Chapter 413: Spitting on people like you makes my saliva dirty
On the other hand, the civil servants of the Qing Kingdom were all stupid.
Last time in the Taiji Hall, Chu Pingsheng was very restrained. He just killed two people who participated in his court. This time it was even more extraordinary. He directly overturned Emperor Qing's table, and he did it in front of foreigners. The envoy declared war.
You know, how long has it been since this boy was still laughing and joking, shamelessly asking Emperor Qing to give him a house and a palace maid? F*ck, you can fall out faster than you can flip through a book!
Xin Qiwu was so frightened that he almost peeed and collapsed behind the food table.
Yun Zhilan sat across from him on his knees, half of his face covered by his hanging hair, with a serious expression and cold eyes as he drank wine one mouthful at a time.
Li Yunqian was leaning on the dragon chair, the flesh of his cheeks was being pulled hard, the veins on his forehead were pulsing, and his expression was a bit ferocious.
But it’s just a little ferocious.
He didn’t expect that Chu Pingsheng would make him so embarrassed. Give up on the spot? He couldn't do it, so he responded angrily? Facing the alliance of Northern Qi, Xihu, and Dongyi, Nanqing has no chance of winning, and this will lead to what he fears most - the alliance between Baifeng, Kuhe, and Sigujian.
Just now Chu Pingsheng had a fight with Yun Zhilan. He was very happy and proud. He turned his back on Fan Xian, a cheater, and ruined the good situation.
The prince understood the emperor's thoughts and quickly walked out from behind the dining table, bowing to Chu Pingsheng: "Teacher, you must have misunderstood. The words that the teacher recited just now should not be the same as what Fan Xian did."
The eldest princess Li Yunrui was also advising at the side: "Master Chu, calm down, how can Fan Xian take his drunken nonsense seriously."
"Not the same song?"
Chu Pingsheng looked back. Go: "Fan Xian, come here, recite the following content. I am so angry! The rain breaks when I lean on the railing. I look up and roar to the sky, my heart is strong and strong. Take it."
Everyone is looking at Fan idle.
"..."
But the person involved just belched and evaded his words.
His mind was spinning rapidly, but he found that he still couldn't keep up with the changes in front of him. There was a voice in his mind that kept asking, how could Chu Pingsheng memorize General Yue's "Man Jiang Hong"?
Why is this? !
“Brother?”
Fan Ruoruo, who was being held down by two guards on the shoulders, looked at his obviously panicked brother with confusion.
Fan Xian didn't know that she had made a bet with Chu Pingsheng without telling him. At this moment, he was awakened by her. When he looked at her expectant eyes, he quickly shook the questions from his mind and said with courage: "When I was drunk, I read the sword by burning the lamp. I dreamed of blowing the trumpet in the company camp. Eight hundred miles away, my subordinates were burned. The sound of fifty strings beating outside the Great Wall. The soldiers were ordered in autumn on the battlefield."
Zhuang Mohan frowned after hearing this, his face revealed. I hesitate, because I always feel that it is a lot different from the previous sentence. It is not neat and inconsistent.
Chu Pingsheng smiled coldly: "Isn't it Lu Feikuai who acted like a fool, and his bow was as frightening as a thunderbolt? He ended the affairs of the king and the world, won the reputation before and after his life, and the misfortune happened in vain? Ha, he pieced together other people's lives. You should also find someone to write poetry to you."
Fan Xian trembled, half sober, and felt a chill on his entire back from the back of his head to his tailbone.
If "Man Jiang Hong" is a coincidence, maybe her mother confided it to someone and it was recorded and passed down. Then what happened to the song "Broken Array"? Why does Chu Pingsheng also memorize it?
"There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone."
"I know it's not snow from afar, because there is a faint fragrance coming."
The previous sentence was said by Fan Xian , the last sentence was picked up by Chu Pingsheng.
“Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people’s homes, and westerly winds and thin horses on the ancient roads.”
"The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world."
Fan Xian took a step back, all the alcohol was gone, leaving only a little blush on his face, and said urgently: "The river flows around Fangdian, The moon shines on the flowers and the forest looks like snowflakes."
Chu Pingsheng took a step forward: "The frost is flying in the sky, and the white sand on the terrace is invisible."
Fan Xian continued to retreat: "On the sea. The bright moon is at this moment in the world."
Chu Pingsheng continued: "Lovers hate each other at night, but they miss each other at night."
"The country is broken by the mountains and rivers, and the spring in the city is early and the trees are deep."
"The flowers splash with tears when I feel the time, and the birds are frightened when I hate others."
"The war continues for three months, and letters from home are worth ten thousand gold. "
"The hairpin is shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust."
"..."
Fan Xian said one thing, and Chu Pingsheng said another, almost driving him out of the hall.
"No...impossible, how...how did you know this...where did you know these poems? Is it possible...is it possible?"
Fan Xian asked himself, Is it possible that there are not only two time-travelers in this world, him and his mother, but also other time-travelers? Otherwise, how would Chu Pingsheng know about these poems that do not belong to this world?
Everyone looked at the two people quietly, with different expressions.
Fan Ruoruo sat paralyzed on the ground with a panic look on his face. The talented women behind the screen frowned and gritted their teeth. They could not control their emotions and murmured. They thought it was a dream. There were a few who stretched out their arms. His little hands patted his face over and over again.
"Isn't Chu Pingsheng a barbarian from Xihu? He is uneducated and naughty and lustful. How could such a person follow Fan Xian's poems? How could he?" Princess Roujia took out her treasure - Jing Looking at Fan Xian's manuscript during Prince Wang's Poetry Recital, looking at Chu Pingsheng, and then looking at Fan Xian who had no retreat, his mind was about to explode. Could it be that Zhuang Mohan was right, Fan Xian's talents were all fake , are all the poems copied? And if Fan Xian knows it, so can Chu Pingsheng?
Ye Ling'er doesn't like poetry, but at this moment, she also knows that she and Fan Ruoruo have been cheated by Chu Pingsheng. This guy is far from being unmotivated as he appears on the surface. , without any talent, just relying on the name of his master to live in luxury and do whatever he wants in the city of Kyoto.
Only Lin Waner is relatively calm, because she did not get connected with Fan Xian because of poetry. At this moment, she is just curious as to why Chu Pingsheng has such knowledge.
The civil servants and envoys on both sides of the aisle had similar thoughts, and they were all shocked by Chu Pingsheng's performance.
Fan Xian said that he dreamed of entering the fairyland. Could it be that Chu also dreamed of entering that place and wrote down these amazing poems?
Then the question arises. If a literati obtains something in a dream and writes it down afterwards, he can say that he owns it, no matter the poems or articles.
If two people dream of the same poem and article, whose dream does it belong to?
It’s plagiarism!
That’s right, as long as the resource is not exclusive to one person, whoever uses it is plagiarizing, unless neither of them uses it.
Xin Qiwu's little naked eyes turned three times, he clapped his hands fiercely, and carefully recalled what Mr. Chu said. Chu Pingsheng... was not at all as barbaric and vulgar as the rumors said.
I remember one time I accompanied him to find someone in the suburbs. When I saw a businessman saying goodbye to his wife, he blurted out, "Sorrow is the autumn that leaves the heart."
Once I visited Honglu Temple. Talking about the deeds of a general from the previous dynasty, he once lamented that "one mistake will lead to eternal hatred."
Another time when we were talking in the Concierge Courtyard, I forgot what we were talking about. He said that there were three people here, you, me, Mr. Wangyou - he called the wine Mr. Wangyou.
"Poor and lowly couples are miserable in all things", "Nine out of ten people are worth looking down upon, and none of them is a scholar", "Three feet of ice cannot be frozen in a day", "Everyone has his or her own preference for radish and green vegetables", "A thousand cups of wine is too little to meet a close friend, but half a sentence is too much to talk without speculation"...
There are a lot of words like this. How can one say such a thing without any culture? It was just the Qing people's impression of Xihu, coupled with his arrogance, unreasonableness and excessive lewdness, which gave everyone the illusion that he was not worthy of the title of Crown Prince and Grand Master, and that he was not worthy of Princess Chen's talent and appearance. Not worthy of the emperor's favor.
At the top of the hall, Li Chengqian glanced at his second brother, whose face was as deep as water, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved. Li Chengze had just recommended Fan Xian to preside over the Spring Palace in front of their father. Now that such a commotion has occurred, his face must be very hot and his heart must be in agony.
His cheap teacher, on the other hand, really didn’t expect that he was so rich and could eat up the great talent Fan Xian to death.
Zhuang Mohan looked at the Emperor of Qing who looked even uglier than the second prince with a smile. In his opinion, it was not important who the person who exposed Fan Xian's face was, but restoring the truth was important.
Just when everyone was thinking about this change, Chu Pingsheng walked up to Hou Zhigang, took the white jade pen from the old eunuch's hand, and wrote on the header of the poem just now, "Jiang Chengzi" Mizhou goes hunting, Song Dynasty, Su Shi" is a line.
On the header of another piece of paper, he wrote the words "Sleepwalking Tianmu chanted and left farewell, Tang Dynasty, Li Bai".
Then "When are the poppies and spring flowers and autumn moon, Five Dynasties, Li Yu."
"Shui Diao Ge Tou, Song Dynasty, Su Shi."
"Song of Everlasting Sorrow, Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi."
"One of the two poems by Dong Da, Tang Dynasty and Gao Shi."
After he finished writing one piece, he threw it in front of Fan Xian. Finally, he dropped the pen to the ground and broke it into two parts.
"Fan Xielu, should I tear these poems up for you, or should you tear them up yourself?"
Fan Xian looked at the poems he had written so passionately at his feet, which he had passionately written earlier. His whereabouts were unknown, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"伱...where did you come from?"
Chu Pingsheng took out two books from his sleeves and threw them into Hou Zhigang's arms.
The old eunuch took a closer look and saw "Three Hundred Poems of the Tang Dynasty" written on his left hand, and "Three Hundred Poems of the Song Dynasty" written on his right hand.
"Where did these two books come from?" Fan Xian's voice was trembling.
"My master gave it to me." Chu Pingsheng said with a playful look on his face: "Do you think you and your mother are the only ones who are different?"
"..."
Fan Xian felt that his brain was a bit insufficient.
Chu Pingsheng's storybook was given to him by his master. Could it be that... Bai Feng is also a time traveler?
“Your Majesty.”
Hou Zhigang quickly presented the two books to the emperor.
Li Yunqian rolled over and threw it to Li Yunrui expressionlessly.
Li Yunrui also turned over it and passed it to Zhuang Mohan.
"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, good, good, good poems, good words..."
"There are actually annotations."
The old man held the two books. Books are like treasures that you cannot put down.
(End of this chapter)