Chapter 152: The Immortal Poet and the Sage (Subscription Request)

"Oh, Master Fan, it's already over a hundred years old." Eunuch Hou said, holding a brush, and the whole banquet fell silent.

There are not just one but hundreds of poems that have been verified by history and have survived through the ages. They have shocked too many people. Some people may not understand them, but looking at the serious faces of those literati, you can know how amazing they are.

Fan Ruoruo and Lin Wan'er looked at Fan Xian with admiration. All the officials, dignitaries, envoys, and even the grandmasters had changed their minds about Fan Xian.

Ye Liuyun had just drunk a lot of wine. When faced with this situation, he could only use drinking to release his inner emotions. He was born into a noble family and knew the horror of these poems.

Fan Jian, Chen Pingping, and even Emperor Qing were all proud in their hearts. This was Fan Xian, their son (x3).

Guo Baokun was not a complete fool. He recited poems while drinking and was already drunk. He seemed to have realized that their plan had completely failed.

The princess remained expressionless, but she was already feeling despair in her heart. Fan Xian had memorized hundreds of poems, and not many people believed that he had plagiarized.

Zhuang Mohan was shocked, but happy inside. As a true literary giant, he had real appreciation ability. These were all classics.

Everyone knew that Fan Xian became famous in this battle. When it came to poetry, he was unrivaled in the world.

"Then let's do this." Fan Xian looked drunk. Shen Qingzhou didn't pay attention to it when he was watching TV series in his previous life, but now that he was at the scene, he did notice it. Considering that he was going to steal something soon, it turned out that this was killing two birds with one stone.

Everyone here thought he was drunk, so naturally no one would suspect him of entering the palace in the middle of the night. And there was another thing he could get away with.

There were many place names in the poems he recited that could not be explained, such as "There is no cloud except Wushan Mountain, Wushan". He was drunk and avoided the whole night, so no one cared about them. The only one who was serious was Zhuang Mohan.

Zhuang Mohan wanted to vomit blood in his heart. He was not regretting but was afraid. He almost destroyed this genius of all ages.

"There is no such thing as a fairyland in this world." Guo Baokun was assisting Fan Xian, who was now stumbling towards Zhuang Mohan.

"If there is no fairyland, where do these poems come from?" The second prince questioned Guo Baokun.

"He must have written it himself. But even if all these poems were written by him, even if he wrote thousands of them, it doesn't mean that he didn't plagiarize that seven-character poem." Guo Baokun still has some rationality. He will make up for his mistakes, but not much.

"He can recite famous lines from memory without thinking. Why would we bother to copy such a person? And why would we bother to copy him?" The Second Prince spoke angrily. Everyone could tell that he was trying to save face for Fan Xian.

He has always done this before anyone knew that he and the eldest princess had joined forces. It was quite confusing.

The second prince was also shocked. Once Fan Xian's hundred poems came out, his status was definitely different. The crown prince felt a little sad, as he was much worse than the second prince in winning over Fan Xian.

"I am not as good as you in annotating scriptures and interpreting texts. You are not as good as me in reciting poems. I am not good enough to be a great writer. And you are not good enough to be a human being." After saying this, he lay on his back. It was time to get drunk.

"I'm drunk and want to sleep, so you may go away now." Fan Xian muttered to himself. The banquet fell into complete silence, as everyone was afraid that they would not be able to hear the second half of his sentence.

"Fuck you." Fan Xian also swore.

"Ling Feng, protect Mr. Zhuang's vitality." Shen Qingzhou suddenly said without raising his head. He was very familiar with this famous scene and could see that Zhuang Mohan's tense nerves were about to break. He couldn't spit out blood now because his ranking had not been read out yet. It would be unlucky for him to spit out blood.

He also couldn't let Fan Xian sit on the throne of the Immortal Poet. There was an irreconcilable hatred between him and the Fan family. This time, cutting off his title of Immortal Poet could be considered a kind of revenge.

When Zhuang Mohan heard Fan Xian's voice, he felt ashamed and angry. He dropped the wine glass in his hand and was about to vomit blood.

Suddenly, a figure appeared beside him and quickly pointed at Zhuang Mohan. When Zhuang Mohan came to his senses, he was already sitting down steadily.

"Let go of Mr. Zhuang." At the same time, Gong Dian had already attacked the God Catcher, his eyes eager to try, because in the palace, he was one of the few people who had never been challenged and had never challenged others. He was a little dissatisfied with his ranking.

Although the God of Capture has not been ranked yet, everyone knows that his skills are better than the Four Famous Detectives. The Four Famous Detectives are ranked higher than himself, so the God of Capture is naturally stronger. If I defeat him, I will be in the top ten in the world.

Of course, he knew that he was just testing others, and he used all his strength.

Everyone looked at Ku He and the Northern Qi delegation. They had not taken any action at all. Of course, that was also an idea they had thought of, but they were stopped by Haitang Duoduo. The master said that capturing a god does not mean killing people. This is what a grandmaster does.

"Your skills are quite profound, but they are too heavy and not nimble enough. You need more training to reach the ninth level." The voice of the God of Capture sounded, and then in a flash, when everyone saw it, the God of Capture was holding Zhuang Mohan's back with one hand and holding Gong Dian's hands with the other. Gong Dian couldn't escape at all, and the difference in strength was immediately apparent.

"Liuyun Sanshou." Gong Dian said each word with great difficulty. He was Ye Liuyun's nephew, so he naturally knew this technique. In the world, apart from Ye Liuyun and Ye Wan, no one else knew it. "My friend's technique is quite amazing. It can actually activate Liuyun Sanshou." Ye Liuyun looked at the God Catcher with a little curiosity in his heart. Others couldn't see the fight just now, but could he not see it?

The God of Capture was able to protect Zhuang Mohan with one hand and defeat Gong Dian at the same time. His skills are so profound that he should have no rivals among the Ninth Rank.

"Grand Master, please forgive me for making a fool of myself." The God Catcher did not know the Flowing Clouds Sanshou technique, but he had a talent and made it his own, which was different from the grand master's.

"Thank you, sir." The blood on Zhuang Mohan's face faded and his mood stabilized.

"Commander Gong, that's it. Your Majesty, Mr. Zhuang is fine now." The God of Capture showed respect to Emperor Qing, but Emperor Qing was still unhappy. You just listened to Shen Qingzhou's words and rescued Zhuang Mohan without asking me.

"Your Majesty, since Mr. Zhuang is fine, we should clarify the matter of him slandering my Duke Wu of Qing." Chen Pingping appeared again.

He did not mention Fan Xian this time, and no one thought it was wrong. Fan Xian's over a hundred poems proved that it was too much.

"Fan Xian has written over a hundred poems. With such talent, he certainly wouldn't plagiarize. So the allegation that Duke Wu plagiarized may not be true." Fan Jian, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, shamelessly came out to flatter Fan Xian. On the surface, he was speaking for Shen Qingzhou, but secretly he was pulling him down.

"Mr. Fan has proved himself, but the story of Duke Wu's plagiarism may not be false." Suddenly, a voice sounded in the crowd, and Shen Qingzhou didn't even bother to find it. These old foxes, some of their words were normal for other people to say.

Many people looked at Shen Qingzhou. Many people noticed him just now. When Fan Xian was reciting the poem, he closed his eyes. He was actually gathering his talent. Now, the talent had condensed into a white ball the size of a seed, but he couldn't activate it at all.

"Duke Wu, do you have anything to say about Mr. Zhuang's accusation that you plagiarized?" Emperor Qing also spoke. He could finally make trouble for Shen Qingzhou, who even dared to comment on the emperor.

Fan Ruoruo was also a little bit expectant at this moment. The big bad guy was about to show up. However, she was still confused in her heart about the contrast between herself and her brother, and the eldest princess and His Majesty.

"Your Majesty, there are many doubts in this matter. You must not believe it easily. Zhuang Mohan, Duke Wu just sent someone to rescue you. Don't be ungrateful." The queen has already resorted to moral blackmail.

However, right after she finished speaking, the old lady took her back. The queen was going a bit too far. How could the harem be involved in such matters?

"Duke Wu." Emperor Qing continued.

"Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Fan's last line of poetry just now was 'I am drunk and want to sleep, you may go away'. Mr. Zhuang, do you think this is like half a sentence?" Shen Qingzhou said something that puzzled everyone.

Chen Pingping didn't say anything, and Fan Xian wrote hundreds of poems. No matter how you prove it, you are still inferior.

"What does Duke Wu mean?" Zhuang Mohan said. He was a little expectant. Could it be that Shen Qingzhou was also a genius like Fan Xian?

"I'm drunk and want to sleep, so you may go now. I'll bring my zither tomorrow. What do you think, Mr. Zhuang?" The first half of the sentence was sarcastic. I'm drunk, so you may go now. Of course, it was in this situation that Fan Xian deliberately targeted Zhuang Mohan, but the second half was just a normal friendship between friends. You have to come again tomorrow.

Fan Xian was very surprised. He didn't expect that Shen Qingzhou actually knew this. Was it also in his ancient book, this mysterious Duke Wu?

"Great, great. I didn't expect Duke Wu's poetic talent is also quite amazing." Zhuang Mohan said loudly. He didn't believe that Shen Qingzhou could write over a hundred poems, but it didn't affect his praise and recognition of the other party.

Shen Qingzhou was also lucky, as he didn't know the poem. It was just that Fan Xian had only said half of the sentence and then pretended to sleep, so he went to check if there was any more after that out of curiosity.

"Could it be that Duke Wu also got this poem from the fairyland?" The second prince suddenly spoke, making everyone present laugh. It was already very funny that Fan Xian mentioned the fairyland.

"Of course it's amazing. This was written by Li Bai, a hermit in Qinglian, who is known as the Immortal Poet and the exiled immortal. Don't you see that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky? It's so majestic." Shen Qingzhou stopped the laughter with just one sentence.

"I wonder what the relationship is between the poet Li Bai and the poet Du Fu. But what does 'Don't you see the Yellow River water comes from the sky' have to do with Li Bai?" Zhuang Mohan said. Although it sounds incredible, Fan Xian said it, Shen Qingzhou said it, and he was already confused.

"Didn't Mr. Fan say that all his poems were memorized from memory, and they were written by Li Bai?" Shen Qingzhou said.

"Duke Wu, this was just a joke from Fan Xian. The term "poet immortal" or "poet saint" is too ridiculous. I know you are not on good terms with the Fan family, but Fan Xian's talent is known to everyone," said Chen Pingping.

"Dean Chen, do you think that Mr. Fan is joking when he keeps saying that his poems were not written by him? Mr. Fan, the ground is cold, you'd better get up." Shen Qingzhou said.

"Duke Wu, how do you know Li Bai?" Fan Xian knew that he couldn't pretend anymore, and he didn't want to pretend anymore. How did Shen Qingzhou know Li Bai?

"Master Fan also knows about Li Bai. Could it be that this poem was really said by Duke Wu and written by Li Bai?" The eldest princess seemed to see a turning point.

(This is one and a half chapters. I often forget to compress three chapters into two. Let me try today.)
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