The short video shows the ancient times, and the emperors cried with envy!

Chapter 376: The famous scene of celebrating more than one year! Fan Xian copied the poem! Du Fu: It’s broken, I’m a substitute!
[As soon as these words came out, many people at the table laughed out loud]

["That is a world with thousands of years of romance and dazzling literary talents!" Fan Xian turned around and pointed at the sneering minister with one hand, "Laugh! Laugh!"]

[Fan Xian pointed his finger downwards, and said proudly and disdainfully: "Compared to you, it's an immortal world, it's no exaggeration!"]

"Immortal world?" Ying Zheng looked at the white-robed young man in the sky with slightly gleaming eyes.

Li Bai opened his eyes drunkenly, leaning his head against the pillar, feeling a little interested.

"Immortal world? This means that our..."

He stretched out his hand and pointed around, confused and inexplicable: "Is it the fairy world?"

Ancient people from all time and space understood what Fan Xian meant.

The word fairyland undoubtedly attracted their attention. How many people have been looking for the so-called fairyland throughout their lives?

But what does Fan Xian mean, that this is the fairyland? !
Everyone didn’t believe it, but they were also extremely curious!
All the civil and military officials in the sky didn't believe what Fan Xian said. Fan Xian put down his bold words and wanted to recite the poems from the fairy world!
[Fan Xian staggered a few steps in the hall, picked up the wine jar on the low table beside him, and shouted loudly: "Here comes the paper! Here comes the ink!"]

["If Lord Fan wants to compose a poem, I will be brave enough to copy it for you." The chamberlain behind the emperor suddenly spoke up]

[Fan Xian agreed happily, raised his head and took a sip of wine, then dropped the wine jar with a bang! 】

[He took a drunken step, his white sleeves and robe were flying, his palms were raised, and his voice was sonorous and powerful! 】

Ancient people from all over time and space couldn't help but hold their breath and look at Fan Xian who was chanting poems loudly!
"Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning! Don't you see the mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns into snow in the evening..."]

The magnificent and majestic words seem to form a picture scroll unfolding in front of everyone's eyes!

Li Bai stood up with the wine jar, his drunken state was clearly visible, and he looked somewhat similar to Fan Xian's staggering drunken steps.

"What a poem! What a poem! I wonder which saint wrote it!"

He felt vaguely familiar, especially when he thought of the Du Fu mentioned earlier. For a moment, he suspected that this was the poem he would write in the future!

In the dark, Li Bai continued reading in Fan Xian's voice!

The two voices gradually overlapped!

[If you are proud of life, you must enjoy it to the fullest. Don’t let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon...]

"I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent!"

[...The five-flowered horse, the golden fur, and the son will be exchanged for fine wine...]

"...I will sell you all the sorrows of eternity with you!"

The clear wine poured into Li Bai's mouth and slid down the corner of his mouth, and he laughed.

"Hahahaha! Okay! I'll sell it with you, and I'll be worried forever!"

Han Dynasty.

Until the last sentence of this poem came to light, Sima Xiangru could not regain his senses for a long time.

After a while, he looked at Liu Che and sighed: "I'm not as good as him."

He boasted that his poems and poems were gorgeous and created a magnificent and prosperous Han Fu.

But this poem uses a few majestic words to present a magnificent and sad painting to everyone's eyes.

Liu Che was a little shocked when he heard this. Although Sima Xiangru had a gentle temper, he was arrogant at heart.

Moreover, it is very rare for a scholar to be able to admit that he is inferior to someone so calmly!
However, when he thought about the lyrics again, he felt that it was natural.

Before everyone could marvel at the wine, Fan Xian had already recited the next song!
[The country is broken and the mountains and rivers are broken... I hate other birds and are frightened...]

[When are the spring flowers and autumn moon... I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward! 】"How much sorrow can you have..." Li Yu murmured to himself, smiling bitterly: "It's my lyrics."

The familiar words instantly brought him back to that night when he could not sleep and climbed up to the small building.

Zhao Ji, who was kidnapped in a foreign country and suffered a lot of bullying, looked at the sky in confusion. How long had it been since he heard such poems?

The Northern Song Dynasty was destroyed, and the sorrow and fear of being captured by the enemy and unable to return home came to my mind!

Really, the sadness is like a river of spring water!
Du Fu's hand shook and the turbid wine in the cup spilled out.

The vicissitudes of life of the old man raised his head, looking helpless and painful.

The country is broken and the mountains and rivers are there, but the country is already broken. What’s the point of leaving the mountains and rivers behind?
Having seen the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty, seeing the ruin of his family and country at this time made him even more sad!
[When will the bright moon appear? Asking the blue sky for wine, I don’t know the palace in the sky, what year is it tonight...]

Ying Zheng suddenly came back to his senses from these shocking poems and keenly grasped the key points of the poem.

"The palace in the sky? Has the person who wrote this poem ever seen the palace in the sky?"

In other words, the fairy world and gods may actually exist?
Even though he knew it was probably just fiction, Ying Zheng still had some thoughts about it!
[I read the sword while I was drunk, and I dreamed about the trumpet blowing company camp... Autumn troops on the battlefield! 】

[...To end the affairs of the king and the world, to gain fame both before and after his death, all the misfortune happened in vain! 】

In the military camp, Huo Qubing had a solemn face and slowly raised his fists towards the sky.

In just a few words, he saw the heroic appearance of the soldiers on the battlefield.

I also saw the helplessness of a general who was dedicated to serving his country but failed!

Huo Qubing was well-known and high-spirited at a young age, but now he seemed to feel the same pain as the general, feeling depressed and regretful!

Lu You put on his coat and walked out of the room in the night.

He was originally sad because he could not serve his country on the battlefield and could only end his life here. However, he did not expect to hear this song sung by the young man in white robes in the sky.

"Lying stiffly in a lonely village, I don't feel sorry for myself...The iron horse glaciers come to sleep."

Lu You's eyes were cloudy and red, they were so similar!
[I would like to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground! 】

[The eternity of heaven and earth will eventually end, but this hatred will last forever! 】

Maweipo.

Li Longji's face was vicissitudes of life, and his loose dragon robe hung crumpled on his body.

This was the longest poem Fan Xian had memorized. From the first sentence, he could tell that it was about him and Yuhuan!
A good beginning, but a tragic ending.

Li Longji's eyes were filled with tears, his lips were white and trembling, and he said hoarsely: "Yuhuan..."

But after reading the name, he didn't know what to say.

In the poem, they are willing to be winged birds, willing to be twigs, but he is very clear that at this time, Yuhuan is not far away, killing himself with three feet of white silk!
Yang Yuhuan pulled Bai Ling, stared at the young man on the sky screen, and blinked.

"There is no end," she smiled sadly, "Death is like a lamp going out, so what can we do if there is no end?"

And she was just an abandoned person.

Closing his eyes, Yang Yuhuan stuffed the jade neck into the white silk and kicked away the cushions under his feet!
[Poems came out of Fan Xian's mouth one after another. Everyone in the audience was shocked and looked at Fan Xian who was still singing poems eloquently! 】

[Fan Xian: "... An Neng bends his waist to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy!"]

["Since ancient times, no one has died, and his loyalty will be remembered by history!"]

"Hahahaha! Okay! Well said!" Qu Yuan laughed out loud while holding a big stone by the Miluo River!

(End of this chapter)