The road to becoming a movie star from the villain

Chapter 257: The Poet Immortal Comes Down to Earth?Drunken Poems!

"Mr. Zhuang, you are right. I copied this poem!"

Holding the wine glass, Hong Chen stood up slowly, with an indescribable arrogance in his expression.

As soon as his words came out, the officials were in an uproar.

"It's really copied!"

"This"

Seeing Hong Chen's admission, Zhuang Mohan said earnestly, "Correct when you know a mistake. It's courageous. After this incident, Mr. Fan will become a great weapon."

Hearing this, Hong Chen smiled disdainfully. He stepped forward, shook his hand and said, "Stop praising me. Mr. Zhuang, I will copy poems for myself, and you will copy poems for your teacher. It’s not as straightforward as I came.”

Then, Hong Chen pointed to the sky, and reprimanded loudly: "This poem was written by Du Fu, the old man of Shaoling, the poet saint, and has nothing to do with your teacher!"

These words are full of arrogance and pride.

The poem is Huaxia's poem, Du Fu's poem. When he wrote the poem, he said that he heard this poem from another world, and it was in his mind.

Now, some say the poem was written by someone else.

This undoubtedly angered Hong Chen!

Zhuang Mohan said that he cheated the world, Hong Chen felt that his master was the real cheater!
Hong Chen's aura suddenly became stronger.

Chen Ming sat on the emperor's chair and watched Hong Chen's performance quietly. This was a group play, and his performance was always in good condition.

What he saw was that it was rare for a young actor to still appear majestic and suave in the face of so many old actors in this group play.

What a seedling.

Group drama is difficult to act, especially when a group of veteran actors are staring at you, it is even more difficult to act.

Some people can't help being nervous when speaking in front of a group of people, let alone performing in front of a group of seniors.

This kind of psychological pressure was huge, but Hong Chen handled it without any trace.

The other actors also looked sideways, watching Hong Chen's performance.

The old actors also secretly praised in their hearts, this young man has a lot of momentum, and it is amazing to be able to show such momentum.

Not to mention the director Sun Hao behind, this is a long shot, he touched his chin, hoping that this scene can be filmed like this.

"Mr. Zhuang is really a model of respecting the teacher by deceiving the world and stealing the name of the teacher." Hong Chen said with a smile on his face, full of sarcasm and disdain.

"Sage of poetry? Hehehe, since he is a sage of poetry, he has left his name in history. What dynasty and generation is he from?" Zhuang Mohan asked indifferently.

"He is not in the history books." Hong Chen said indifferently.

"Oh, that's right." Zhuang Mohan responded disdainfully.

"Because his poems belong to another world. A world with thousands of years of romance and dazzling literary talent!"

"Could it be that it's the legendary fairyland?" Zhuang Mo laughed coldly.

As soon as his words fell, a roar of laughter suddenly resounded in the hall.

This burst of laughter angered Hong Chen again.

He is a time traveler, and he is proud of China's historical civilization. Although he has never shown it, deep in his heart, his sense of belonging is still in modern times.

He turned his head, pointed at the high-ranking officials, and angrily said: "Laugh, laugh, compared with your place, it is no exaggeration to say that it is a fairyland!"

"Have you been there?" Zhuang Mohan asked.

"That is the place I have been to in my dreams, and it is my remaining memory."

Guo Youzhi smiled coldly, and said, "Lord Fan, what do you mean, you traveled to the fairy world in your dream, and you also recited a poem when you came back?"

His words were full of strong sarcasm.

Now the ironclad evidence is overwhelming, proving that Hong Chen plagiarized poems.Hong Chen's explanation was that he recited this poem from the fairy world.

This explanation is undoubtedly ridiculous and absurd.

Sure enough, in the hall, the officials once again roared with laughter.

Guo Youzhi got up and saluted Emperor Qing once again, and said loudly: "Your Majesty, what Fan Xian said is too bizarre and absurd. It is to deceive the emperor. Your Majesty, please judge!"

By this time, the atmosphere was already tense.

Hong Chen really must die.

His friends all looked worried for him.

But looking back at Hong Chen, he still looked very calm.

He turned to look at Zhuang Mohan, and asked, "Mr. Zhuang, do you have many poems written by your teacher?"

"The teacher wrote a lot of poems in his life."

"Are there many unknowns?"

"Shi Hai's hook is deep, lesser known than the one just shown!"

"Hahaha." Hong Chen laughed, very disdainful and chic.

He turned around and patted Guo Youzhi's shoulder, with a bit of drunkenness, mockingly said: "Who said I only recited one song in my dream?"

Then, Hong Chen threw the wine glass in his hand on the ground, picked up a jar of wine from the side of the banquet, and drank it suddenly.

He was a little drunk and his face was flushed.

"Paper!"

"Molai!"

He shouted loudly, and his momentum gradually won!

The skill "Literati" has already been activated, and this time, he has incorporated another skill "Jun Lin Tian Xia"!
From this moment on, he is the emperor in the poem.

China has thousands of years of history, and there are countless cultural treasures. Since the officials are laughing at the "immortal world", then he will let this group of corrupt people see, what is there in the immortal world?
There are poems!

"Master Fan, do you want to compose two or three poems temporarily, to prove that they were all copied from the fairy world?" Guo Youzhi mocked disdainfully.

Hong Chen glanced at him and said with a bit of drunkenness, "You don't know, that memory is engraved in my memory like a knife and an axe."

Guo Youzhi's face changed, and Guo Baokun snorted coldly: "I'm afraid I'm out of breath, I've already started talking nonsense."

Finally, the scene reached its climax.

Director Sun Hao was behind, and couldn't help being a little excited.

coming!

I saw Hong Chen suddenly smashed down the wine jar in his hand, and with a bit of drunkenness, he began to recite poems in front of the officials.

His first poem was "Will Enter the Wine"!
"Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky"

"Floating to the sea and never returning"

"Don't you see Gao Tang's mirror with sad white hair"

"The morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow"

In his words, there is a lot of pride, unparalleled anger, and an immortal demeanor who ignores everything!

You know, Hong Chen played the role in the movie "Li Bai" back then, and he memorized this poem during the audition, so naturally there is no need to talk about his temperament.

But this time it was different from the previous performances.

This time, the emotion he wanted to show was more anger, and more indifference to the world.

Sure enough, as soon as these four lines came out, the entire hall fell silent.

All the literati present were good at poetry, and they could all hear the grandeur in this poem.

This is a poem by Li Bai, a poetic fairy, so how can people in this world compare to it!
However, this is just the beginning.

"When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come, and how much do you know about the past. Asking you how much you can worry, it's like a river of spring water flowing eastward!"

"I want to take the wind to go back, but I'm afraid that Qionglou Yuyu, the heights are too cold, dance to find out the shadows, it seems to be in the world!"

"Looking at the sword with the light on while drunk, dreaming back to the company of blowing horns, eight hundred li points under the command of the fire, fifty strings turning outside the fortress, autumn soldiers on the battlefield!"

His poems are sometimes chic and comfortable, sometimes lonely, and sometimes domineering and awe-inspiring.

In the play, the emperor was stunned, the officials were stunned, and the eldest princess was stunned.

Off-screen, the director, assistant director, planner, field manager, and camera operator were also stunned.

Hong Chen's performance was great!

Every poem requires a different emotion.

Every poem has a different artistic conception.

But he can recite every poem to that effect, as if the poem was really written by him.

His aura is perfect!

Above the main hall, there are so many actors and so many people watching, Hong Chen recited the poem selflessly, without being affected in the slightest.

At this moment, as he said in the play, "Could it be that the immortal poet really came down to earth?"

No one expected that Hong Chen's performance in this scene would be so good.

For the first time, Chen Ming couldn't see a single flaw from a young actor. What he saw was a perfect performance.

Hong Chen's movements are also very chic, sometimes running in the hall, sometimes hugging the second prince and the crown prince, and sometimes laughing boldly.

These verses are the treasures of China for thousands of years, how can they understand the deep meaning in them.

After reciting like this for a long time, Hong Chen blushed and drunkenly asked the eunuch who copied the poem: "Is it over a hundred?"

The eunuch immediately responded: "Oh Mr. Fan, it's already over a hundred."

At this time, Guo Baokun was also drunk, and he said: "There is no fairy world in this world, this poem must have been written by himself."

"But even if he wrote thousands or tens of thousands of poems, he still plagiarized that poem."

Guo Baokun is a funny villain character, a little stupid, the second prince said coldly: "Just chanting a sentence is a famous sentence through the ages. How can such a person copy it? How can he bother to copy it!"

The second prince's words are right, and all the officials understand this truth.

In any case, after tonight, Hong Chen's name will resound throughout the world.

Then, Hong Chen came to Zhuang Mohan again.

At this moment, Zhuang Mohan's face was full of guilt, and he didn't dare to look at Hong Chen.

"I'm not as good as you for commenting scriptures, and you're not as good as me for reciting poems." Hong Chen said drunkenly.

Zhuang Mohan is the number one literary master in the world, with countless apprentices under him, but at this time, like a student being taught by a teacher, he nods frequently, his face full of awe.

"I can't be a master in the literary world."

"Be a man, you, you can't!"

As he said that, Hong Chen smiled disdainfully, and because of the alcohol, he just lay down on the hall.

He murmured in a low voice: "I'm drunk and want to sleep, so let me go."

Then, thinking of everything that happened tonight, he added: "Go ride a horse!"

(End of this chapter)