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Zhou Chen didn't reply, but asked Zhuang Mohan to continue reading.

Zhuang Mohan didn't say anything and continued to flip through the pages. However, when he turned to the third page, his expression changed, because the poem on this page was exactly the same poem that Fan Xian recited in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests today.

"this?"

How come the poem that Fan Xian just recited tonight appeared in Zhou Chen's book? He could tell that this collection of poems was not just written, but had existed for some time.

I continued to look through the poems, two, three, four...

He flipped faster and faster, and soon finished reading the collection of poems, but Zhuang Mohan's expression became very strange.

"What's going on? Aren't many of these poems written by Fan Xian today? Why are they in your collection of poems?"

Being able to become a literary giant, Zhuang Mohan must be a very intelligent person. He thought a lot from Zhou Chen's collection of poems.

"Could it be that Fan Xian's poem was not written by him, but by you?"

Zhou Chen shook his head and said, "Mr. Zhuang thinks too highly of me. I can write poetry, but the poem above was not written by me, nor by Fan Xian."

Zhuang Mohan was shocked: "Ziheng, what is going on?"

It had been a long time since anyone called him by his given name, and Zhou Chen felt a little uncomfortable at first.

“These poems do not actually belong to the present age, but to the civilization of the last age.”

"Last era? The previous dynasty? But there are so many poems. If they were left over from the previous dynasty, it's impossible that you don't know every one of them, right?"

"It's not the previous dynasty, but the last era. To be precise, it should be the era of more than 100,000 years ago."

"Hundreds of thousands of years ago?"

Zhuang Mohan was stunned. This number really scared him. You have to know that Northern Qi and Qing were founded only a few decades ago. Even the Wei Kingdom before it did not exist for long. Going back further, the recorded history is only a few hundred or thousands of years.

Has humankind existed for hundreds of thousands of years?

"Yes, it was more than 100,000 years ago. The fairyland that Fan Xian talked about in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests today was not a real fairyland, but an era more than 100,000 years ago, an extremely brilliant era. These poems are the civilization left over from that era."

"This this?"

"Mr. Zhuang doesn't believe it?"

"It's not that I don't believe it, it's just too hard to believe. But I know you, Ziheng, are not the kind of person who speaks without thinking, and what Fan Xian said today, I actually think is somewhat credible."

If someone else had said this, Zhuang Mohan would definitely not believe it, but he knew that Zhou Chen had no reason to lie to him. In addition to trusting Zhou Chen, what Fan Xian said today and this collection of poems were also proof.

After all, it is impossible for two different people to write exactly the same poem, let alone so many of them.

Zhou Chen praised: "I am a little surprised by your answer, sir. I thought you would not believe it at all."

Zhuang Mohan said, "I don't really believe it yet, but I still want to hear what you have to say about that era hundreds of thousands of years ago that you mentioned, and the fairyland that Fan Xian mentioned. What kind of era was it?"

There was a strong desire for knowledge in his eyes. As a scholar studying literature, he suddenly heard such an astonishing thing and was eager to know more.

"Since you want to know, I will tell you slowly."

"Wait a minute."

Zhuang Mohan suddenly stopped Zhou Chen and asked, "If it really was an era hundreds of thousands of years ago, Ziheng, how did you and Fan Xian know about it?"

"That's a long story."

Zhou Chen sighed quietly and began to make up a story to explain to Zhuang Mohan.

"Let's start with the temple that is well known to everyone in this era..."

I saw some book friends said that they were not satisfied with the self-exposed pseudonym. Let me explain here that there was no self-exposed pseudonym. You will know when you read the next chapter.

Chapter 1458: White Lies, Temple Messenger, Lin Xiang Returns Gift

Speaking of the temple, Zhou Chen did not say more at the first time, but asked Zhuang Mohan instead.

"Sir, you should know about the existence of the temple, right?"

Zhuang Mohan nodded and said, "I naturally know what the temple is offering to the world. When the heaven and earth were first separated, giant beasts were rampant. The people in the temple came to the world with power and virtue, and passed on writing and etiquette to the world, helping the world to open up mountains and seas and establish the foundation of the human race. This is something that everyone knows."

"Then sir, do you know where the temple came from?"

"Hasn't the temple existed since the beginning of the creation of heaven and earth?"

Zhuang Mohan had a puzzled look on his face, and Zhou Chen could understand his confusion. After all, for people of this era, the temple was too mysterious and they didn't know the truth. And because of the temple's messengers, people all over the world regarded the temple as a real "god" temple.

"No, to be precise, the temple is a relic of the last civilized era. There are no so-called gods in the temple. It is a product of the last civilized era."

Zhuang Mohan was shocked to hear what Zhou Chen said, but Zhou Chen did not elaborate, nor did he tell Zhuang Mohan what the temple was. He just briefly mentioned it.

"I don't know much about the temple. I just know a few things. But even if I tell you, you may not understand. You just need to know that the temple is a relic of the last civilization. There are no so-called immortals or gods in the world."

"These poems, as well as those recited by Fan Xian, are also left over from the ancient civilization era. They were not written by Fan Xian and I. As for why we know about that civilization era, Mr. Zhuang must know the temple messenger."

"They are the people in the temple that you just mentioned. They come to the world with might and virtue, pass on writing and etiquette to the world, help the world to open up mountains and seas, and establish the foundation of the human race. These people in the temple are the temple messengers."

Zhou Chen didn't say anything about time travel and reincarnation, nor would he say it, and Zhuang Mohan wouldn't understand. He just wanted to persuade Zhuang Mohan to accept it. It wasn't because he was not as good as Fan Xian in literature and poetry, but because he wanted him to untie the knot in his heart.

So he pushed everything onto the temple and its messengers. Zhuang Mohan had no way of investigating anyway.

Zhuang Mohan asked puzzledly: "What does this have to do with the temple messenger?"

Zhou Chen said, "Because I learned all this from the temple messenger, and the reason why Fan Xian knows this is because his mother was once a temple messenger. As for why the temple messenger knows so much, it is because of what I just said, the temple is a relic of the last civilization. As temple messengers, they naturally know what the temple is, and can also learn some of the history of the last civilization from the temple."

"Sir, you can think about it. Why can the people in the temple pass on writing and etiquette to the world? Why can they know it from birth? It's not because they are immortals, but because they have learned the civilization knowledge of the previous civilization era, so they can pass on civilization in this era."

Zhuang Mohan was shocked: "Is that true?"

"Really, sir, think about it carefully. Fan Xian is only twenty years old this year, but the poems he wrote, no matter how talented he is, it is impossible for him to write so many poems that are inconsistent with his age. And if this collection of poems of mine was really written by me, why would I lie to you, sir?"

"The things described in these poems, such as the Yellow River coming from the sky, do not exist in this era. It was a big river in the last era... and Wushan... etc. These are mountains and rivers in the last civilized era. However, after the great changes in the world, the sky spun and the earth spun, and the mountains and seas collapsed, so that these mountains and rivers no longer exist."

Zhou Chen took two more books from the bookshelf.

"I know you like literature. These two books are precious heritages from the last civilized era. I believe you will like them."

Zhuang Mohan took it and saw that the two books were "The Analects" and "The Great Learning". These were written by Zhou Chen in his spare time, which definitely met the wishes of a literary giant like Zhuang Mohan.

He has already determined that these books do not exist in this world. After all, it is a civilization from the last era. Regardless of whether it is suitable for the current era, passing it on may not be a bad thing.

Zhuang Mohan only looked at it for a while, then his face was full of joy and he said loudly: "Good book, good book..."

"Now I believe what you said, Ziheng. It is indeed strange when I think about it. When we were in Qi State before, I felt that you were extremely knowledgeable and your age did not match. And Fan Xian, who wrote over a hundred poems in one night, can no longer be described as a talent. If they are all relics of the civilization of the previous era, then it can be explained."

Although he found it unbelievable, at his age, there was nothing that was unacceptable. What's more, what Zhou Chen said made sense.

The temple has existed since ancient times, but no one knows where it is or what it is.

If it is really a relic of civilization from the previous era, and the civilization from the previous era was far more advanced than the present one, then perhaps it can be explained why they can't find it.

The knot in his heart seemed to be untied in an instant, and Zhuang Mohan became much more relaxed at this moment, but his expression suddenly became solemn again.

"Ziheng, regarding the temple and the temple messenger, as well as everything you just said, for your own sake and for the sake of the people around you, it's best not to tell anyone in the future."

Zhou Chen was stunned. He originally wanted to ask Zhuang Mohan not to tell anyone what happened tonight, but he didn't expect that Zhuang Mohan reminded him before he opened his mouth.

"Don't worry sir, I won't tell anyone else."

Zhuang Mohan sighed heavily, then stood up and bowed solemnly to Zhou Chen. Zhou Chen was so shocked that he wanted to help him up, but Zhuang Mohan insisted on finishing it.

"I know this is your own secret, Ziheng, and there is no need for you to tell me, but you told me the truth for my own good. I feel ashamed of this kindness."

"Sir, there is no need to do this. There is no such thing as guilt when we are friends."

"It's time to tell you. This is a huge secret that even a father and son can't tell. You told me because you trust me."

Zhuang Mohan's expression was extremely solemn: "I can swear to heaven that everything I learned tonight will never be told to others. Even if I die, I will take it to hell."

Zhou Chen knew that Zhuang Mohan was a man who kept his promises. If he said he would not tell anyone, he would definitely not tell anyone. Although this secret was nothing to him, Zhuang Mohan was right. For the sake of his loved ones, such things should not be told to others.

He rashly told Zhuang Mohan all this because they had a very pleasant conversation and he knew Zhuang Mohan's character. Otherwise, he would definitely not say this if it was someone else.

But Zhuang Mohan is indeed different. If he were an ordinary person, and suddenly learned so many secrets, he would definitely get to the bottom of it and want to know more.

But he didn't ask any more questions. Even though he knew Zhou Chen might know more, he had no intention of asking further. He knew when to advance and when to retreat so as not to embarrass Zhou Chen.

Zhuang Mohan left, taking the two books Zhou Chen gave him with him, and left the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion.

Zhou Chen looked at the things in the dark room, and suddenly slapped out with his palm, destroying all the books inside, and then left the dark room.

To be honest, he really had no interest in the temple, because this was not his world, he just traveled through time and space, there was no need for him to get to the bottom of things in this world, as long as he completed his mission and lived comfortably, that was enough.

Whoever wants to explore the secrets of the temple can do so. He is not interested anyway.

Overnight, paper was in great demand in Kyoto, and the name of the poet Fan the Younger became known throughout the world.

The hundreds of poems that Fan Xian recited in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests were compiled into a poetry collection overnight and sold all over Kyoto. It became the best-selling poetry collection the next day, many times more exaggerated than "A Dream of Red Mansions".

At the same time, Fan Xian also took advantage of the convenience of the bookstore to spread the news of the eldest princess betraying Yan Bingyun throughout Kyoto through paper and artificial media technology.

Zhou Chen naturally knew about these things, but he didn't have time to ask about them now, because Zhan Pianpian was going to leave Kyoto and return to Qi with the Northern Qi delegation.

He brought a lot of things for Zhan Pianpian, all of which were her favorite things to eat, play with, and watch...

"Wait for me in Shangjing City. I will go there to propose marriage soon."

After getting Zhou Chen's assurance, Zhan Pianpian was very happy. She nodded with a blushing face and finally said goodbye to Zhou Chen reluctantly.

Zhou Chen also said goodbye to Zhuang Mohan. Two days later, Zhuang Mohan had regained his former spirit. He ignored all the rumors in the outside world that were unfavorable to him.

Although he already knew that those poems were not written by Fan Xian, he never thought of exposing it, nor did he think of saying anything to Fan Xian, because he was the one who wronged Fan Xian first, and it was his own fault.

You reap what you sow. If it's wrong, it's wrong. He has no regrets and is willing to bear all the consequences himself.

After the Northern Qi delegation and the Dongyi City delegation left, the contest between Fan Xian and the eldest princess officially began. No, to be precise, it was the contest between Chen Pingping and the eldest princess.

In the battle to drive the princess out of Kyoto, although Fan Xian took the initiative and spread the news, he was not the one who played a decisive role. The one who played the decisive role was Chen Pingping.

Chen Pingping took advantage of Fan Xian's behavior and laid out a plan to force Li Yunrui to say the wrong thing, touching Emperor Qing's reverse scale, and eventually he suffered the consequences.

During this period, something happened. It might not be a big deal to others, but it was good news to Zhou Chen.

Gong Yuan, the son of Censor Gong of the Censorate, had an argument with someone in a brothel and accidentally killed an official's son. Soon after he fled back home, he was captured by people from the Kyoto Prefecture.

Before Censor Gong and his wife could rescue the people, Censor Gong was reported for corruption and bribery, and evidence of his corruption and bribery over the past decade was included. The evidence was conclusive and left no room for argument.

Before his son was rescued, he was thrown into the Ministry of Justice prison again.

The Duke Zhenguo's Mansion!

Zhou Xingniang begged on her knees for a long time and finally met Zhou Chen.

"Achen, please save Yuan and your uncle."

Zhou Chen looked at Zhou Xingniang, whose hair was disheveled and whose face was filled with excitement. She was no longer as arrogant and domineering as she was the previous two times.

"I'm sorry, they broke the law and made mistakes. Even if you come to me for help, I can't save them."

Zhou Xingniang begged for mercy excitedly: "Achen, Achen, you are the Duke of Zhenguo, even His Majesty has to give you face, you can definitely save them, as long as you go to His Majesty and find connections, you can definitely save them, Achen, I am your aunt, we are the only blood relationship in this world, you can't just stand by and watch them die, please help your uncle and brother, aunt, please."

Zhou Chen had a blank expression on his face. He was also very surprised when he first found out about his uncle and cousin. How could something like this happen before he even took any action?

Later, we asked someone to investigate and found out the whole story. After a little analysis, we understood what was going on.

It turned out that the person who took action was Lin Ruofu. It seemed that Lin Ruofu investigated Zhou Xingniang's family and his situation before deciding to take action against his uncle and cousin.

As for the reason, it was naturally because of the last incident. He helped Lin Ruofu solve a problem, so Lin Ruofu returned the favor and used this incident to repay him.

Zhou Chen couldn't help but sigh, no wonder he could become the prime minister, look at what he did, he didn't even need him to do anything, he had almost done everything from beginning to end, he even left room for him, and finally his attitude would determine the final result.

He was naturally satisfied. He had originally planned to teach the Gong family a lesson after sending Zhan Pianpian away, because during the time they came to Kyoto, they really used his name to do a lot of things behind the scenes.

Now that he hadn't taken any action yet, Lin Ruofu had helped him solve the problem, so of course he was satisfied.

"Aunt, go back. The country has its own laws. They broke the law and should be punished. I can't help you. Tong Quan, send Aunt back."

Zhou Xingniang was naturally unwilling, and she struggled frantically: "Achen, Achen, I am your aunt, you can't ignore us, Achen, please save your uncle and Yuaner..., Achen, you are a conscienceless little beast, you..."

"Crack, snap."

Two crisp slaps silenced Zhou Xingniang's angry curses.

A few days later, Li Yunrui was ordered to leave Kyoto and return to his fiefdom.

At the same time, Zhou Chen also arranged everything in the mansion and prepared to set off for Northern Qi. He had promised Zhan Pianpian that he would propose marriage, which was naturally not empty talk.

Zhou Chen left Kyoto suddenly. Before leaving, he only left a letter for Emperor Qing. When Emperor Qing saw the letter, Zhou Chen had already left Kyoto.

When Emperor Qing saw the letter Zhou Chen left, saying that he was going to the capital of Northern Qi to propose marriage, he was so angry that he broke the arrowheads he had sharpened.

"No respect for the law, no respect for the king..."