Vol 2 Chapter 135 (2/2)
The people in the hall were puzzled by his drunken yells, but the Emperor calmly ordered the palace maids to comply with his demands After a moment of preparation, the hall was clear, with just a table, an ink-stone, and one person, standing alone and arrogant in the middle
Fan Xian stood somewhat uneasily With some difficulty, he spoke courteously to the Emperor ”Your Grace, may I borrow the services of a palace eunuch to write?”
Although the Emperor did not understand why, he nodded in approval A eunuch scribe walked over to the table, set out a sheet of white paper, and ground down an ink stick Unexpectedly, Fan Xian resisted his feelings of drunkenness and shook his head ”One is not enough”
”Fan Xian, what are you trying to pull?” The Crown Prince, not far fro up But the Eradually spread across his face It seeuessed as about to happen
Fan Xian s back his drunkenness, he spoke with the three eunuch scribes by his side ”I shall speak, and you shall write If you write slowly, and cannot copy them, I cannot say them a second time”
The three eunuchs were inexplicably nervous A nu to do How could he get people to believe that his talent was on a par with a great , and the late suhtly cool But the atradually intensified, like the sound of a drum on a battlefield
”Even a prairie fire cannot destroy the grass, it grows again when the spring breeze blows the row to dazzlewhere horses' hooves have not trod even heaven and earth have their endings, the regret of our parting will last forever and never end”
With no warning, and noover the issue, Fan Xian had blurted out a section of work entirely by Bai Juyi in no time at all And then there were ten ht sky outside the palace hall, reciting without ceasing this faely committed to memory The eunuch scribes brandished their pens and scribbled rapidly, almost unable to keep up with hi an unceasing torrent of plots and plans, under enormous pressure, he had finally exploded In histhis poe whether the eunuchs had remembered it or whether the observers could understand him Profound and eloquent words fro in the palace hall of the Kingdoed to one of aan to si the spectacle, he could not help butin them that anyone had heard before, but they were truly brilliant verses Could it be that they were all written by Master Fan?
”Evening arrives, the sky wanting to snow, no matter what,
”Do you not see, my lord” next it was Li Bai's turn to drink
”The shadow beco
”But only the host can get the guest to drink” still this was Li Bai, drinking
”The yesterday that abandoned me cannot be retained; the today that leaves reat worry” this was Li Bai, already drunk
The people in the hall thought of the gentleathered around Fan Xian Hearing the poem he recited, their faces were filled with astonish to the poeeniuses in the world, but since ancient ti such a scene as this
They had seen poe a poeetable market - but countless verses spilled forth fro to think about it How could it be different to selling cabbage?
Although there were soathered knew nothing of the classics of that world They were dule one was a athered officials looked at Fan Xian, whose expression was becoreborn in this life Filled with shock, the three eunuch scribes who had leant their labor to the sober-headed Grand Secretary began to engross themselves in the verses that fell fro Master Fan had said that he would not repeat them
Fan Xian had no idea what he looked like His eyes re these verses while he thought of his next move If he had let the officials know that he currently had the leisure to think of other things, perhaps they would be even more astonished
He felt a little bit thirsty, and so he stretched his hand out to the side, where the Grand Secretary was discreetly holding some wine He placed it carefully into his hand, so as not to disturb his concentration
Fro Zishen, to the brightdynasty, Du Fu's greenhouse, Su Dongpo cooking Huangzhou fish, Du Mu visiting a prostitute, Liu Yong also visiting a prostitute, Yuan Zhen crossing a vast ocean to live with his hts of beautiful ti Xiu's fierce love for his niece (this was an unresolved e of justice)
Fan Xian closed his eyes, took a sip of wine, ”wrote” a poem, he finished three cups and had produced three hundred poeht and shadow see into a scene that only he could see behind his closed eyes It was the poets of his previous world, old handso effortlessly beneath the bamboo A bare stomach on the bed, with the fast winds of the pavilion, the sad tears shed on the riverside
This was all from his previous world, all that Fan Xian had from his previous world, and in its sudden way, it had abruptly descended on the world of the Kingdopoets throughout eternity, Fan Xian struggled against Zhuang Mohan
He suddenly opened his eyes He looked at Zhuang Mohan coldly, like he was looking at another world from a distance
”Do you not see, my lord, how the yellow river's waters wind their way toward Heaven?” Who could be more unconstrained than Li Bai?
”Waves crash and cleanse heroes of ages past” Who could be ht the rains were thin and the winds sudden, although I fell into a deep sleep raceful than Li Qingzhao?
Who could rival the strength of lues past all in one person?
With a loud clatter, Zhuang Mohan's trerip on his wine cup, and it fell to the bluestone floor, s into countless pieces
Silence A moment of silence
Some unknowable amount of time later, Fan Xian finally stopped his do could not escape from this state of mind The scholars and the eunuch scribes were the first to awake fro hands, staring at Fan Xian as if he were some kind of supernatural entity
Fan Xian was drunk He swayed as he walked toward Zhuang Mohan, and extended a finger pointing at his nose, wagged it, and after a drunken belch, he spoke quietly
”In co such things you are inferior to h he had said it quietly, everyone heard it clearly The officials now believed his words entirely They prostrated theardless of Zhuang Mohan's great prestige, when it cale person who had listened to Fan Xian's ”recitation” of the 300 ancient poems could never believe that anyone could everup the iarisenius could write staggeringly incredible poetry about things he had never experienced What was that? It was the work of an iiarism?
Since no one believed that Fan Xian's poetic talent could have been copied fro As they looked at Zhuang Mohan, they could not hide their disappointreat master, who had enjoyed a stellar reputation all his life, had suddenly found hied war on the young
Zhuang Mohan looked at Fan Xian as if he were a monster There was sadness in his eyes, and inexplicably, he felt a sudden melancholy in the pit of his stomach He covered his mouth with his white sleeve as he spat blood
His Majesty's face wore a smile that was not quite a smile as he looked at Fan Xian ”Why do you not show such talent every day?”
Fan Xian seeaze ”Poetry and literature are things for cultivating theferociously”
The words were a little shale? Fan Xian finally could not hide his drunken discontent He fell buttocks-first to the ground before the E lips ”I'm tired and I want to sleep,” heLi Bai's final pose, Fan Xian fell into drunken dreams at the Emperor's feet