Chapter 221 Homesickness

"Originally, I didn't want to say it, but since Mingyue has reached that point, I have to say it quickly!" Zhuang Mohan was also good at acting, and Zhu Qi looked like he couldn't bear it but had to do it, and sighed in disbelief.

After sighing, Zhuang Mohan then turned to look at Fan Xian, with an expression that meant something.

When Fan Xian saw the expression on the literary figure, he knew whether Zhuang Mohan was coming for him. No wonder he didn't even say hello to him when he saluted him just now, and he ignored him. Fan Xian sighed in his heart.

Did I really not get into any trouble during that time? I was very honest every day. I went to Guo Baokun every day to learn martial arts under his guidance. After all, with the guidance of the number one person in Tiandong, could Zhiwang Hui meet him?

But Wu Qiu, how can I be so willing to go and cause trouble? Isn't it that I am so eye-catching, and I will be constantly harassed?

Zhuang Mohan didn't know anything about Fan Xian's narcissistic psychological activities, but Zhuang Mohan felt a little guilty in his heart. Although he saved his younger brother, he couldn't afford to wrong the young man. This made him feel guilty.

Zhuang Mohan, who has been practicing the teachings of saints all his life, is very uneasy. In the original work, even if Zhuang Mohan was not provoked to vomit blood by Fan Xian, he might not have lived a long life. The guilt in Zhuang Mohan's heart kept tormenting him.

It makes it difficult for him to let go, and he will still run away after being punished.

Zhuang Mohan thought of Sean, hardened his heart, gritted his teeth, looked at Emperor Qing, opened the scroll in his lap, and saw a picture of an old man admiring the moon in the forest at night, and saw the old man in front of him.

The figure is stooped, with red temples, showing signs of vicissitudes of life, with his legs behind his back, looking up at the bright moon, with a desolate expression, and a sense of endless sadness. There is a line of words written on the side of the portrait, which is "Wanli"

Sad Autumn is a frequent guest, and a hundred years of illness appear alone on the stage."

"That was a painting that my mentor made many years ago. The poem in it has never been spread. I don't know how Fan Xian knew it. Therefore, no one knows about the poem. He took it out and asked for his name. He originally

"I don't want to expose it, but it's related to my mentor, but I have to do it!" Zhuang Mohan sighed again, but this time he was not pretending, so he sighed for his own despicability, and he finally did not live up to the saint's teachings.

, regardless of his own selfishness, he framed a talented young man in such a public place. He had already thought about Fan Xian's meeting a month later, fearing that he would be infamous and everyone would shout. Zhuang Mohan closed his eyes.

, I didn’t dare to look at anyone anymore, the self-blame in my heart kept eating away at the old man’s heart. Zhuang Mohan felt waves of depression coming from his heart, and he involuntarily covered his heart with his legs, slowly

He returned to his seat and walked eastward without saying a word.

"He's going, how did the old man know that he plagiarized? Could it be that his teacher was not a poet, and he met the old man? Did Du Fu also travel through time?" Fan Xian looked at the silent Zhuang Mohan, a little worried. He didn't know how it could be such a coincidence.

Didn't I copy a poem in honor of his old man, and was caught?

"I don't know, Mr. Zhuang, can my teacher's surname be Du?" Fan Xian saw that everyone present was staring at him, so he had no choice but to come to Zhuang Mohan and asked cautiously, "Please Zhuang Mohan"

When Han's teacher really denied that Du Fu was an old man, Fan Xian was ready to admit defeat. Who would let himself be the first to make a mistake?

"The surname is not Du!" Zhuang Mohan felt a little confused. What does his mentor's surname have to do with Fan Xian? Could it be that the child was hit too hard by him and went crazy? Zhuang Mohan didn't understand.

He glanced at Fan Xian apologetically, then cast his eyes eastward, unable to bear to look any further.

"It's fine if my surname is not Du!" Fan Xian breathed a long sigh of relief and asked the poet Du Fu to travel through time. Although he did not plagiarize, the old man did not frame him. No one is nobler than the other. What he thought of

, Fan Xian did not feel guilty, he immediately raised his head and chest, and became energetic.

"Old sir, I said he plagiarized my teacher's poems. Apart from the scroll, is there any other evidence?" Fan Xian stopped being patient at that time and started to attack, appearing aggressive.

"Even if you don't look at the scroll, you can still get a clue. The meaning behind the last four sentences of the poem is desolation. I wonder if you have experienced the ups and downs of life, how could you write such an artistic conception? Fan Xian's youthful scenery

, it is impossible to have such a sad state of mind. If a young man insists on being sad, it will go too far, and he will be laughed at!" Zhuang Mohan has his own judgment. In fact, when he first read the poem, Zhuang Mohan had it in his heart.

The image of the author of this poem is that of an old man who cares about the country and the people. He has gone through ups and downs, has a sad expression, frost-stained temples, and a thin figure. But Fan Xian does not meet the requirements at all, which makes Zhuang Mohan very dissatisfied.

strangeness.

Emperor Qing listened to Zhuang Mohan's analysis and actually agreed with him. After all, Fan Xian was not a member of his own Qing Kingdom. He had lost such a big face of Qing Kingdom on that occasion, which made Emperor Qing very angry.

His face was droopy, with his eyebrows and eyes drooping, and his face was so dark that water could drip from it.

At this point, Fan Xian had no choice but to escape. He picked up his wine glass and walked to the middle of the hall. He said, "That poem was indeed plagiarized by him. Was it copied from the work of the old poet Du Fu in Lingye?

The teacher has nothing to do with it."

Zhuang Mohan looked at Fan Xian who was not afraid and said angrily, "I have been immersed in books all my life and have never heard of Du Fu. I'm asking you to make up a reason. I should make up a decent lie."

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Fan Xian drank all the wine in the cup, a sad look appeared on his face, and there was nostalgia in his heart. He glanced at the sarcastic faces around him and said calmly and proudly, "Just because Du Fu is not seen in the history books, it does not mean that he does not exist.

Because he belongs to a world that has been graceful for thousands of years and has dazzling literary talents. It is not an exaggeration to say that this world is a fairyland. But even if it is such a civilized, dazzling and extremely romantic world, he will not be able to be famous throughout the ages. As for that world

Whether it is the world in his dream or the memories left in his mind, he will never forget it in his life!"

When Fan Xian said that, he didn't care about the roar of laughter from the people around him or the strange looks from others, so he quietly picked up the wine bottle and poured himself another glass of wine. Fan Xian was not a good drinker in the past month.

But Mingyue wanted to drink, and it would be best if he could get drunk, so that he could vent his worries and longings. Fan Xian picked up the wine glass, looked at the wine in the glass, and raised his head to drink.

However, maybe he drank too quickly and the drink got stuck in his throat. Fan Xian coughed a few times and his face turned red from choking. He was unwilling to spit out the drink in his mouth, but there was still some drink flowing along the corner of his mouth.

outflow.

Everyone looked at the young man in front of them, wondering why he was so calm. He could face the ridicule and ridicule around him calmly, and still remained calm and calm.

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