Joy of Life: I'm really not a saint

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall looked at Zhuang Mohan, even the two princes and Emperor Qing looked over. Yes, although Qing's military strength is the best in the world, its literature is really far behind Northern Qi. Emperor Qing's move was also to prove to the world through Fan Xian that Qing's literary world is not weak either, and Northern Qi should not underestimate it.

Zhuang Mohan sighed and said, "I often hear people say that Mr. Fan is very talented, but he is still young after all."

The princess stood up and saluted Emperor Qing, then turned to Zhuang Mohan and said, "Mr. Zhuang is a man of great learning, and I have always admired him. But what you said seems to be belittling Fan Xian. Although Fan Xian is young, his talent is evident from his poem "Climbing the High Tower." The princess smiled slightly, paused for a moment, and then revealed her true meaning, "Mr. Zhuang, you are bullying Fan Xian because he is young. Are you worried that he will surpass you and become more famous than you?"

Zhuang Mohan asked softly, "But which seven-character quatrain?"

"Not bad." The princess moved slowly and looked directly into Zhuang Mohan's eyes: "Sir, do you have any poem that can surpass this one?"

“Yun Rui!” Emperor Qing narrowed his eyes, and was slightly annoyed. He raised his voice and said, “Don’t be rude!”

Li An, who was standing by, laughed.

The tea is full of tea flavor, so I try my best to stir up the fire. Li Yunrui, I would like to call you the strongest!

Chapter 74: Poetry through the Ages.

"Sir, you have a broad mind and are well-versed in ancient and modern knowledge." Emperor Qing used his eyes to signal the princess not to go too far, then he turned to Zhuang Mohan and said softly, "Please don't mind what I said just now."

Zhuang Mohan nodded, not caring, but his eyes gradually became empty.

"The sky is high and the wind is strong, the monkeys are howling, the sand is clear and the white birds are flying back. The endless fallen leaves are rustling down, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in." With a sigh, Zhuang Mohan said softly, "What a good poem! I can't compare to it!"

The corners of the eldest princess' mouth slightly raised, her expression undisguised joy, and she asked, "Sir, are you admitting defeat now?"

Zhuang Mohan shook his head and sighed again: "It's a good poem, but it's a pity that it wasn't written by Fan Xian!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room was shocked! Even Fan Xian was slightly stunned, but he understood Zhuang Mohan's intention. He raised his glass and drank the wine, watching Zhuang Mohan's performance with a smile, thinking: "It seems that he is going to start with my literary reputation. Not bad, it's a good plan."

Only the eldest princess' expression remained unchanged. She asked softly, "Sir, do you mean that Fan Xian plagiarized?"

Even Emperor Qing and the Empress standing by were slightly surprised, but because they were so shrewd, they did not show any sign of it and just waited quietly for what was to come.

"Yes." Zhuang Mohan gave an affirmative answer, with a slightly contradictory tone and mixed emotions, and then said: "The last four lines of this poem are quatrains, but they are full of old age. The 100-year illness was written by my master in his twilight years. How could it be written by someone as young as Mr. Fan? This poem was written by my master in the past to comfort himself, but Mr. Fan forced himself to express this sorrow. I'm afraid this act of seeking fame is not appropriate, right?"

Upon hearing this, Fan Xian, who was off the field, looked at Zhuang Mohan deeply and sneered.

"Originally, I was hesitant about whether to disclose this matter, but after thinking it over again and again, I think this can be regarded as helping Master Fan to return to the right path. I have no ill intentions, and I hope Master Fan will reflect on himself." Zhuang Mohan spoke to Fan Xian sincerely, but there was a struggle in his expression. Now that things had come to this, he could only suppress his temper and force himself to finish.

"Fan Xian." Seeing Fan Xian still drinking by himself, Emperor Qing called out. All the officials pricked up their ears curiously, wanting to know how the situation would develop next.

"Tell me, what do you think about it?" Emperor Qing asked softly.

Fan Xian didn't even look at the stage, he just asked Zhuang Mohan: "Do you have a teacher named Du?"

"My teacher's last name is not Du." Zhuang Mohan replied.

Hehe, a light laugh was heard. It turned out that Li An on the side couldn't help but laughed out loud.

Strictly speaking, Zhuang Mohan was right. Fan Xian was indeed a plagiarist. The author of the poem was Du Fu, known as the Sage of Poetry. Seeing this, Fan Xian smiled knowingly and toasted Li An with a glass of wine from a distance. This action also made everyone in the room curious about Li An.

Seeing that everyone didn't believe him, Zhuang Mohan finally opened the scroll in his hand, "This is the proof!"

Everyone looked at the scroll, and saw that it was written with this poem, the handwriting was elegant and lively, yet simple and majestic. The scroll was simple and old, and it was obvious that it was quite old.

The ministers were discussing the matter, and public opinion was leaning towards Zhuang Mohan. At this time, a man rushed out from the table and spoke loudly.

"Your Majesty, Fan Xian is extremely shameless, deceiving the world and stealing fame. He has truly brought shame upon our Qing Nation. Your Majesty, please punish him and expel him from Kyoto!"

It was Guo Baokun who spoke, and this action made everyone in the room look ugly, including Guo Baokun's father, the Minister of Rites Guo Youzhi.

Upon hearing this, Emperor Qing frowned and his eyes became stern. He did not like Zhuang Mohan, but at this moment he hated the man lying on the stage even more. He said coldly: "I have the final law of Qing country, but if you want to punish someone, you must pay attention to evidence."

"Master Fan, why don't you write another poem and let Mr. Zhuang comment on it. Even if it is not done well, no one will blame you." The Queen beside Emperor Qing spoke up to help ease the atmosphere.

"Thank you, Queen." Fan Xian said respectfully, then turned to Guo Baokun and said sarcastically, "The matter has not yet been concluded. Why are you so happy, Mr. Guo, as if I really plagiarized it?"

"This..." Guo Baokun said stubbornly, "I am not happy at all, I am indignant!"

No one in the room was stupid, and gradually they came to their senses.

Fan Xian laughed at himself and said, "I just know some pedantic words, which is not worth mentioning. Mr. Zhuang, on the other hand, is copying poems for his teacher. I wonder what his teacher would think if he knew about this?"

Without waiting for anyone to say anything, Fan Xian asked, "Mr. Zhuang, did your master write many poems?"

"It's just the one just now." Zhuang Mohan said in a deep voice. For some reason, he had a bad premonition in his heart.

Fan Xian nodded, raised his glass and poured himself a glass of wine, saying as he drank: "Singing to the wine, how long is life? It is like the morning dew, and the past days are full of suffering. Your green collar, my heart is lingering. But for your sake, I have been pondering until now. I have guests, playing the harp and blowing the flute. It is as bright as the moon, when can it be picked? The whole world is at peace."

After this poem, the whole place was silent. No one paid attention to what happened just now. They were all immersed in this short song. After a moment, everyone was shocked and cheered together!

Even Emperor Qing was slightly intoxicated. He squinted his eyes and looked at Fan Xian with satisfaction. He turned his head to look at Zhuang Mohan and asked, "Mr. Zhuang, what do you think of this poem? Hahaha."

Zhuang Mohan did not answer Emperor Qing, but remained silent, unable to tell whether he was happy or angry. In his life, he had been respected by scholars all over the world, wrote countless articles and made many policy proposals, and was also a man of good moral character, cultivating and supporting many younger generations. But now it seemed that he would eventually be burdened by this family relationship, and now his reputation was ruined.

"Mr. Fan, if you want to write a poem, let me copy it down for you!" Eunuch Hou said with a happy face.

The eunuch beside him had already brought a low table, placed writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone on it, and started transcribing the poem he had just written.

Fan Xian disliked the slowness of the wine glass, so he picked up the large wine jar on the unknown minister's table and drank it all at once. He did not stop, and continued to speak, writing a poem every two steps and a poem every three steps.

"Have you not seen that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns. 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."

"When will the spring flowers and autumn moon end? How much do I know about the past? How much sorrow can you have? It is like a river of spring water flowing eastward."

"I don't know what year it is in the palace of heaven. I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid of the jade buildings and jade palaces."

Fan Xian was still going on. Emperor Qing on the high platform had a puzzled look on his face, while the eldest princess listened expressionlessly. The second prince and the crown prince were shocked, but Zhuang Mohan was the only one who looked delighted. He nodded his old head from time to time and murmured Fan Xian's poems.

Li An looked at Fan Xian, who was full of vigor and vitality, reciting familiar poems one after another. He couldn't help but drink a few more glasses of wine, and sighed that Fan Xian's memory was digitized, and his memory was amazing! If I were to do it myself, I really couldn't do it!

"Sir, is this the interesting thing you mentioned? It's really wonderful!" Shisan Wang said excitedly behind him.

Li An picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth, chewing it, and said happily: "Isn't it wonderful?" Of course it is wonderful, the treasure of Chinese civilization, it would be strange if it is not wonderful. Li An was eating melon for his own amusement, but he didn't expect that the melon would be eaten on his body later.

Chapter 75 became famous.

"I look at my sword by lamplight while drunk, and dream of blowing the horn in the camp. Eight hundred of my subordinates are roasting meat, and fifty strings are playing the sound of the frontier. Soldiers are being reviewed in the battlefield in autumn!" Fan Xian did not stop, and his voice of reciting the poem was ups and downs, slowly unfolding. His face turned red with excitement, and he looked drunk.

But he was not drunk after all, and only then did he realize it.

Seeing that the wine jar in his hand was empty, he shouted "Wine!" He staggered, with a sarcastic look on his face. He took the wine jar handed over by a minister and started drinking. At the end, he raised his sleeves to wipe off the wine stains, walked towards Zhuang Mohan and asked, "Master Zhuang, do you still suspect that I plagiarized your teacher's poems?"

Zhuang Mohan tapped the table with his right hand, immersed in the poem. With his literary accomplishment, how could he not appreciate the artistic conception of the poem? After hearing Fan Xian's question, he came back to his senses and smelled a pungent smell of alcohol. He frowned and said anxiously, "Why do you have to do this, Mr. Fan? Drink less and don't hurt your body."

"I am not as good as you in annotating scriptures and explaining texts. You are not as good as me in reciting poems." Fan Xian sneered, "Mr. Zhuang has many students all over the world and is the best writer in ancient and modern times, but when it comes to writing poems, I'm afraid he is not as good as Mr. Li An!"

Fan Xian did not forget the agreement he had made with Li An in the restaurant, and decided to drag him in to help him share the attention. He turned around and said loudly, "Next, I will talk about the poems written by Mr. Li An!"

"I wish to be a pair of wings in the sky and a pair of branches on the ground"

"The east wind blew again last night in my small building, and I could not bear to look back at my homeland in the bright moonlight"

"The country is ruined but the mountains and rivers remain, the city is overgrown with grass and trees in spring"

Fan Xian's body was swaying, his face was as pale as peach, but his eyes were very bright. He walked and stopped, his face was crazy, like a madman, and he blurted out poems one after another as if they were free.

Li An's expression at this moment was exactly the same as his, with a crazy expression and slightly red eyes, as if he wanted to eat someone.

He made a mistake. He really didn't expect that Fan Xian would bring him along for this show-off. After thinking about it, he understood Fan Xian's intention. He wanted him to share the attention of the whole world!

Several eunuchs near the palace gate were writing with brushes that were about to spark. They wiped their sweat while writing furiously. The most important thing was that their handwriting was very neat even at such a fast speed. This was precious.

"Are there already a hundred poems?" Fan Xian asked Eunuch Hou drunkenly.

"Oh." Eunuch Hou sighed softly, stopped writing and looked up and said, "I already have it."

Upon hearing this, Fan Xian nodded, pointed his finger at Zhuang Mohan and said coldly: "I can't be a literary master. And you can't be a human being!" After he finished speaking, he passed out muttering "Fuck you".

The ministers had no time to care about Fan Xian's misbehavior in the palace. Their eyes were all dull and they were motionless.

Zhuang Mohan finally couldn't hold back after hearing Fan Xian's words and feeling guilty about himself. He spat out a mouthful of blood and leaned over the table, gasping for breath, which sounded like a broken bellows.

"Call the imperial physician!" Emperor Qing shouted loudly, then turned to Li An and said, "Lord Li, can you help?"

Seeing this, Li An nodded, and did not mention the reward in this occasion. He stepped on the stage and held Zhuang Mohan, and then a force came out, stabilizing Zhuang Mohan's injuries. This is a manifestation of anger and depression in the chest, Li An, who already has LV9 medical skills, thought to himself. After a while, the imperial doctor arrived and found that there was nothing wrong with him after the examination. After he woke up, he prescribed a set of medicine and left the hall.

"Fan Xian and Mr. Li are truly talented!" The prince muttered to himself with an unwilling look on his face.

The second prince was the closest and chuckled, "If there is no fairyland, where did these poems come from?"

Hearing the word "fairyland", Emperor Qing's expression changed. He thought of the temple and silently turned to look at Li An.

Guo Baokun, who was in the audience, was already drunk at this moment. He realized his own ending, but at this moment he had thousands of words in his heart, but he couldn't say a single word.

But his father, Guo Youzhi, seemed to have grasped the last straw, and said loudly: "Your Majesty, if it is true as Fan Xian said, then this Mr. Li must be a great talent of the time. But the poems just now were all recited by Fan Xian alone, making it difficult to distinguish the truth from the false. There may be other possibilities!"

Emperor Qing asked playfully: "Then what do you want?" If Chen Pingping and Fan Jian, who were familiar with Emperor Qing, were present, they would be able to see that Emperor Qing was on the verge of a rage.

Guo Youzhi continued with a stiff upper lip: "Then let Mr. Li recite one of his own poems, so that people will be convinced!"

"Lord Li, what do you think?" Emperor Qing threw the question to Li An.

Li An hesitated for a moment, then nodded and agreed, "Of course."

He was just pondering, thinking about which poems he could recite. This poem had to be not just any one of the 100 poems just now, it had to be of some weight and quality to be convincing. And Li An was also secretly blaming Fan Xian, saying that he had to drag me out to take the blame, and now the trouble continued, and he had to finish it himself to make up for the lie.

Although everyone in the room was overwhelmed by the numerous poems just heard, they perked up now and looked over curiously, waiting to savor Ang Lee's new work.

Li An thought about the "Telepathic Fingering" that he knew, and said in his heart: Master Li Shangyin, I'm sorry!

He walked down the stage, took the paper and pen from a eunuch, and started to practice calligraphy to the pinnacle!

"Last night's stars, last night's wind, west of the painted building, east of the osmanthus hall.

The body has no colorful phoenix wings and wings, and the heart is a little bit better.

The second seat is sent to the hook and the spring wine is warm, and the lamp is red with wax-covered wax.

Alas, I hear the drum and go to work, my horse galloping to the Lanting Pavilion is like a rolling tumbleweed. "

"What calligraphy!" a minister shouted excitedly.

This shout seemed to have set off a chain reaction, and several more shouts were heard.

"This font, this font! This is a new font!" An elderly minister said in a trembling voice, his face full of disbelief!

"No doubt about it!" A civil official from the Hanlin Garden said excitedly, "This is definitely calligraphy that has reached the level of a master. This is a new school of calligraphy, worthy of being established!"

People were excited, shouting, and overjoyed. Their eyes were shining, and they looked greedily at the page of rice paper, as if it were a peerless beauty.

The people in the hall had been startled countless times today. At this moment, they all gathered around, staring at Fan Xian on the ground with strange expressions, and occasionally glancing at Li An, still terrified. The three views they had built up over the years were completely destroyed. He was truly a great man of all time, but now he was rivaled by these two!

Quiet. The hall suddenly became quiet again.

It was only when Emperor Qing saw that the situation was out of order that he ordered Eunuch Hou to send Fan Xian out of the palace and take good care of him.

"Mr. Li, how much more do you know that I don't know?" Emperor Qing had a half-smile on his face, and Zhuang Mohan, who had recovered, perked up and looked at the paper for a moment, then turned around and looked at Li An as if he were a monster.

Li An smiled slightly and said, "Mostly just some hobbies."

Emperor Qing nodded and said, "Sir, can the original copy of this calligraphy be kept in the palace?"

Li An nodded and said goodbye to Emperor Qing.

Afterwards, in the gaze of everyone, he and Wang Shisanlang strode away without looking back.

Chapter 76 Candidates.

Li An and the other man walked out of the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests. Looking at Hong Sixiang, who was sitting on a stool in the moonlight in front of them, and the motionless food and wine beside him, a smile appeared on their faces.

Although there were no huge troops outside the huge and spacious hall, just this one person made Wang Shisanlang behind him alert.

His hand silently placed on the hilt of the sword, he walked around Li An, took a step forward, stood in front and was fully focused on defense.

In his heart, he always thought that this was the great master in the palace that the world had passed down, so he was so cautious.

It seems that Si Gu Jian did not tell his disciples some inside information.

Li An waved his hand to stop Wang Shisanlang's actions.

He just asked in a loud voice: "Thank you for your hard work, Eunuch Hong."

"I dare not." There seemed to be a hint of weirdness in the air. Hong Sixiang was in a bad mood. No one wanted to face a grandmaster alone, especially when the grandmaster was exuding his aura.

"My little strength is nothing compared to yours. With you in the palace, I think it will be safe." Hong Sixiang paused respectfully, looked up at the man in front of him who was too young, sighed, and said, "Compared to you, I don't know how many years I have wasted."

"Oh, you're really not worried? Look at the food and drinks next to you, they haven't been touched." Li An joked, ignoring Hong Sixiang's sigh, and asked, "Fan Xian left?"

"He just left not long ago." Hong Sixiang nodded. With his level of skill, he could tell a person's state without any instruction: "He is quite drunk."

Li An smiled slightly to show that he understood, and said, "It's getting late, Eunuch Hong, please don't go."