Chapter 260 Don’t You Know
Emperor Qing became alert upon hearing this. He leaned forward and squinted his eyes at Guo Baokun in the hall, his eyes full of inquiry.
Guo Baokun's eyes were wandering. He carefully raised his eyes to see His Majesty's reaction, then quickly lowered his head and forced himself to calm down.
"Of course, I just heard it."
Fan Xian slammed the table and questioned loudly.
"Then why, when I arrived at the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests today, Young Master Guo said with such certainty that he would see me ruined today!"
The eldest princess' pupils shrank and she looked at Guo Youzhi expressionlessly.
Guo Youzhi didn't notice the princess's gaze. The moment he heard Fan Xian's question, his eyes went dark.
If his son had not been dancing so happily, Fan Xian might not have remembered the matter. Now that his rebellious son has come back to scold him again, he has to think of a way to remedy the situation quickly.
Emperor Qing showed surprise on his face, and his previous dissatisfaction was gradually replaced by curiosity and amusement. Is there such a thing?
Fan Xian continued firing.
"I wonder if Young Master Guo is good at predicting things, or if he has been secretly in contact with Mr. Zhuang for a long time?"
"A bunch of nonsense."
No matter what Fan Xian said, it was Guo Baokun's habit to refute it first. He twisted his upper body and looked at Fan Xian.
Thinking back on what he said, I wanted to find some loopholes to refute him, but Fan Xian's misuse of words was really incomprehensible!
He couldn't bear it at all! He couldn't help but speak.
"Can the secret communication be used in this place? Huh?"
Fan Xian: "..."
You will grasp the key points.
When this scene reappeared before his eyes, Mei Cheng'an almost couldn't hold back his laughter. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and pinched the inside of his thigh in time.
Guo Youzhi really couldn't stand it anymore.
"Alright! What time is it? And you still need to be particular about your words?!"
Guo Baokun shrank his neck and knelt back obediently.
Guo Youzhi, who already had an idea, stood up and walked to the hall, knelt down beside his son and bowed to the emperor.
"Your Majesty, my son and Fan Xian have always been at odds with each other, so their quarrel will not affect the overall situation.
The key now is still Fan Xian's poem. Since he plagiarized other people's poems, he should be severely punished!
Otherwise, it will be difficult to calm down the world's gossip! "
Fan Xian finished the wine in his glass, put it down and pointed at Guo Youzhi.
"The Minister is really amazing. He hits the nail on the head."
Guo Youzhi said expressionlessly.
"Just speaking the truth."
Fan Xian smiled and stood up.
When Emperor Qing saw that Fan Xian was about to fight back, his eyes lit up and he quickly waved to the father and son kneeling in the hall, signaling them to step back first.
Guo Youzhi and Guo Baokun felt relieved and quickly stood up and returned to their seats.
After Fan Xian walked outside the table with the wine glass, he picked up his wine jug and found that it was empty again.
His eyes naturally swept to the pot of wine on his fellow villager's table, and Fan Xian walked straight over.
Before he put his hand on it, Mei Cheng'an slapped him hard, glared at him and made a mouth shape to "get out".
Fan Xian rubbed his hands with a sullen look on his face and whispered softly.
"mean."
The ministers: “…”, is there any other business to be done?
Emperor Qing: “…”, is there anything else that needs to be done?
Prince: “…”, is there anything else important to do?
The second prince was delighted and spoke as he picked up his wine jug.
"Fan Xian, I have this."
As he said this, he shook it towards him and showed it.
Fan Xian's face lit up with joy, but before taking his fellow villager away he looked at him with disdain and sneered.
Mei Chengan was so upset that he thought that half a pot of wine he had just drunk was really just feeding it to the dog. No, that was too insulting to the dog!
Walking up to the platform, Fan Xian took the wine jug from the Second Prince. He was not in a hurry to pour the wine. He turned around and looked at Zhuang Mohan and spoke.
"Mr. Zhuang, you are right. I did copy this poem."
As soon as this statement came out, the whole hall was in an uproar.
Admitted it! He actually admitted it in class!
Mei Chengan glanced at him, conspicuous!
The smile on the face of the Second Prince, who had just handed him the wine, froze. No way, buddy, where do you put me now that you recognize me?
The prince's eyes went dark. Even if he had really copied it, he couldn't recognize it now. What kind of rule was this? Did he have to change the person he supported again?
The eldest princess should have laughed but couldn't, because she always felt something was wrong. Fan Xian's behavior was too abnormal.
Emperor Qing also found it unusual, so he became even more interested.
Zhuang Mohan looked very calm, he smiled and put down his wine glass.
"Master Fan, knowing your mistakes and speaking out is courage. Master Fan will become a great man after this incident!"
Fan Xian also smiled, poured himself a glass of wine and spoke.
"Don't rush to praise me, I haven't finished what I'm saying, Mr. Zhuang. I'm just copying poems for myself.
And you, are copying poems for your teacher, so we are of the same kind, what is this called, this is called fate!
Come on, let's go one by one, I'll do it first."
Without waiting for Zhuang Mohan's reaction, Fan Xian picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp. After finishing, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and continued.
"Hey, did you drink? Never mind, it's not important. I'll continue."
Talking doesn't delay pouring the wine.
"I did copy this poem, but it wasn't from your teacher.
What I copied was Shaoling Ye Lao, written by the great poet Du Fu, and it has nothing to do with your teacher.
I don't mind Mr. Zhuang deceiving the world and stealing fame for your master, but I don't know what your master will do after he finds out what you have done.
I'm afraid he'll be so angry that he'll jump up and want to clean up the mess, are you afraid?" After Fan Xian finished speaking, the whole audience gasped.
Hiss~ Can you still curse like this? This is too cruel.
Mei Cheng'an curled the corners of his mouth. Fan Xian's little mouth seemed to be filled with poison. If this word happened in ancient times, it would have been extremely lethal.
Emperor Qing couldn't help but smile when he heard this, but he quickly restrained himself as he didn't want anyone to see it.
The princess looked at Fan Xian expressionlessly, her eyes thoughtful. Shaoling Ye Lao? Is there such a person?
Zhuang Mohan was indeed angry, but he managed to remain calm.
"Poet Saint? Hehehe.
May I ask, Mr. Fan, from which dynasty did this great poet belong?
If you are a poet, why didn't you leave your name in history?"
Fan Xian exclaimed.
"I forgot to tell you, he is not mentioned in history books."
Although Zhuang Mohan is old, his mind is becoming more and more childish. He is thinking about revenge for the humiliation of his teacher, and he said sarcastically when he heard it.
"Oh, so that's how it is."
Fan Xian smiled and didn't care. After finishing the wine in the glass, his eyes were a little blurry. He spoke as he poured the wine.
"He is actually from another world, a world with thousands of years of elegance and brilliant literature."
Zhuang Mohan sighed and asked in a serious tone.
"Could it be that it is the legendary fairyland?"
This remark caused laughter in the hall.
Fan Xian turned around and glanced around the hall. There was no anger or fury. It was normal for him not to believe it because he had never experienced it.
As he thought about it, he glanced at his fellow villager, and Mei Chengan happened to be looking at him as well. The two smiled at each other, and he felt even calmer.
When the laughter died down, Fan Xian smiled.
“It sounds a bit ridiculous, I see everyone is laughing, but I’m not kidding.
Compared to this world, it is not an exaggeration to call that world the fairyland."
Zhuang Mohan asked.
"Have you been there?"
Fan Xian turned to him and smiled.
"It has to be Mr. Zhuang. Judging from their expressions, they don't quite believe it. You are the only one who can ask this question seriously."
After saying this, Fan Xian suddenly closed his eyes and spoke as if he was mumbling in a dream.
"Well... I have been there, I guess. It is a picture scroll left in my dream, and it is my remaining memory..."
Guo Youzhi couldn't listen any longer and interrupted him.
"Master Fan, you mean that you traveled to the fairyland in your dream and recited a poem back?"
Laughter broke out again in the hall.
Fan Xian opened his eyes and looked at him, then exclaimed, because two Guo Youzhi appeared in his eyes. He blinked and took a moment before they merged into one.
At this time, Guo Youzhi had already stood up and stood in the hall again.
"Your Majesty, what Fan Xian said is too bizarre and absurd. Such sophistry is actually deceiving the king. Your Majesty, please make a holy judgment!"
Emperor Qing glanced at him without saying anything, and moved his gaze to Fan Xian's back.
Fan Xian looked at Guo Youzhi and smiled. The alcohol was almost brewing and it was time to attack the enemy directly.
Having made up his mind, he turned and looked at Zhuang Mohan.
"Mr. Zhuang, look, I wanted to talk to you slowly, but Mr. Guo was so anxious that he wanted to kill me.
I can only speed up and defend myself. If I delay any longer, I will become the one who deceives the emperor in the eyes of Mr. Guo. Please forgive me.
Mr. Zhuang, may I ask, did your teacher write many poems?
Guo Youzhi's face turned a little dark. He noticed that Emperor Qing, the two princes, the eldest princess, and even Zhuang Mohan were looking at him strangely.
Speaking of which, Fan Xian was quite polite to him later and didn't say anything bad to him. Zhuang Mohan's apology to him gradually increased.
Alas, I am controlled by others. I can only bite the bullet and do things against my will, Zhuang Mohan said after thinking about it.
"My master wrote many poems."
Fan Xian asked again.
"Is there much that is unknown?"
Zhuang Mohan sighed.
"Alas, the only one that is less known in history is the one I just showed you."
Upon hearing this, Fan Xian turned around and looked down at Guo Youzhi. He first raised the corners of his mouth, and then the angle of his mouth became larger and larger.
After walking down the steps from the platform, Fan Xian laughed out loud when he came to Guo Youzhi's side.
“Ha, ha ...
Laughing and patting Guo Youzhi's shoulder, Fan Xian moved closer.
"Hahaha, Minister Guo, who, who was in the dream with you and me? I only recited one poem in the dream, hahahahaha."
Guo Youzhi turned his head to look at Fan Xian, who was smiling wildly and had a flushed face that was not sure whether it was caused by drunkenness or excitement, and was somewhat confused about what he meant.
Fan Xian laughed and patted his shoulders twice again, then staggered back. Guo Youzhi turned around and looked at him.
Picking up the wine jug and wine glass, Fan Xian wanted to pour the wine, but he found that he was not quite sure about the position. He tried twice but both times the wine fell to the ground.
Simply throwing the wine glass away, Fan Xian directly opened the lid of the wine pot and poured the wine into his mouth while staggering forward.
After drinking, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and threw the empty wine jug on the ground. Fan Xian snatched the wine barrel from the eunuch who was refilling Mei Cheng'an's wine jug, took two steps sideways to stand in the middle of the passage, stood firm, turned around and faced the hall, and roared with heroic spirit.
"Paper! Ink!"
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(End of this chapter)
