"Your Majesty has commanded the world and made great achievements. He is worthy of admiration from all the people in the world."
The two of them obviously disliked each other and even had the idea of ​​getting rid of each other. However, when they met for the first time, they seemed particularly 'harmonious', complimenting each other and being extremely harmonious.
People who don't know better would think that the two of them have such a good relationship, but some people can tell that their tone of voice is not quite right.
While they were talking, the maids had already started serving food and wine. At Emperor Qing's signal, everyone also started eating and drinking.
Emperor Qing stopped talking to Zhou Chen. Today was a celebration banquet. Zhou Chen was not the protagonist. It was enough to see Zhou Chen. There was no need to hold on to him.
He coughed lightly, and everyone put down their bowls and chopsticks. Only two people seemed not to hear him. One was Zhou Chen, who was still drinking and eating, and the other was Fan Xian, who was eating and drinking.
Emperor Qing just glanced at Zhou Chen and ignored it, and finally his eyes fell on Fan Xian.
"Fan Xielu."
Fan Xian didn't react at all. It was Xin Qiwu next to him who reminded him that he was being called, so he stood up and walked to the middle.
"His Majesty."
"You have never knelt down several times before. I thought you would still stand this time."
"Wouldn't that make people angry?"
Emperor Qing waved to Fan Xian, and Fan Xian stepped forward. Emperor Qing teased him a few words, then called Yun Zhilan out and told Yun Zhilan that Fan Xian was the one who killed his apprentice. Yun Zhilan
Lan didn't take it seriously and just said a few words casually.
Emperor Qing praised Fan Xian a few words. Fan Xian was about to go back and sit down. The second prince suddenly stood up and praised Fan Xian again. He suggested that Fan Xian should host the Spring Festival next year. The prince followed closely behind and also agreed with Fan Xian.
Host the Spring Festival leisurely.
But Emperor Qing just dealt with it casually. He had other plans for Fan Xian and was not in a hurry about Chun Wei.
At this moment, Zhuang Mohan suddenly spoke up, asking about Fan Xian, and then reminded Emperor Qing, intentionally or unintentionally, that the Spring Palace was a major event and it was necessary to carefully choose someone to host it. In his words, he actually did not agree with Fan Xian to host the Spring Palace.
Seeing Zhuang Mohan's actions, Zhou Chen sighed inwardly. The last time Zhuang Mohan didn't answer him directly, he already knew that Zhuang Mohan had made up his mind. This was one of the reasons why he was here today.
He respects Zhuang Mohan and will not stop his behavior, but after all, he is a confidant and cannot stop him, but he still wants to ensure Zhuang Mohan's safety, but it will take a lot more effort.
Things were already going in the direction Li Yunrui wanted. Li Yunrui no longer sat down, but stood up to add fuel to the fire.
She walked to the middle, faced Zhuang Mohan, and said in a neither humble nor arrogant tone: "I have always admired Mr. Zhuang for his knowledge of ancient and modern times, but I don't agree with what he said just now. Although I am a woman with little knowledge, I have also read
Fan Xian's seven-sentence poem; this person is very young, but it can be seen from this poem alone that he is very talented. What the gentleman just said was vaguely aimed at Fan Xian. Could it be that he is worried that the young man will come up from behind and be more famous than the gentleman in the future?"
Zhuang Mohan cooperated with Li Yunrui's acting, smiled slightly, and did not answer.
Li Yunrui faced everyone again: "Everyone here is a loyal minister and a famous scholar. Naturally, you don't like verbal disputes. I don't know the etiquette, but I am willing to speak fair words for the talented people of Qing Dynasty."
Zhuang Mohan then asked: "Are you talking about that seven-character poem?"
"Exactly, sir, is there any poem that can surpass Fan Xian's seven-character poem?" Li Yunrui asked 'provocatively'.
At this time, Emperor Qing interrupted, pretending to be dissatisfied: "Yun Rui, please don't be rude in front of the palace. Mr. Zhuang is open to all rivers, so don't care about such words."
Zhuang Mohan nodded slightly, softly recited the seven-character poem "Deng Gao", and then sighed.
"What a wonderful poem. I have written poems all my life, but none of them can compare with it."
Li Yunrui spoke again at the right time: "So, Mr. Zhuang is resigned to being defeated?"
Zhuang Mohan said: "The first four lines of this poem are excellent."
"But everyone says that the most essence of this poem is the last four lines."
"The last four sentences are naturally quatrains."
Speaking of this, Zhuang Mohan deliberately sighed heavily: "What a pity, that was not written by Mr. Fan."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the palace was shocked, and even Fan Xian himself was stunned, because it was indeed not written by him.
Li Yunrui pretended to be surprised and asked: "Did Fan Xian plagiarize this poem?"
"yes."
Just as Zhuang Mohan responded, Emperor Qing also deliberately added that he also doubted Fan Xian's talent, so he deliberately asked Fan Xian for his explanation.
Although Fan Xian was surprised, he did not panic and took it calmly. The second prince also testified for him and even pulled Guo Baokun out.
At this time, Zhuang Mohan pulled out his teacher and said that the four sentences after climbing high were written by his master, and what he said was so reasonable that no one could refute it.
Fan Xian asked a few questions and found out that Teacher Zhuang Mohan was not Du Fu. He was completely relieved. He also understood that Zhuang Mohan came today with bad intentions and was not in a hurry to defend himself.
In the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, there was a lot of discussion, mainly because Zhuang Mohan was too famous. When he said this, many people became suspicious, because at Fan Xian's age, it is indeed impossible to write a poem like the four lines after climbing high.
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After Zhuang Mohan revealed his forged manuscript, doubts reached their peak, and many people's eyes changed when they looked at Fan Xian.
Everyone here is not a fool, and everyone can see that what happened today is weird, as if it was deliberately directed at Fan Xian, but everyone is watching the excitement and is not afraid of the trouble, sitting quietly and watching the show.
Zhou Chen also watched this scene quietly, his eyes passing over Fan Xian. He knew that one of the famous scenes in celebrating the new year, the scene of reciting a hundred poems in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, was about to come.
The Chinese civilization of that era hundreds of thousands of years ago is about to carry out dimensionality reduction in this era.

Chapter completed!