I became a mentor to the villains

Chapter 40 The Impromptu Poems

Thinking of this, Fan Tian's back was drenched in cold sweat, and a chill appeared in his heart.

But to his surprise, the emperor did not continue on this topic.

I saw that His Majesty stood up from the dragon chair, with his hands behind his back, paced back and forth, closed his eyes, and began to chant——

"Guan Guan Jujiu, in the River Continent.

My lady, my gentleman is good.

Variety of Ningxia, left and right.

A pretty lady, she wants it.

poo.

Youya, you're tossing and turning.

Pick a variety of n.

Slender lady, Qin Seyou.

Variety of Ningxia, left and right.

My fair lady, the bells and drums are melodious. "

Hearing His Majesty the Emperor recite this poem in person, all civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty listened attentively and were intoxicated by it.

Especially those literati and refined scholars shook their heads and began to sing along.

The great Confucianism Zhuang Mohan was naturally not willing to be left out, the old man stood up, drank the wine in his hand, and tasted it:

"This poem uses the ju birds to sing together, relying on each other, and arouses the association of a lady accompanying a gentleman. It also uses the act of picking waternucks to express love for a woman. The whole poem has beautiful words and rhymes, and the onomatopoeia expresses love. What a great story."

"It has been circulated in the streets and alleys of the folks. This poem is Mr. Fan's personal experience. When Mr. Fan pursued several confidante friends, he couldn't think about it, so he wrote a poem, expressing the depression and depression in his chest. It touched the heart and finally won. The hearts of a few ladies have made a good story!"

Hearing these words, the civil servants and Confucian scholars in the audience looked at little Fan Shixian, and then quietly looked at the eight stunning women behind Shixian, all showing envious eyes.

"I've also heard this good story. It has been circulated among the people of our country for a long time. Little Fan Shixian really deserves to be a romantic talent of a generation. My generation admires him so much!"

Behind Fan Tian, ​​after hearing these words, the eight beauties blushed and covered their faces with their sleeves, looking even more attractive.

Back then, little Fan Shixian did express her love for them.

However, when they saw the suave and poetic little Mr. Fan, they immediately agreed, and even a few of them were upside down.

How can there be any deeds of Mr. Fan who couldn't get what he wanted, was depressed, and made a famous story through the ages?

Those legends are basically nonsense.

However, although several beauties know that these legends are false, it is really romantic to be unstoppable!

Thinking of this, the eight beauties looked at Mr. Fan with even more admiration, wishing they could burst into sparks.

If in normal times, Fan Tian would have been in a daze long ago when he heard the flattery of these high-ranking officials and dignitaries, and was stared at by a few confidantes with "husband-seeing eyes".

But now, facing the seemingly amiable and amiable Emperor, Fan Tian's back was sweating even more, and he felt his legs were shaking.

This might be Wang Mang, the usurper, the ruthless character who even killed his own two sons!

Now, Fan Tian was not as horrified as before, and gradually accepted the reality that His Majesty the Emperor might be Wang Mang.

Since he can travel through time, Wang Mang's time travel is nothing.

After all, since he transmigrated into Fan Xian, the historical track of this world has long been broken, and it has been completely messed up.

Moreover, in the history of the previous life, the new emperor had made various bold reforms, and some people once suspected that Wang Mang was a time traveler.

What's more terrible is that Wang Mang was a figure at the turn of the Han Dynasty. The "Great Wind Song" he had recited before was written by Liu Bang, the emperor of the Han Dynasty, and he happened to have heard of it.

But now, the old man is thinking about the poem "Guan Ju" from the pre-Qin period. What is his plan?

Wang Mang stared at the fearful Fan Tian with a blank expression on his face, and asked indifferently, "As Mr. Zhuang Mohan said, this poem by little Fan Shixian has been widely spread, and even became a romantic story."

"It's just, did you really write this, Mr. Fan?" Wang Mang stared at Fan Tian, ​​and said lightly.

Fan Tian bit his lip tightly, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

This time, he chose to remain silent without answering.

"Hmph." Wang Mang sneered, and said indifferently, "In my time, I have heard of this poem. It is a famous poem from the pre-Qin period, and it was included in the "Book of Songs."

"Mr. Fan, your name, poetic fairy, could it be..." Wang Mang paused intentionally, and then asked sharply, "Did you copy it from the predecessors?"

Hearing these words, all civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty were in an uproar.

Everyone was at a loss, and they were talking among each other.

They couldn't understand what the Holy Majesty was saying today.

However, there is one person who doesn't care about these at all.

Zhuang Mohan stood up and said righteously: "Your Majesty, although I am a foreign minister, I don't want to say much. However, the talent of little Fan Shixian is obvious to all. He has written hundreds of poems, and each capital is unique. Such a Genius, how can you explain it by copying one or two poems from the predecessors?"

"Besides, Your Majesty, the "Book of Songs" you mentioned just now, and the Han Gaozu who wrote "Great Wind Song", and the pre-Qin era... I have read ancient and modern times, but I have never heard of them!"

Hearing these words, His Majesty the current emperor just smiled, but ignored him. He looked at Fan Tian in front of him and remained silent.

Beads of sweat hung on Fan Tian's cheeks and neck, like a drowned rat, no longer as chic as before.

He knelt down with a "plop", and bowed three times and kowtowed nine times to the current Holy Majesty.

"Your Majesty, the grassroots did learn from the former sages in these two poems, but only out of admiration. I didn't expect Your Majesty to see the details at a glance."

"The grassroots are greedy for fame and fortune. They borrowed a few poems from their predecessors, but they didn't explain it for a while. They really deserve death!"

However, Fan Tian changed the subject, and continued: "However, most of the other poems are absolutely true and written by Caomin, there is no deception!"

"Today, the Holy Majesty hosted a banquet for the officials, and the grassroots are willing to compose poems impromptu. One is to prove their innocence, and the other is to cheer up the adults. What do you think, Your Majesty?"

"Oh?" Wang Mang was slightly taken aback, frowning.

Among the hundreds of poems written by Fan Tian, ​​he only had an impression of a few of them. It would be a bit unreasonable to say that they were all copied.

Wang Mang suddenly thought of Master Xianshi's entrustment, so he didn't make things difficult for Fan Tian, ​​and signaled him to get up.

Your Majesty, who was still looking fierce just now, now the evil spirit on his face has disappeared, and he has become a kind and kind old man again.

He made a gesture with a smile and said: "Since Mr. Fan wants to compose a poem impromptu, I am also very interested, please!"

Hearing this, Fan Tian, ​​who was kneeling on the ground, was shocked, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Wang Mang was born in the late Western Han Dynasty. "Great Wind Song" and "Guanju", one is from the early Han Dynasty and the other is from the pre-Qin period. It is normal for him to know.

However, the poems of the previous life flourished in the Tang and Song Dynasties, and there are still too many famous poems after the Han Dynasty!

Fan Tian still has some poems hidden in his mind, which have never been published before.

When His Majesty the Emperor heard it, he would be amazed and greatly appreciated. Maybe there is still hope for being appointed an official and a noble.

Thinking of this, Fan Tian stood up and drank several glasses of wine in succession, building up his courage.

His previous panic and cowardice were swept away, his face was flushed, and he became more charming, and he chanted forcefully——

"Wine and song, life geometry!

For example, the morning dew has a lot of suffering.

Generosity should be regarded as generosity, unforgettable worry.

How to relieve worries?Only Dukang.

Green Zijin, Youyouwoxin.

But for the sake of the king, I have been pondering it so far.

Yo Yo Lu Ming, the Ping of the Wild Food.

I have guests, harp blowing Sheng.

It's like a moon, when can you stop?

Worry comes from it and cannot be cut off.

The more you pass through the mountains, the uselessness exists.

Qi Kuo talked, thinking about old kindness.

The moon star is thin, and the black dragonfly flies south.

Three turns around the tree, where is the branch to rely on?

The mountains never get too high, and the sea never gets too deep.

Duke Zhou vomits and feeds, the world returns to heart! "

(End of this chapter)