Chapter 75 became famous.

"I look at my sword by lamplight while drunk, and dream of blowing the horn in the camp. Eight hundred of my subordinates are roasting meat, and fifty strings are playing the sound of the frontier. Soldiers are being reviewed in the battlefield in autumn!" Fan Xian did not stop, and his voice of reciting the poem was ups and downs, slowly unfolding. His face turned red with excitement, and he looked drunk.

But he was not drunk after all, and only then did he realize it.

Seeing that the wine jar in his hand was empty, he shouted "Wine!" He staggered, with a sarcastic look on his face. He took the wine jar handed over by a minister and started drinking. At the end, he raised his sleeves to wipe off the wine stains, walked towards Zhuang Mohan and asked, "Master Zhuang, do you still suspect that I plagiarized your teacher's poems?"

Zhuang Mohan tapped the table with his right hand, immersed in the poem. With his literary accomplishment, how could he not appreciate the artistic conception of the poem? After hearing Fan Xian's question, he came back to his senses and smelled a pungent smell of alcohol. He frowned and said anxiously, "Why do you have to do this, Mr. Fan? Drink less and don't hurt your body."

"I am not as good as you in annotating scriptures and explaining texts. You are not as good as me in reciting poems." Fan Xian sneered, "Mr. Zhuang has many students all over the world and is the best writer in ancient and modern times, but when it comes to writing poems, I'm afraid he is not as good as Mr. Li An!"

Fan Xian did not forget the agreement he had made with Li An in the restaurant, and decided to drag him in to help him share the attention. He turned around and said loudly, "Next, I will talk about the poems written by Mr. Li An!"

"I wish to be a pair of wings in the sky and a pair of branches on the ground"

"The east wind blew again last night in my small building, and I could not bear to look back at my homeland in the bright moonlight"

"The country is ruined but the mountains and rivers remain, the city is overgrown with grass and trees in spring"

Fan Xian's body was swaying, his face was as pale as peach, but his eyes were very bright. He walked and stopped, his face was crazy, like a madman, and he blurted out poems one after another as if they were free.

Li An's expression at this moment was exactly the same as his, with a crazy expression and slightly red eyes, as if he wanted to eat someone.

He made a mistake. He really didn't expect that Fan Xian would bring him along for this show-off. After thinking about it, he understood Fan Xian's intention. He wanted him to share the attention of the whole world!

Several eunuchs near the palace gate were writing with brushes that were about to spark. They wiped their sweat while writing furiously. The most important thing was that their handwriting was very neat even at such a fast speed. This was precious.

"Are there already a hundred poems?" Fan Xian asked Eunuch Hou drunkenly.

"Oh." Eunuch Hou sighed softly, stopped writing and looked up and said, "I already have it."

Upon hearing this, Fan Xian nodded, pointed his finger at Zhuang Mohan and said coldly: "I can't be a literary master. And you can't be a human being!" After he finished speaking, he passed out muttering "Fuck you".

The ministers had no time to care about Fan Xian's misbehavior in the palace. Their eyes were all dull and they were motionless.

Zhuang Mohan finally couldn't hold back after hearing Fan Xian's words and feeling guilty about himself. He spat out a mouthful of blood and leaned over the table, gasping for breath, which sounded like a broken bellows.

"Call the imperial physician!" Emperor Qing shouted loudly, then turned to Li An and said, "Lord Li, can you help?"

Seeing this, Li An nodded, and did not mention the reward in this occasion. He stepped on the stage and held Zhuang Mohan, and then a force came out, stabilizing Zhuang Mohan's injuries. This is a manifestation of anger and depression in the chest, Li An, who already has LV9 medical skills, thought to himself. After a while, the imperial doctor arrived and found that there was nothing wrong with him after the examination. After he woke up, he prescribed a set of medicine and left the hall.

"Fan Xian and Mr. Li are truly talented!" The prince muttered to himself with an unwilling look on his face.

The second prince was the closest and chuckled, "If there is no fairyland, where did these poems come from?"

Hearing the word "fairyland", Emperor Qing's expression changed. He thought of the temple and silently turned to look at Li An.

Guo Baokun, who was in the audience, was already drunk at this moment. He realized his own ending, but at this moment he had thousands of words in his heart, but he couldn't say a single word.

But his father, Guo Youzhi, seemed to have grasped the last straw, and said loudly: "Your Majesty, if it is true as Fan Xian said, then this Mr. Li must be a great talent of the time. But the poems just now were all recited by Fan Xian alone, making it difficult to distinguish the truth from the false. There may be other possibilities!"

Emperor Qing said playfully, "What do you want?" If Chen Pingping and Fan Jian, who were familiar with Emperor Qing, were present, they would have seen that Emperor Qing was on the verge of a rage. Guo Youzhi continued, "Then let Mr. Li recite one of his own poems, so that people will be convinced!"

"Lord Li, what do you think?" Emperor Qing threw the question to Li An.

Li An hesitated for a moment, then nodded and agreed, "Of course."

He was just pondering, thinking about which poems he could recite. This poem had to be not just any one of the 100 poems just now, it had to be of some weight and quality to be convincing. And Li An was also secretly blaming Fan Xian, saying that he had to drag me out to take the blame, and now the trouble continued, and he had to finish it himself to make up for the lie.

Although everyone in the room was overwhelmed by the numerous poems just heard, they perked up now and looked over curiously, waiting to savor Ang Lee's new work.

Li An thought about the "Telepathic Fingering" that he knew, and said in his heart: Master Li Shangyin, I'm sorry!

He walked down the stage, took the paper and pen from a eunuch, and started to practice calligraphy to the pinnacle!

"Last night's stars, last night's wind, west of the painted building, east of the osmanthus hall.

The body has no colorful phoenix wings and wings, and the heart is a little bit better.

The second seat is sent to the hook and the spring wine is warm, and the lamp is red with wax-covered wax.

Alas, I hear the drum and go to work, my horse galloping to the Lanting Pavilion is like a rolling tumbleweed. "

"What calligraphy!" a minister shouted excitedly.

This shout seemed to have set off a chain reaction, and several more shouts were heard.

"This font, this font! This is a new font!" An elderly minister said in a trembling voice, his face full of disbelief!

"No doubt about it!" A civil official from the Hanlin Garden said excitedly, "This is definitely calligraphy that has reached the level of a master. This is a new school of calligraphy, worthy of being established!"

People were excited, shouting, and overjoyed. Their eyes were shining, and they looked greedily at the page of rice paper, as if it were a peerless beauty.

The people in the hall had been startled countless times today. At this moment, they all gathered around, staring at Fan Xian on the ground with strange expressions, and occasionally glancing at Li An, still terrified. The three views they had built up over the years were completely destroyed. He was truly a great man of all time, but now he was rivaled by these two!
Quiet. The hall suddenly became quiet again.

It was only when Emperor Qing saw that the situation was out of order that he ordered Eunuch Hou to send Fan Xian out of the palace and take good care of him.

"Mr. Li, how much more do you know that I don't know?" Emperor Qing had a half-smile on his face, and Zhuang Mohan, who had recovered, perked up and looked at the paper for a moment, then turned around and looked at Li An as if he were a monster.

Li An smiled slightly and said, "Mostly just some hobbies."

Emperor Qing nodded and said, "Sir, can the original copy of this calligraphy be kept in the palace?"

Li An nodded and said goodbye to Emperor Qing.

Afterwards, in the gaze of everyone, he and Wang Shisanlang strode away without looking back.

(End of this chapter)