing the matter.

A Dean of the Imperial College said: "On his left is Huang, on his right is Cang, wearing a brocade hat and a sable coat, and riding a thousand horses across the plain. What a good poem! I didn't expect Fan Xielü to have such a heart of iron and blood and martial spirit, ready to fight on the battlefield."

Even Xin Qiwu couldn't help but slap his thigh and praised: "The last sentence is good, I can draw a bow like a full moon, look northwest, and shoot the wolf in the sky. Look, the faces of those people in Northern Qi are uglier than each other."

The capital of Northern Qi, Shangjing, is located just northwest of the capital of Southern Qing, Jingdu. Fan Xian is drawing his bow, looking northwest, and shooting the wolf. What does this mean? Even a fool would know.

Lord Wang, the Imperial College's chief priest, patted his leg and pointed at the Prince's tutor who was sitting at the top: "Lord Xin, if Lord Chu sees you like this, will you get into trouble?"

When Xin Qiwu heard this, he quickly straightened up and spoke the truth. He glanced at the person sitting above him and saw that Chu Pingsheng was drinking slowly and didn't pay any attention to him. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Everyone knows that Chu Pingsheng and Fan Xian don't get along.

A disciple of a great master, the prince's tutor, the chief minister, an illegitimate son of the emperor, a great talent of Nanqing, he was caught in the middle and felt very awkward. "How can I bow my head and serve the rich and powerful, so that I can't be happy... How can I bow my head and serve the rich and powerful, so that I can't be happy... Hehe... Hehe... Only Master Fan knows my heart."

In a corner, a seventh-rank official was drinking alone. Perhaps he was influenced by Fan Xian and his behavior became somewhat unruly, which frightened the doctor of the Imperial College next to him, who kept pursing his lips and giving him glances, trying to get him to be more restrained.

Fan Xielu is the emperor's illegitimate son and can indulge in poetry at night banquets, but people like them cannot.

At the same time, Fan Xian noticed Fan Ruoruo peeking from behind the screen. He gave her a smug smile, turned his head, looked up at the seat, glanced at Chu Pingsheng, and wrote another poem borrowing Jiang Chengzi's heroic spirit.

"My hair is standing on end with anger! As I lean on the railing, the rain stops."

At this point he smiled frivolously, swung his sleeves and turned around: "Looking up, I howled at the sky, with great enthusiasm."

"Thirty years of fame are but dust, eight thousand miles of journey are but clouds and moon. Don't wait till your hair turns grey and you are filled with regret."

Fan Xielu, who was drunk and in high spirits, trembled, his eyes and mouth trembled, his pupils shrank, the hot blood in his heart felt like it was in ice and snow, and he felt completely unwell.

Because the second half of the sentence did not come from him, it came from someone else.

At this time, the civil servants on both sides of the aisle, especially Xin Qiwu, pointed behind him and stammered, "Chu...Chu...Lord...Chu..."

"The shame of Jingkang has not yet been avenged, and the hatred of the ministers, when will it be eliminated? Set up a long chariot and trample through the gap in the Helan Mountains! With great ambition, I will eat the meat of the barbarians when I am hungry, and drink the blood of the Xiongnu when I am thirsty. Let's start from the beginning, rebuild the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky!"

Fan Xian turned around suddenly and saw a man standing up and coming down, holding a half-red and half-white peach in his hand that looked a bit hard.

"Fan Xian, you read this poem specifically for me, right?"

After saying this, he raised his sleeves and the peach disappeared in a flash.

Fan Xian was drunk and out of control, and was unable to dodge in his confusion. The peach hit him on the nose, causing him to lose his balance and fall down the stairs with a groan, sitting on the ground.

The whole audience was stunned.

No one expected that Chu Pingsheng would force himself on Fan Xian in front of his father, Emperor Qing.

Even the eldest princess Li Yunrui opened her little red mouth slightly, her eyes were full of emotion and sparkling.

Lin Wan'er moved her feet slightly, but only took half a step before retracting.

Fan Ruoruo was concerned about her brother, so she rushed out from behind the screen, picked up Fan Xian from the ground, and saw that he was bleeding from the nose.

At this moment, he didn't care that this was a state banquet. He pointed at Chu Pingsheng and said, "You... in the state hall, in front of His Majesty, in front of all the ministers, you dared to hurt someone?"

"You also know that this is the national ceremonial hall, in front of His Majesty, under the watchful eyes of all the tribesmen." Chu Pingsheng said coldly: "The envoys from the three parties of Northern Qi, Eastern Yi, and Western Hu are all here. How can you, a woman without any official title, be qualified to act wildly in the main hall?"

After saying this, he turned around and looked at Li Yunqian, who had a gloomy expression, and said, "Emperor Nanqing, is this... the way your Qing Kingdom entertains guests?"

His Majesty didn't call anymore.

There is no more etiquette.

Li Yunqian looked at him for a while, then said to the sword-wielding guard standing at the door: "Capture him."

Gong Dian, who had lost his right hand, led his men into the hall and pressed Fan Ruoruo to the ground.

"Let her go!"

Fan Xian's nose was bleeding, and he pushed the two guards away with a strong smell of alcohol.

Gong Dian dodged and rushed in, and with a swipe of his left hand, Fan Xian missed. He swayed and looked coldly at the man who had fought him in the Qing Temple.

Li Yunqian solved Fan Ruoruo's problem, and scared the talented women so much that they all retreated behind the screen. They looked at Chu Pingsheng sideways and said, "You committed a crime on the spot and injured Fan Xielu. Do you really think that I dare not punish you?"

It would have been fine if Chu Ping had instigated Lai Mingcheng, Lin Youdao and others in previous court meetings, but now he was beating his son in front of foreign envoys. Not to mention that as an emperor, even if he was just standing from the perspective of a father, he had to stand up for his son.

"The banquet at the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests was for foreign envoys and to celebrate world peace. Without the concessions of Southern Qing, without the compromise of Northern Qi, without the mediation of Dongyi City, without the protection of my master Bai Feng, Grandmaster Ku He might have already invaded your Qing Palace and killed many members of the Li royal family. How could we have the situation today? Fan Xian first mocked Northern Qi and then ridiculed Western Hu. He regarded this banquet of four countries as a place to vent his emotions and spoke nonsense with the intention of undermining the outcome of the peace talks. Shouldn't such wild behavior be punished? Could it be that the Emperor of Qing thought that your Qing could defeat the three of us with your strength? And he, your illegitimate son, was it you who instructed him to act wildly at the banquet?"

Chu Pingsheng pointed at Li Yunqian's nose and said, "Today, I will speak for my master. If you want to fight, Xihu will unite with Beiqi and Dongyi to fight to the death with your Qing Kingdom."

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and the envoys from Northern Qi were very excited, and they looked at Chu Pingsheng with passionate eyes.

Just now, when Fan Xian said the sentence "I can draw a carved bow like a full moon, look northwest, and shoot the wolf in the sky", they felt uncomfortable, but no one came forward to ridicule them. Zhuang Mohan was a scholar and lacked the blood of a warrior. Now Chu Pingsheng, a disciple of the Western Hu grandmaster, turned against him on the spot and challenged Emperor Qing, standing on the side of Northern Qi, which was naturally gratifying to everyone.

(End of this chapter)