Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 413: People like you spit on me, they make me spit
In contrast, all the civil servants of Qing State were dumbfounded.

Last time in the Taiji Hall, Chu Pingsheng was very restrained and only killed two people who reported him in court. This time he was even more ruthless. He directly overturned Emperor Qing's desk and declared war in front of foreign envoys.

You know, just now this kid was still laughing and shamelessly asking Emperor Qing to give him a house and palace maids. How long has it been? Damn, he changes his attitude faster than turning the pages of a book!
Xin Qiwu was so frightened that he almost peed his pants and collapsed behind the food table.

Yun Zhilan knelt opposite, his hair covering half of his face, his expression serious, his eyes cold, and he drank sip after sip of wine.

Li Yunqian leaned against the dragon throne, the flesh on his cheeks was pulled hard, the veins on his forehead were throbbing, and his expression was somewhat ferocious.

But it was just a little hideous.

He didn't expect Chu Pingsheng to embarrass him like this. Admit defeat on the spot? He couldn't do it. Fight back in anger? Facing the coalition forces of Northern Qi, Western Hu, and Eastern Yi, Nanqing had no chance of winning, and this would lead to what he feared most - Bai Feng, Ku He, and Si Gu Jian forming an alliance.

Chu Pingsheng and Yun Zhilan had a quarrel just now, and he was very happy and proud. But when he turned around, Fan Xian, the jerk, ruined the good situation.

The prince understood the emperor's thoughts and quickly walked out from behind the food table. He bowed to Chu Pingsheng and said, "Teacher, you must have misunderstood. The words you just recited are not the same as those written by Fan Xian."

Princess Li Yunrui also advised, "Lord Chu, calm down. How can you take Fan Xian's drunken nonsense seriously?"

“Not the same one?”

Chu Pingsheng looked back and said, "Fan Xian, come and recite the rest of the story. His hair stood on end with rage! The rain stopped as he leaned against the railing. He looked up and howled to the sky, his heart aching with rage. Continue."

Everyone was looking at Fan Xian.

"..."

But the person involved just kept burping and was evasive.

His mind was working fast, but he found that it still couldn't keep up with the changes in front of him. A voice in his mind kept asking, how could Chu Pingsheng recite General Yue's "Man Jiang Hong"?

What exactly is this for? !

"elder brother?"

With two guards holding her shoulders, Fan Ruoruo looked at her obviously panicked brother with a puzzled look on her face.

Fan Xian didn't know that she had made a bet with Chu Pingsheng without telling him. When he was awakened by her and met her expectant eyes, he quickly shook off the doubts in his mind and recited: "I look at the sword by lamplight while drunk. I dream of blowing the horn in the camp. I distribute roasted meat to my subordinates for eight hundred miles. Fifty strings play the sound of the frontier. The soldiers are inspected on the battlefield in autumn."

Zhuang Mohan frowned and hesitated after hearing this, because he felt that it was very different from the previous sentence, not neat and not antithetical.

Chu Pingsheng smiled coldly: "Is it that the horse is as fast as Lu, the bow is as loud as thunder, the bowstring is shocked, the king's affairs are completed, and the reputation is won in life and after death, but the hair is white? Oh, if you want to piece together other people's poems, you should also find a parallel one to copy."

Fan Xian shuddered, half sobering up, and felt a chill all over his back from the back of his head to his coccyx.

If "Man Jiang Hong" was a coincidence, maybe her mother had confided it to someone and it was recorded and passed down, then what about this "Po Zhen Zi"? Why did Chu Pingsheng also recite it?
"There are several plum trees in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone."

"I know it's not snow from afar because of the subtle fragrance."

The first sentence was said by Fan Xian, and the second sentence was said by Chu Pingsheng.

"Withered vines, old trees, crows, small bridges, flowing water, and people's homes, ancient roads, west wind, and thin horses."

"Sunset, heartbroken people in the horizon."

Fan Xian took a step back. The effects of the alcohol had completely worn off, leaving only a slight blush on his face. He said hastily, "The river meanders around the fragrant meadows, and the moonlight shining on the flower forest looks like snow."

Chu Pingsheng took a step forward: "The frost in the sky is flying without being noticed, and the white sand on the beach is invisible."

Fan Xian continued to retreat: "The bright moon rises over the sea, and we can share this moment across the world."

Chu Pingsheng continued: "The lover complains about the long night, and misses his lover all night long."

"The country is ruined but the mountains and rivers remain, the trees are deep in the city in early spring."

"The flowers shed tears when they feel the time, and the birds are frightened when they feel the separation."

"Fenghuo lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth ten thousand gold."

"My white hair is getting shorter and shorter, and I can hardly hold a hairpin."

"..."

Fan Xian spoke one sentence and Chu Pingsheng responded, almost driving him out of the hall.

"No... Impossible, how... How could you know this... Where did you know these poems? Could it be... Could it be that?"

Fan Xian asked himself, is it possible that there are other travelers besides him and his mother in this world? Otherwise, how did Chu Pingsheng know about these poems that did not belong to this world?

Everyone looked at the two people quietly, with different expressions.

Fan Ruoruo, who was slumped on the ground, looked panicked. The talented women behind the screen who could control their emotions frowned and gritted their teeth, while those who could not control their emotions murmured, thinking that they were dreaming. Some of them even stretched out their little hands and slapped their faces over and over again.

"Isn't Chu Pingsheng a barbarian from the Western Hu? He is uneducated, naughty and lustful. How can such a person continue Fan Xian's poems? How can he?" Princess Roujia took out her treasured collection - Fan Xian's manuscripts from the poetry gathering of Prince Jing. She looked at Chu Pingsheng, then at Fan Xian, who had no way out. Her mind was about to explode. Could it be that Zhuang Mohan was right, that Fan Xian's talent was fake, and all his poems were copied? And what Fan Xian could do, Chu Pingsheng could do too?

Ye Linger didn't like poetry, but at this moment, she knew that she and Fan Ruoruo had been tricked by Chu Pingsheng. This guy was far from what he appeared to be. He was a man with no ambition and no talent. He just relied on his master's name to live a life of luxury and debauchery in Kyoto City and did whatever he wanted.

Only Lin Wan'er was relatively calm, because she and Fan Xian were not connected by poetry. At this moment, she was just very curious about why Chu Pingsheng had such knowledge.

The civil servants and foreign envoys on both sides of the aisle had similar thoughts and were all shocked by Chu Pingsheng's performance.

Fan Xian said that he dreamed of the fairyland. Could it be that Chu Pingsheng also dreamed of that place and wrote down these amazing poems?

Then the question is, if a scholar records what he gets in a dream in a book afterwards, whether it is poetry or writing, he can say it belongs to him.

So if two people dream about the same poem or article, whose dream does it belong to?
It's plagiarism!
That’s right, as long as the resources are not exclusive to one person, whoever uses them is plagiarizing, unless neither of them uses them.

Xin Qiwu's eyes rolled around and he clapped his hands vigorously, carefully recalling what Lord Chu had said. Chu Pingsheng... was not at all as barbaric and vulgar as the rumors said.

I remember one time I accompanied him to the suburbs to look for someone, and when we saw a traveling merchant saying goodbye to his wife, he blurted out, "Sorrow is the autumn in the heart of a person who has left."

Once when he was visiting the Honglu Temple, he talked about the deeds of a general of the previous dynasty, and he sighed, "One misstep will lead to eternal regret."

Another time, when we were talking in the Protocol Court, I forgot what we talked about, but he said there were three people present, you, me, and Wangyoujun - he called the wine Wangyoujun.

"A poor couple has many sorrows", "Nine out of ten people are looked down upon, and a scholar is good for nothing", "A three-foot-thick ice does not form overnight", "Everyone has their own preferences", "A thousand cups of wine are not enough when meeting a bosom friend, but a single word is too much when meeting a stranger"...

There are many such words. How can an uneducated person say such words? It is just the impression of the people of Qing on Xihu, coupled with his arrogance, unreasonableness and excessive debauchery, which gives everyone the illusion that he is not worthy of the title of the prince's tutor, the talent and beauty of Princess Chen, and the favor of the emperor.

At the head of the hall, Li Chengqian glanced at his second brother, whose face was as gloomy as water, and his lips curled up slightly. Just now, Li Chengze strongly recommended Fan Xian to preside over the Spring Examination in front of their father. Now that such a commotion has occurred, his face must be very hot and his heart must be very tormented.

But his cheap teacher, who he never expected to have such a rich resource in his stomach, took advantage of the talented Fan Xian.

Zhuang Mohan smiled as he looked at the Emperor of Qing, whose expression was even uglier than that of the Second Prince. In his opinion, it didn't matter who had revealed Fan Xian's true identity; what was important was to restore the truth.

Just as all parties were having their own thoughts after seeing this sudden change, Chu Pingsheng walked to Hou Zhigang, snatched the white jade pen from the old eunuch, and wrote a line of words in the header of the poem, "Jiangchengzi Hunting in Mizhou, Song Dynasty, Su Shi".

He also wrote a line of words on the header of another piece of paper: "Dreaming of Wandering on Tianmu Mountain and Chanting a Farewell Poem, Tang Dynasty, Li Bai".

Then there is "When will the spring flowers and autumn moons end? Five Dynasties, Li Yu."

"Song of Water Melody, Song Dynasty, Su Shi."

"Song of Everlasting Sorrow, Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi."

"One of the two poems about parting with Dong Da, by Gao Shi of the Tang Dynasty."

After he finished writing one, he threw one in front of Fan Xian, and finally threw the pen to the ground, breaking it into two pieces.

"Fan Xielu, should I tear up these poems for you, or do you want me to tear them up yourself?"

Fan Xian looked at the poem he had just written with great passion lying at his feet. His earlier enthusiasm had disappeared and he felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

"Where are you from?"

Chu Pingsheng took out two books from his sleeve and threw them into Hou Zhigang's arms.

The old eunuch took a closer look and saw that "Three Hundred Tang Poems" was written on his left hand and "Three Hundred Song Poems" was written on his right hand.

"Where did these two books come from?" Fan Xian's voice was trembling.

"My master gave it to me." Chu Pingsheng said with a playful look on his face: "Do you think you and your mother are the only ones who are different?"

"..."

Fan Xian felt like his brain wasn't enough.

Chu Pingsheng said that the storytelling was given to him by his master. Could it be that... Bai Feng is also a time traveler?
"His Majesty."

Hou Zhigang quickly presented the two books to the emperor.

Li Yunqian flipped it over and threw it to Li Yunrui with an expressionless face.

Li Yunrui also flipped it over and passed it to Zhuang Mohan.

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, good, good, good poem, good lyrics..."

"There are actually annotations."

The old man held the two books as if they were treasures and couldn't put them down.

(End of this chapter)