"Today in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, there are hundreds of poems and classics. Such talent is unparalleled in the world."
Compared with the previous Zhuang Mohan, the current Zhuang Mohan seemed to have aged several years, his breath had become sluggish, and his eyes were confused.
He admired Fan Xian's talent, but also regretted his villainous behavior.
Zhou Chen felt sad and couldn't bear to see this rare literary master in ancient and modern times become so decadent.
After being silent for a long time, he made a decision in his mind.
"Mr. Zhuang, do you know why Fan Xian was able to compose over a hundred poems in one night?"
Zhuang Mohan asked in surprise: "Isn't it because he is so talented?"
Zhou Chen said: "This is only a small part of the reason. The more reason is that he stood on the shoulders of his predecessors."
"What's the meaning?"
Zhuang Mohan didn't understand what Zhou Chen meant, but he could tell from Zhou Chen's tone that Zhou Chen seemed to know Fan Xian very well.
Zhou Chen did not answer immediately, but said: "If Mr. Zhuang wants to know the truth, go to my mansion."
He knew very well that if he could not untie the knot in Zhuang Mohan's heart, Zhuang Mohan would probably not be able to survive for a few months. If he could untie the knot in Zhuang Mohan's heart, given Zhuang Mohan's physical condition, he would not be able to live for a few more years.
It's absolutely no problem.
"the truth?"
Zhuang Mohan was silent for a moment and finally nodded. He knew Zhou Chen would not lie to him, and he also wanted to know what the truth Zhou Chen said was.
The carriage quickly returned to the Zhenguo Palace. Zhou Chen took Zhuang Mohan to his study, and then opened a darkroom in the study.
"Mr. Zhuang, please come in."
Zhuang Mohan followed Zhou Chen into the darkroom. The darkroom was not small, but there were very few things in it. There were only a row of bookshelves and a set of tables and chairs.
Zhou Chen walked to the bookshelf, picked up a book, and handed it to Zhuang Mohan.
"Mr. Zhuang, look at this."
Zhuang Mohan took it in confusion. It was a book without a title. After he opened it, his expression was startled because it turned out to be a poem, and it was a poem he had never seen before.
"You wrote this?"
Zhou Chen didn't reply and just asked Zhuang Mohan to continue reading.
Zhuang Mohan didn't say anything and continued to read. However, when he turned to the third page, his expression changed because the poem on this page happened to be the poem Fan Xian recited in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests today.
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"this?"
How could the poem Fan Xian recited tonight appear in Zhou Chen's book? He could tell that this collection of poems was not just written, but had existed for some time.
Keep reading, two songs, three songs, four songs...
He flipped through the book faster and faster, and soon finished reading this collection of poems, but Zhuang Mohan's expression became very strange.
"What's going on? Fan Xian didn't write many of these poems today. Why are they included in your collection of poems?"
To be able to become a literary giant, Zhuang Mohan is naturally a very smart person. He thought a lot from this collection of poems by Zhou Chen.
"Is it true that Fan Xian's poems were not written by him, but by you?"
Zhou Chen shook his head and said: "Mr. Zhuang thinks highly of me. I can compose poetry, but the poem above was not written by me, nor by Fan Xian."
Zhuang Mohan looked shocked: "Zi Heng, what on earth is going on?"
It had been a long time since someone had called him his own name. At first glance, Zhou Chen was a little uncomfortable with it.
"These poems actually do not belong to the current era, but to the civilization of the previous era."
"The last era? Was it the previous dynasty? But if there are so many poems left over from the previous dynasty, it's impossible not to know any of them, right?"
"It's not the previous dynasty, but the previous era. To be precise, it should be the era hundreds of thousands of years ago."
"A hundred thousand years ago?"
Zhuang Mohan looked stunned. This number really scared him. You must know that the Northern Qi and Qing Kingdoms were only founded a few decades ago. Even the previous Wei Kingdom did not exist for a long time. Pushing forward, there are
The recorded history only lasts for hundreds or thousands of years.
Have humans existed for hundreds of thousands of years?
"Yes, it was hundreds of thousands of years ago. The fairyland that Fan Xian talked about today in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests was not a real fairyland, but an era hundreds of thousands of years ago, an era of incomparable brilliance. These poems are the legacy of that era.
civilization."
"This this?"
"Mr. Zhuang, don't believe it?"
"It's not that I don't believe it, it's just too unbelievable, but I know that you, Zi Heng, are not the kind of person who talks nonsense, and what Fan Xian said today makes me feel somewhat credible."
If what others say, Zhuang Mohan will definitely not believe it, but he knows that Zhou Chen has no reason to lie to him. In addition to trusting Zhou Chen, what Fan Xian said today and this collection of poems are also proof.
After all, it is impossible for two different people to write exactly the same poem, let alone so many poems.
Zhou Chen praised: "Sir's answer surprised me a little. I thought you wouldn't believe it at all."
Zhuang Mohan said: "I don't really believe it now, but I still want to hear what you said about the era hundreds of thousands of years ago that you mentioned, and what kind of era Fan Xian mentioned about the fairyland."
There was a strong desire for knowledge in his eyes. As a scholar who studies literature, he suddenly heard such an amazing thing and was eager to know more.
"Since sir wants to know, I will tell you slowly."
"Wait a minute."
Zhuang Mohan suddenly stopped Zhou Chen and asked, "If it was really the era hundreds of thousands of years ago, Zi Heng, how did you and Fan Xian know about it?"
"That's a long story."
Zhou Chen sighed quietly and began to make up and explain it to Zhuang Mohan.
"Let's start with the temples that are well-known to everyone in this era..."
I saw some book friends saying that they were not satisfied with the self-destructing vest. I would like to explain here that there is no self-destructing vest. You will know after reading the next chapter.
Chapter completed!