Chapter 262 Traveling Together
The second prince on the high platform was not far from him and glanced at him when he heard the words.
"If there is no fairyland, where do these poems come from?"
Guo Baokun still smiled foolishly.
"Then...it must be...he wrote it himself, hehe."
Guo Youzhi, whose face now looked somewhat ugly, turned back and glared at his son fiercely when he heard this.
Guo Baokun was frightened by his father's gaze and instantly sobered up. He realized that he had said the wrong thing and hurried to make amends.
"Even if he wrote these poems himself, even if he wrote thousands or tens of thousands of them, it doesn't prove that he didn't plagiarize that seven-character poem!"
The second prince glanced at him and said angrily.
"If he recites it casually, it will be a famous quote for all ages! For such a person, why bother to copy it! And why bother to copy it!"
Emperor Qing listened to the conversation between the two, with the corners of his mouth raised and never let go. He couldn't suppress it, and he didn't want to suppress it.
Fan Xian on the ground laughed when he heard this, and without even opening his eyes, he casually pressed his hands up and down towards the second prince's position on the left.
Dude, I really did plagiarize it, don't get too angry.
After laughing, Fan Xian struggled to sit up again, twisted his body, supported himself with his right hand, and stood up with his left hand holding the stair railing.
"Yo~"
Fan Xian was swaying from side to side and could hardly stand steadily, which frightened the people around him so much that they cried out in fear. Even though they were very far away, he still couldn't help but reach out his hand.
He created hundreds of masterpieces in one go, and most of them were created by him alone. They are truly the twin stars!
He is now as much a treasure of the Qing Kingdom as Mei Chengan, and he cannot fall, not even if a hair falls off!
Fortunately, Fan Xian managed to keep his balance. He held onto the guardrail and moved step by step to Zhuang Mohan's desk. He let go of the guardrail and leaned onto the desk.
Lian Zhuang Mohan couldn't help but raise his hand to help him up in case Xian fell. It was a subconscious action.
Fan Xian crossed his legs and leaned on the table, looking at Zhuang Mohan with a smile, then slowly raised his right hand and pointed at him.
"Annotations and Explanations of the Scriptures."
"I."
"Not as good as you!"
"Recite a poem!"
"you."
“Not as good as me!”
"Hehehehe."
"Do it. Become a great writer."
"I can not."
"Be a man!"
"You, you can't do that, hahahaha."
After saying this, Fan Xian no longer had any strength left, and he sat down with his body limp. He then lay back and laughed very happily.
"Hahahahahahaha, I'm drunk and want to sleep, go away, fuck you..."
The sound was not loud to begin with, and it became smaller and smaller until it became silent.
Fan Xian fell asleep soundly in front of everyone.
Zhuang Mohan was also so angry at Fan Xian's last curse that Shui Lingling was about to vomit blood.
Who is Zhuang Mohan? He is a living saint. It would be terrible if a saint vomited blood. The ministers of Northern Qi could no longer sit still, and even the ministers of Qing State stood up and came over.
Not to mention that we have no conclusion about what happened tonight, even if we did, the belief that one has respected a teacher for a lifetime would not collapse so easily.
"Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Zhuang, are you okay? Go find the doctor!"
Seeing that the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests was becoming chaotic, Emperor Qing was the first to stand up and leave his seat, exiting through the side aisle.
Although the banquet was ruined, Emperor Qing had never been as happy as he was today.
The national war was won, the negotiations were concluded smoothly, and the literary world of Qing Kingdom, which originally had a single shining star, now has two shining stars.
Even Mei Chengan, the lazy guy in the past, was lured to become more dazzling than before, hahahahaha, good.
And most importantly, that shining new star is him...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, so cool! God bless my Daqing!
What? The literary master was so angry that he vomited blood at the banquet?
He deserved it. He dared to slander my son. He deserves death. What happened tonight will spread all over the world, and his lies will be exposed.
Today is a good day~ Hmmmm, hmmmm, hmmmm, it can all be done~
"Eunuch Hou, come here, come here, you will do this and that later. Don't let them have any accidents. Do you understand?"
"Your Majesty, please rest assured. If the two young masters lose even a hair, I will bring my head to you."
"Haha, go ahead, go ahead."
"As ordered!"
Eunuch Hou went back to the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests excitedly.
……
Eunuch Hou did his job perfectly and respectfully saw off the eldest princess, the crown prince, and the second prince.
He then ordered his men to send Zhuang Mohan back to his residence and called a royal physician for him.
It is said that Zhuang Mohan has no shortage of people to carry the things, but the necessary arrangements still need to be made without neglecting etiquette.
As for Fan Xian and Mei Cheng'an, he would definitely bring people to escort them personally.
Although Mei Cheng'an's alcoholism has almost dissipated, he still has to act in a drunken state; it has to be consistent.
However, he still declined Eunuch Hou's personal escort, as one person could not split the two places. His current condition was much stronger than Fan Xian's, so there was no need to trouble Eunuch Hou to make two trips.
Therefore, after confirming with Mei Cheng'an again and again, Eunuch Hou took his men to escort Fan Xian home first.
He arranged for the young eunuch Xiao Ming and a team of imperial guards to escort him. Mei Cheng'an failed to refuse politely, as Eunuch Hou refused to agree no matter what, so Mei Cheng'an had no choice but to agree.
In this way, Xiao Ming supported Mei Cheng'an and followed a team of fully armed guards out of the palace in a mighty manner.
……
outside the palace.
Wang Qinian, who was waiting there, was stunned for a moment when he saw Mei Cheng'an being escorted out of the palace with such a grand ceremony. He hurriedly prepared a stool and then stepped forward to support him.
"Master, are you okay?"
Mei Chengan smiled and waved his hand.
"it's okay no problem."
Wang Qinian looked at Xiao Ming beside him and the guards behind him.
"Young Master, this is..." Mei Cheng'an said with a smile.
"Don't ask me yet. I can't explain it in a few words. I'll tell you slowly when I get home."
Wang Qinian nodded and said no more. He kept all his questions to himself, wondering what was going on with Master Fan and what happened to Zhuang Mohan. He would find out when he got home.
"Okay, come on, come on, this eunuch, let me help my young master, oh okay, thank you very much, come on, slow down, young master."
……
Without waiting to get home, the young eunuch Xiao Ming repeated to Wang Qinian almost everything that happened in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests that night on the way.
Wang Qinian was stunned after hearing this.
Whether it was the literary master accusing Fan Xian of plagiarism, or Fan Xian writing hundreds of drunken poems in anger, the Gemini stars returning to their true gods on the spot, or Zhuang Mohan vomiting blood out of anger.
Any one of these events is enough to shock the world, not to mention that they happen at the same time, are interrelated, cause and effect to each other, are full of twists and turns, and the story effect is maximized.
It's so exciting!
After digesting it for a while, Wang Qinian no longer cared about the excitement in his heart because he thought of a very important issue.
That locksmith, do I need to contact him tonight?
……
Fan Mansion.
Fan Xian's courtyard.
Liu Ruyu pushed open the door of Fan Xian's bedroom with a look of joy on her face and gave instructions at the same time.
"Quick, quick, come on, put the hangover soup on the table, ah, put it here, put it here, yes, yes.
Oh, come on, go make that pillow softer. This kid drank so much, don’t let him get a stiff neck.”
The maids here were busy under Liu Ruyu's command.
Outside.
Teng Zijing was walking towards the bedroom with Fan Xian on his back.
Fan Xian draped his arms on Teng Zijing's shoulders, closed his eyes, and suddenly spoke.
"Before you go home later, please go to the Mei Mansion and tell Mei Cheng'an and Lao Wang that the plan remains unchanged."
Teng Zijing turned his head to the other side in disgust.
"You're already so drunk today, let's do it another day."
Fan Xian hung his head and covered his mouth with his hands, and his actions showed that he was proposing to me.
Teng Zijing's eyes widened. What was that hand touching? Damn, it stinks! He might as well cover his nose!
The sharp-eyed servant saw that the two were almost reaching the door, and hurriedly shouted to inform the inside of the house.
"Here he comes, little Fan Shishen is here!"
When Liu Ruyu in the room heard this, she smiled and turned to face the door.
"Hey, here it comes, hurry up, help the bed, help the bed, be careful, be careful."
Teng Zijing, with his mouth pulled, glared at Fan Xian and gently placed him on the side of the bed. After Fan Xian let go of his hand, he tilted his head and made two "Puh" sounds at lightning speed.
He turned around and helped Fan Xian lie down.
"Slow down, hey, cover it, hehe."
Teng Zijing did as he was told. Fan Ruoruo appeared at some point and also helped cover the corners of the quilt.
Liu Ruyu looked at Teng Zijing with a smile.
"Thank you for your help. Go back and have a rest early."
Teng Zijing glanced at Fan Ruoruo and Fan Xian lying on the bed, nodded, bowed to Liu Ruyu, and left the room.
After Fan Ruoruo tucked in the corners of the quilt for Fan Xian, she stood up and looked at Liu Ruyu.
"Aunt, I'll take care of my brother. You guys go back and rest first."
Liu Ruyu said with a little surprise.
"There are so many servants here, why do you need to do it yourself?"
Fan Ruoruo opened her mouth to say something, but Fan Sizhe, who was woken up and came over to join in the fun and give the shop dividends, leaned against the door and spoke.
"Oh, is it that serious? Come on, why are you making such a fuss? Everyone has been drunk before."
Hearing this, Liu Ruyu looked at him and rolled her eyes at him.
"What do you know? Do you know what your brother did in the palace?"
Versace crossed his arms and glanced at Fan Xian, who was lying on the bed like a drunk cat, and asked casually.
"what?"
Liu Ruyu was very excited.
“Becoming a god!”
Versace was stunned for a moment.
"What?"
……
On the other side, the front hall of the Fan Mansion.
Eunuch Hou bowed to Fan Jian and spoke with the same excitement.
"His Majesty personally ordered the palace guards to escort Master Fan back to the palace. His Majesty also said that we must take good care of him!
This gentleman is now the treasure of our Qing country!"
Fan Jian smiled and bowed politely.
"Serious words."
"Eh~"
Eunuch Hou smiled.
"But I didn't say it was serious. Lord Fan, you don't know that Young Master Fan wrote a poem while drunk tonight, which really stunned everyone in the palace.
Not only that, when Master Fan was in high spirits, he also played a poetry writing game with Master Xiaomei. The two of them took turns to speak, and in the blink of an eye they had produced dozens of excellent poems.
Many people privately said that Young Master Fan and Young Master Mei were truly like a fairy and a saint in poetry, traveling together in the human world!"
As Fan Jian listened, his eyes widened and moved back and forth as if he was imagining the grand occasion at that time.
After Eunuch Hou finished speaking, Fan Jianle couldn't close his mouth.
……
(End of this chapter)
