Chapter 259 Full of loopholes
Emperor Qing looked at the ministers below the stage.
"Is Guo Baokun here?"
"The minister is here."
Guo Baokun, who was standing behind Guo Youzhi, responded, then stood up in a panic, walked to the hall, bowed, and stood quietly.
Emperor Qing asked directly.
"Did Fan Xian write this poem?"
Guo Baokun subconsciously glanced at his father, and after being glared at by Guo Youzhi, he hesitated for a moment before telling the truth.
"Yes!"
The princess took every opportunity to maintain her persona and looked at Zhuang Mohan.
"So, Mr. Zhuang deliberately framed me!"
The second prince spoke up to smooth things over.
"Or maybe I was deceived by some villain, so I have this misunderstanding."
The eldest princess looked a little embarrassed.
Zhuang Mohan smiled and spoke in a very relaxed tone.
"It all comes together. The last four lines of this poem were written by my master when he visited Tingzhou. It is a good thing that such beautiful lines can be seen again in the world."
As he spoke, Zhuang Mohan smiled and looked at Fan Xian below the stage.
"But Master Fan is seeking fame by using other people's poems. This is not appropriate."
Fan Xian turned a deaf ear and continued to eat and drink calmly.
Zhuang Mohan retracted his gaze and continued.
"For scholars to succeed in life, virtue is more important than talent."
As he spoke, he continued to look at Fan Xian and judge him.
"In the first four lines of this poem, Mr. Fan's writing is brilliant and outstanding.
Then why should we be so greedy for fame and advancement and seek reputation by using other people's works?
I hesitated again and again whether to reveal the matter, but after thinking about it carefully, I decided that telling the truth would also help Mr. Fan.
As the saying goes, there is no construction without destruction. If Mr. Fan can turn back from his mistakes and rebuild his moral character and mind, he will still have a promising future.
Mr. Fan, this is also my love for talent, and I have no ill intentions. I hope you will reflect on yourself."
After the long and tedious trial, the hall fell into complete silence.
Mei Cheng'an took a sip of wine and sighed in his heart, thinking that old ginger is still wiser, and the tongue of a scholar is sometimes sharper than a sword.
Add some psychological activities to an ordinary story, make the tone more sincere and frank, and enhance its status, wow.
Mei Cheng'an estimated that most of the ministers in the palace had already believed it.
Emperor Qing was also a little confused and looked directly at Fan Xian.
"Fan Xian, do you have anything to say?"
Fan Xian was in no hurry to answer. Under everyone's gaze, he held the empty wine jug and shook it towards his fellow villager, indicating that he had finished his jug.
Mei Cheng'an rolled his eyes and reluctantly handed him the half pot left on the table. There was only one pot left, and he would need more later.
Fan Xian took the jug and poured himself some wine, while asking Zhuang Mohan loudly.
"Mr. Zhuang, your master's surname is Du?"
Zhuang Mohan didn't want to say it bluntly.
"My master's last name is not Du."
Fan Xian finished the wine in his glass, smacked his lips, and glanced at the dishes on the table, as if he was considering which one to eat next.
Hmm, Fan Xian replied casually.
"Then it'll be fine."
The eldest princess frowned slightly. What on earth did Fan Xian mean? Was that all he meant by asking such a strange question?
If you say he admits it, he will make sarcastic remarks from time to time. If you say he is unwilling to accept, angry and unwilling to resign, he will not make any excuses. What is he doing?
Forget it, forget about him. As long as I can present the evidence in advance and make the matter real, then nothing he says will be of any use.
After thinking about it, the princess spoke.
"Mr. Zhuang is known for respecting teachers. I don't think he would make random accusations in the name of a teacher, but people's hearts are hard to predict."
After a pause, the princess looked at Zhuang Mohan and continued.
"Seeing the younger generation's fame rising, I feel unwilling to accept it and make up stories, which may ruin their future."
Zhuang Mohan looked unhappy.
"Princess, are you suspecting me and framing the younger generation by stealing their teacher's name? If you are talking about the younger generation, is there anyone who can compare to the Master of the Mei Family?
Fan Xian has only one poem that is widely circulated throughout the world, but Mei Gongzi has many famous works.
If I am really this kind of person, I would rather frame Mei Cheng'an than Fan Xian. If we talk about jealousy, I should be more jealous of him."
Mei Chengan: “…”
You are so good, Old Deng, you finally used me as a raft.
When Zhuang Mohan said this, everyone nodded. This made sense. Fan Xian was just beginning to show his potential, and Mei Chengan was indeed much better than him.
If that's the case, then it can't be really copied.
Now it was Fan Xian's turn to tease Mei Cheng'an, raising his wine glass and making all kinds of faces at him.
Mei Cheng'an rolled his eyes at the guy, clinked glasses with him, and drank it all in one gulp. Things change.
The eldest princess was speechless for a moment after hearing Zhuang Mohan's words. After thinking for a while, she spoke.
"Perhaps it is because Mei Cheng'an has written so many poems that he is difficult to target, while Fan Xian only has one poem, so it is easier to target him."
Hiss~ What the princess said seems to make sense.
Everyone began to sway again. The eldest princess nodded to Zhuang Mohan.
"I dare not doubt Mr. Zhuang's character, but my Qing Kingdom is different from Northern Qi. Everything is based on the law. If you want to accuse someone of a crime, empty words are not enough."
It should be said or not, no matter what the eldest princess is thinking secretly, what she said on the surface was really nice and hit the point.
Zhuang Mohan nodded when he heard this.
"What the princess said makes sense!"
After saying this, his eyes swept towards the scroll that had been placed on the table to his right. He reached out and picked it up, opened it and threw it out.
An old drawing paper covered with words appeared before everyone's eyes.
Zhuang Mohan looked at everyone from afar.
"Please look, this is what my master wrote personally. Does this count as proof?"
Due to the angle, except for the Crown Prince and the Second Prince who could see roughly, everyone else could not see clearly even if they stretched their necks.
Emperor Qing was no exception. He tilted his body and tilted his head to look hard but still couldn't see anything clearly.
The eldest princess was very into the role. Even though no one was looking at her, she still showed surprise and doubt on her face. Then she decisively stood up from her seat and walked to the front of the painting.
After pretending to look at it carefully, he looked flustered and embarrassed.
"Yes, indeed, these four sentences."
Emperor Qing slammed the table and waved his hand impatiently.
The two eunuchs who were accompanying him immediately moved, one on the left and one on the right, took the poem and painting from Zhuang Mohan's hands, and came to Emperor Qing to show them to him.
Emperor Qing leaned over the desk, stretched his head to look up and down, and subconsciously tilted his head. Is this... such a big deal?
After watching Emperor Qing sit back thoughtfully, the two eunuchs turned around and walked to the edge of the platform and demonstrated it to the ministers.
Mei Cheng'an took a look while holding the wine glass and said, "You know what, the handwriting is quite nice. The paper is yellowed, showing signs of time."
The two eunuchs did not stay for long, and soon walked down the steps to show them to the ministers one by one.
The first person he looked at was Guo Youzhi. He seemed fine. He glanced at Fan Xian secretly with a calm expression.
Guo Baokun behind him showed some joy on his face. He leaned over the table with a smile on his face and looked at it, then looked at Fan Xian teasingly.
When it was shown to Xin Qiwu, his body stiffened a little. He originally didn't believe that Fan Xian had plagiarized from the bottom of his heart, but faced with the glaring evidence, he didn't know whether he should believe it or not. He just felt uneasy, as if he was the one who was exposed.
When it came to Mei Cheng'an, he mainly observed the traces of aging, but after looking for a long time, he didn't see any clues.
Zhuang Mohan's aging technique is top notch.
Mei Cheng'an looked at Fan Xian, smacked his lips, pointed at the painting, and then gave a thumbs up.
Fan Xian rolled his eyes, snorted, and looked disdainful, but when it was his turn to watch, he watched with great interest.
Zhuang Mohan spoke at this time. He chuckled and pointed at the painting on display.
"In fact, even without this handwritten letter, one can still see the clues. The last four lines of this poem convey a sense of desolation and desolation.
If you have not experienced the ups and downs of life, how can you write with such artistic conception?
But Master Fan, you are young and glorious, how come you are in such a sad mood? It is better to be too sad when you are young. "
Upon hearing this, Emperor Qing smiled with his eyes closed, but his face darkened after that. To kill someone is to destroy his heart, too much is as bad as too little.
The poems were displayed very quickly, staying at each position for only a few seconds, and soon the whole circle was displayed.
As the eldest princess's man, Guo Youzhi felt relieved and looked in the direction of the eldest princess with a smile that showed his plan had succeeded.
The princess was indeed looking at Fan Xian. She wanted to know what expression Fan Xian had on his face at this point.
Fan Xian noticed the princess's gaze and did not avoid it. After clinking glasses with his fellow villager, he looked back and even smiled.
The eldest princess: "..."
Even in this situation, you can still laugh?
Fan Xian laughed, but the eldest princess couldn't laugh anymore. She was confused and wondered if he was stupid or he had someone to rely on.
She was just daydreaming when Guo Baokun in the audience saw that the outcome was decided and could no longer sit still. He stood up, holding up his coat, and ran to the hall, where he knelt and bowed.
"Your Majesty, Fan Xian is a deceitful and shameless person. His behavior has brought shame to the scholars of our dynasty."
The smile on Guo Youzhi's face also disappeared. He stared at his son who was opening champagne at halftime in amazement. "Big fool Kun! What are you doing? !
Fan Xian couldn't help but laugh, it has to be you, Mr. Guo.
Mei Cheng'an sighed in disappointment and said, "My God, Mr. Guo, you really know how to pick the right time."
Didn’t you see that His Majesty’s face has turned black? His face is so long, and the word "unhappy" is almost written on his face. Why is he jumping out here to seek death?
Guo Baokun didn't care about that and was having a great time.
"I beg Your Majesty to strip this literary thief of his honors and expel him from the capital. Never employ him again in this life!"
After an impassioned speech, Guo Baokun prostrated himself and kowtowed.
Emperor Qing looked at him impatiently and said nothing.
Fan Xian spoke.
"Mr. Guo, since I have brought shame to the Qing Kingdom, why are you so happy?"
Guo Baokun straightened up and leaned towards Fan Xian.
"You bullshit!"
After refuting, he rolled his eyes and thought about what to say.
"I am indignant! I am ashamed to be associated with you!"
Fan Xian asked quietly.
"Then may I ask, Master Guo, when did you know that Mr. Zhuang was going to argue the truth in the palace?"
As soon as this question was asked, the eldest princess who was looking at the audience subconsciously straightened her body. Guo Youzhi's heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself, "Oh no!"
Mei Cheng'an sighed silently, this is full of loopholes, Mr. Guo.
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(End of this chapter)
