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Chapter 1457: Fan Xian's Hundreds of Drunken Poems, Hundreds of Thousands of Years Ago

Facing the eldest princess, the second prince, Zhuang Mohan, Guo Youzhi and Guo Baokun and his son, and the cooperation between them, Fan Xian was not flustered at all. He was able to seize the verbal errors between Guo Baokun and his son and fight back a few times.

At this time, the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests is no longer a place for everyone to enjoy themselves. It has become Fan Xian's home ground, but it is a ground where people are being attacked.

Fan Xian was sure that no one knew that he had copied the poem, so he took the initiative to admit that he had copied it, and even turned around and ridiculed Zhuang Mohan for copying poems for his teacher. The two were equally guilty.

When Fan Xian said that the author of "Climbing the Heights" was the great poet Du Fu, everyone in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests expressed doubts, except Zhou Chen who smiled slightly.

In another world, hearing a familiar name from someone else's mouth, even if you already know the plot, it still feels a bit weird.

Fan Xian couldn't say that he had traveled through time, so he described his former world as a beautiful world. Everyone laughed at him and hinted that it was a fairyland.

Fan Xian did not refute, but accepted the ridicule of the crowd. In order to prove this point, he drank a lot of wine.

"Who said I only memorized one song in my dream?"

He laughed loudly and shouted, "Paper, ink."

The eunuch Hou beside Emperor Qing was even more excited than Fan Xian, and asked loudly, "Master Fan, if you want to write a poem, I would be willing to copy it for you."

Fan Xian had no objection.

Minister of Rites Guo Youzhi asked disdainfully, "Master Fan, do you want to compose two or three more poems on the spur of the moment to prove that they were all seen from the fairyland?"

Everyone burst into laughter when they heard this.

Fan Xian drank too much and his face turned red. He staggered with the jar of wine in his hand and looked at Guo Youzhi.

"You don't know, that memory is engraved in my mind like a knife or an axe. I remember every word I've ever read and every book I've ever read, exactly and vividly."

Others don't know why Fan Xian said this, but Zhou Chen knows that ordinary time travel does not have this ability. Fan Xian is not simply "traveling through time and being reborn", he implanted a memory into the baby's brain, just like a computer storage, so he can remember it so clearly.

Just as he said, these memories were engraved in his mind like a knife or an axe, and he couldn't forget them even if he wanted to.

Faced with the doubts, Fan Xian suddenly smashed the jar of wine in his hand, walked to the front of the hall drunkenly, and under the gaze of everyone, he slowly raised his hand and drank wildly.

"Have you not seen the Yellow River coming from the sky, rushing to the sea and never coming back? Have you not seen the white hair in the mirror in the hall, which was black in the morning and turned white in the evening..."

"When will the spring flowers and autumn moon end? How much do we know about the past..."

"I read the sword while I was drunk, and I dreamed about the horn-blowing company..."

"........."

"...Don't worry that there are no close friends in the world..."

"........."

Fan Xian recited one classic poem after another, reciting poems and drinking at the same time, feeling so happy and unrestrained...

Eunuch Hou and several other eunuchs had been recording the poems recited by Fan Xian without even taking a break.

As for the people in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, except for Zhou Chen, everyone was dumbfounded, looking at Fan Xian who was still reciting poetry in disbelief. Even those who wanted to frame Fan Xian were silent...

Following the song "Song of Climbing the Tower in Youzhou", "Thinking of the vastness of heaven and earth, I wept alone", Fan Xian ended his recitation and turned to ask Eunuch Hou.

"Is it over a hundred?"

Eunuch Hou said with a delighted look, "Master Fan, you are already over 100 years old."

"so be it."

Fan Xian waved his hand and stopped reciting. He was already drunk while reciting and no longer had the desire to continue reciting.

Guo Baokun, the palace editor, who was irritated by Fan Xian's behavior, was also drunk and lost consciousness.

"Where is the fairyland in this world?"

The second prince immediately asked back: "If there is no fairyland, where do these poems come from?"

"He must have written it himself."

As soon as he said this, the quietness of the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests made him react instantly, and he hurriedly explained: "Even if all these poems were written by him, even if he wrote thousands of them, it can't prove that he didn't plagiarize that seven-character poem, right?"

The second prince shouted: "What he can recite is a famous quote from the ages. Why would you bother to copy such a person? And why would you bother to copy him?"

Now even Guo Youzhi could not defend his son's words, because what the second prince said was exactly what everyone was thinking now.

Fan Xian staggered to the front of Zhuang Mohan's seat, leaned on the table, and looked at Zhuang Mohan.

"I am not as good as you in annotating scriptures and explaining texts. You are not as good as me in reciting poems. I am not good enough to be a great writer. You are not good enough to be a human being."

Face to face, the sarcastic words made Zhuang Mohan feel like he was hit hard, and his hand holding the wine glass was shaking.

Zhou Chen looked over and saw Fan Xian falling backwards to the ground, still mumbling to himself: "I am drunk and want to sleep, please go away, go away..."

Before he could utter the last curse word, Zhou Chen snapped his fingers and a stream of true energy hit Fan Xian's body. The next moment, he fainted.

No one else noticed his action except Emperor Qing, who was also a grandmaster and was sitting closest to him. He saw his action and his eyes turned to Zhou Chen.

Zhou Chen smiled, raised his glass and toasted Emperor Qing from a distance. Emperor Qing's expression turned unsightly, but he still raised his glass and pretended to clink it with Zhou Chen.

Although Zhou Chen stopped Fan Xian from saying "Fuck you" in time, Zhuang Mohan was actually already furious at Fan Xian's sarcasm. He only didn't vomit blood because he didn't have the final blow. However, his mind was greatly impacted, and his expression was extremely ugly. The wine glass in his hand fell to the table with a clang.

"Ugh."

Zhou Chen sighed in his heart. Zhuang Mohan didn't want him to intervene, not because he didn't trust him, but because he had his own plans and didn't want to implicate Zhou Chen.

He now represents not only himself, but also Qi State, and it is Qi State that wants to make a deal with Qing State.

The reason why they wanted Sean was not only because Sean was Zhuang Mohan's younger brother, but more because Beiqi also wanted to know the secrets about the temple that Sean was telling them.

Ku He was detached from this world, even though he was a member of the royal family, but in his heart, the temple was more revered, so he did not tell anyone else about the temple. Apart from him, Sean was the only one in the world who knew where the temple was.

Zhuang Mohan and Zhou Chen are good friends, but he is not as foresighted as Zhou Chen. He thinks that if Qi State cooperates with the princess, there should be no problem for the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests to deal with Fan Xian.

When he came to Qing Kingdom, he had already gambled his own reputation. He felt it was worth it to use his own reputation in exchange for his younger brother, and he also believed that people in the world would trust him more.

But he could not have imagined that Fan Xian's existence was actually a cheat. He used what he thought was the safest method, but he did not know that his cleverness backfired and he was controlled by Fan Xian.

He was deeply shocked at this time, but he did not feel any resentment towards Fan Xian. Instead, he was amazed by Fan Xian's "talent".

With Fan Xian falling drunk, the evening banquet at the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests came to an end.

Today's celebration banquet was originally prepared for the Honglu Temple, but in the end it became a solo performance by Fan Xian. After tonight, Fan Xian's talent and fame will surely spread throughout the world.

Fan Xian had been carried away, and Emperor Qing also left the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests with a smile on his face. The rest of the people had not left yet, still immersed in the shock of what had just happened.

Princess Li Yunrui could no longer suppress her anger, and left the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests with a gloomy face.

She did so much for tonight's events. Such a perfect plan was ultimately easily resolved by Fan Xian, and even made Fan Xian famous.

She could already imagine how famous Fan Xian would be after tonight, and he would definitely be regarded as the supreme literary master by the scholars of Qing Kingdom.

She failed to steal the chicken and ended up losing the rice, which made it difficult for her to hide her anger. She wished she could cut Fan Xian into pieces to vent her anger.

The Crown Prince and the Second Prince also left one after another. The Crown Prince's expression did not change much, but the Second Prince looked very happy. If people who didn't know him well, they would really think that he was happy for Fan Xian.

Zhuang Mohan sat in his original position for a long time without coming back to his senses. Zhou Chen stood up and walked over, reaching out to help him up.

"Mr. Zhuang, go back."

Zhuang Mohan looked at Zhou Chen with a slightly dazed look. Even a literary master like him who was determined was broken down by Fan Xian today and his mind collapsed.

Seeing Zhou Chen helping Zhuang Mohan leave, everyone made way for them. The Northern Qi officials wanted to say something, but ultimately did not stop them and let Zhou Chen take Zhuang Mohan away.

It was not until he got on the carriage that Zhuang Mohan let out a long breath and started coughing.

Zhou Chen used his true energy to treat Zhuang Mohan. Physical injuries were easy to treat, but the mental shock he suffered today was not so easy to treat.

"You are right. I regret not listening to you. However, I am also dishonest and have a wrong heart. I have brought this upon myself."

Although his reputation was ruined by Fan Xian, he did not have any resentment towards Fan Xian. Instead, he felt that he had brought it upon himself. If his original intention was not to harm others, he would not have ended up like this.

"You should have known about Fan Xian's talent a long time ago, right?"

Zhou Chen said: "Fan Xian is talented, but not like what you saw today."

"Today, there are hundreds of poems in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, and every one of them is a classic. Such talent is unparalleled in the world."

Compared with the previous Zhuang Mohan, Zhuang Mohan at this moment seemed to have aged several years in an instant. His aura became sluggish and his eyes were confused.

He admired Fan Xian's talent, but also regretted his own mean behavior.

Zhou Chen felt sad and couldn't bear to see this rare literary master of ancient and modern times become so decadent.

After a long silence, he made a decision in his heart.

"Mr. Zhuang, do you know why Fan Xian was able to write over a hundred poems overnight?"

Zhuang Mohan asked in surprise: "Isn't it because of his extraordinary talent?"

Zhou Chen said: "This is only a small part of the reason. The more important reason is that he stood on the shoulders of his predecessors."

"What do you mean?"

Zhuang Mohan didn't understand what Zhou Chen meant, but he could tell from his 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 couldn't resolve Zhuang Mohan's mental knot, Zhuang Mohan might not be able to hold on for a few months. If he could resolve Zhuang Mohan's mental knot, given Zhuang Mohan's physical condition, there would be absolutely no problem for him to live a few more years.

"the truth?"

Zhuang Mohan was silent for a moment, and finally nodded. He knew that Zhou Chen would not lie to him, and he also wanted to know what the truth was that Zhou Chen said.

The carriage quickly returned to the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion. Zhou Chen brought Zhuang Mohan to his study and then opened a dark room in the study.

"Mr. Zhuang, please come in."

Zhuang Mohan followed Zhou Chen into the darkroom. The darkroom was not small, but there were few things inside, 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, take a look at this."

Zhuang Mohan took it doubtfully. It was a book without a title. After he opened it, he was stunned because it contained a poem that he had never seen before.

"Did you write this?"

Zhou Chen didn't reply, but asked Zhuang Mohan to continue reading.

Zhuang Mohan didn't say anything and continued to flip through the pages. However, when he turned to the third page, his expression changed, because the poem on this page was exactly the same poem that Fan Xian recited in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests today.

"this?"

How come the poem that Fan Xian just recited tonight appeared in Zhou Chen's book? He could tell that this collection of poems was not just written, but had existed for some time.

I continued to look through the poems, two, three, four...

He flipped faster and faster, and soon finished reading the collection of poems, but Zhuang Mohan's expression became very strange.

"What's going on? Aren't many of these poems written by Fan Xian today? Why are they in your collection of poems?"

Being able to become a literary giant, Zhuang Mohan must be a very intelligent person. He thought a lot from Zhou Chen's collection of poems.

"Could it be that Fan Xian's poem was not written by him, but by you?"

Zhou Chen shook his head and said, "Mr. Zhuang thinks too highly of me. I can write poetry, but the poem above was not written by me, nor by Fan Xian."

Zhuang Mohan was shocked: "Ziheng, what is going on?"

It had been a long time since anyone called him by his given name, and Zhou Chen felt a little uncomfortable at first.

“These poems do not actually belong to the present age, but to the civilization of the last age.”

"Last era? The previous dynasty? But there are so many poems. If they were left over from the previous dynasty, it's impossible that you don't know every one of them, right?"

"It's not the previous dynasty, but the last era. To be precise, it should be the era of more than 100,000 years ago."

"Hundreds of thousands of years ago?"

Zhuang Mohan was stunned. This number really scared him. You have to know that Northern Qi and Qing were founded only a few decades ago. Even the Wei Kingdom before it did not exist for long. Going back further, the recorded history is only a few hundred or thousands of years.

Has humankind existed for hundreds of thousands of years?

"Yes, it was more than 100,000 years ago. The fairyland that Fan Xian talked about in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests today was not a real fairyland, but an era more than 100,000 years ago, an extremely brilliant era. These poems are the civilization left over from that era."

"This this?"

"Mr. Zhuang doesn't believe it?"

"It's not that I don't believe it, it's just too hard to believe. But I know you, Ziheng, are not the kind of person who speaks without thinking, and what Fan Xian said today, I actually think is somewhat credible."

If someone else had said this, Zhuang Mohan would definitely not believe it, but he knew that Zhou Chen had no reason to lie to him. In addition to trusting Zhou Chen, what Fan Xian said today and this collection of poems were also proof.

After all, it is impossible for two different people to write exactly the same poem, let alone so many of them.

Zhou Chen praised: "I am a little surprised by your answer, sir. I thought you would not believe it at all."

Zhuang Mohan said, "I don't really believe it yet, but I still want to hear what you have to say about that era hundreds of thousands of years ago that you mentioned, and the fairyland that Fan Xian mentioned. What kind of era was it?"

There was a strong desire for knowledge in his eyes. As a scholar studying literature, he suddenly heard such an astonishing thing and was eager to know more.

"Since you want to know, I will tell you slowly."

"Wait a minute."

Zhuang Mohan suddenly stopped Zhou Chen and asked, "If it really was an era hundreds of thousands of years ago, Ziheng, how did you and Fan Xian know about it?"

"That's a long story."

Zhou Chen sighed quietly and began to make up a story to explain to Zhuang Mohan.

"Let's start with the temple that is well known to everyone in this era..."

I saw some book friends said that they were not satisfied with the self-exposed pseudonym. Let me explain here that there was no self-exposed pseudonym. You will know when you read the next chapter.