I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 78 Naive Li Chengzong?

With Fan Xian falling drunk, the evening banquet at the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests came to an end.

Today's celebration banquet was originally prepared for the Honglu Temple and the Ministry of Rites. No one would have thought that it would eventually become Fan Xian's stage alone.

After tonight, Fan Xian's talent and fame will be known throughout the world.

Emperor Qing had already left with a smile, and Fan Xian was also carried out of the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests.

Princess Li Yunrui looked at Fan Xian being carried away with a very gloomy expression. She followed closely behind and left the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests with her personal female attendant.

She had made a lot of plans for tonight's events, and in her opinion, the plan was perfect. However, in the end, it was easily resolved by Fan Xian, which not only prevented her from carrying out her subsequent plans, but also made Fan Xian famous.

It is conceivable how famous Fan Xian will be after tonight. He will definitely be regarded as a literary leader by the scholars of Qing Kingdom. It will not be easy to deal with Fan Xian anymore.

After all, it's just like she said.

A literary master is, in some ways, more powerful than an emperor.

Li Yunrui was so angry that she shot herself in the foot. She was afraid that only by cutting Fan Xian into pieces could she calm her anger.

Then the prince looked at Li Chengzong who was treating Zhuang Mohan's injuries and smiled, saying hello before leaving. The second prince looked at the prince deeply, and also said hello to Li Chengzong before leaving.

As soon as the crown prince and the second son left, most of the officials of Qing Kingdom also left. At least the remaining small number and the officials of Northern Qi gathered around Zhuang Mohan's table, watching Li Chengzong treating Zhuang Mohan's injuries with a worried look on their faces.

After a long while, Zhuang Mohan woke up slowly.

Hearing the concerned questions from people around him, Zhuang Mohan's face was blank.

It can be seen that this literary master was driven mentally breakdown by Fan Xian today.

"Stop crowding around and let Mr. Zhuang be quiet for a while."

Li Chengzong's words brought Zhuang Mohan back to his senses. He stared blankly at Li Chengzong who was healing him, feeling somewhat regretful.

After listening to Li Chengzong's analysis that day, he actually felt that it made a lot of sense.

Under normal circumstances, Sean should have been released back to their Qi State, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that Li Chengzong might not know one thing.

That is, Sean holds the secret of the temple.

Therefore, Sean's situation cannot be viewed as normal.

This time he followed the Qi State delegation to the capital of Nanqing, representing not only himself but also the Qi State.

The reason why Qi wanted Sean was not only because Sean was the younger brother of this literary master, but more because Qi also wanted to find out the secrets of the temple from Sean.

There are not many people in the world who know the secret of the temple, only Ku He and Sean. However, Ku He is aloof from the world. Although he is a member of the royal family, in his heart, the temple is more respected. He will not tell others about the temple. In addition, because of his special status in Northern Qi and he is a martial arts master, no one dared to force him to answer. Therefore, only Sean knew the location of the temple.

Even their Qi State wanted to know the secret of the temple. Zhuang Mohan didn't believe that Nanqing would not want to know, so he felt that Emperor Qing would not easily let Sean return to Northern Qi as Li Chengzong said.

Compared to what the young man Li Chengzong said, he was more inclined to Li Yunrui's plan.

More importantly, he felt that by cooperating with Li Yunrui, it would not be a problem to deal with Fan Xian in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests.

He had already gambled his own reputation when he came to Qing Kingdom, exchanging his own name for his younger brother. He thought it was worth it and that people in the world would trust him more.

Unfortunately, Zhuang Mohan could never have imagined that Fan Xian was a cheater. Zhuang Mohan used what he thought was the safest way to exchange for the freedom of his brother Sean, but he didn't expect that his cleverness backfired and he was hit head-on by Fan Xian.

Feeling the warmth disappear from his body, Li Chengzong withdrew his hand. Zhuang Mohan stood up and bowed, thanking him: "Thank you, Third Prince."

"Mr. Zhuang, you're welcome."

Li Chengzong smiled and said, "Your physical injuries are easy to treat, but your heart injury will depend on you. Please don't let me take the blame."

Zhuang Mohan understood the first half of the sentence, but he really didn't understand the second half. He wondered, "Why would I let the Third Prince take the blame?"

"I have cured you now. If you cannot figure it out and die early, wouldn't you people of Northern Qi think that I did something wrong? I would be the one taking the blame."

Zhuang Mohan was stunned, then smiled and said, "Your Highness, what you said is very appropriate. But don't worry, I can figure it out. I can only blame myself for not having a righteous heart. Everything is my own fault."

Although his reputation was ruined and he was deeply shocked by Fan Xian, he did not feel any resentment towards Fan Xian. Instead, he was amazed by Fan Xian's talent. He believed that he had brought this upon himself. If his starting point was not to harm others, he would not have ended up like this.

Thinking of what Li Chengzong said a few days ago, Zhuang Mohan immediately said, "Third Prince, you should have known that Fan Xian is extremely talented, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have advised me a few days ago."

"Fan Xian must be talented, otherwise my father, who is such a shrewd man, would not have intended to let him take over the financial power of the inner treasury. You all underestimate him."

"Yes, we underestimated him. Today in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, he wrote hundreds of poems while drunk, each one a classic. Such talent is unparalleled in the world." Zhuang Mohan sighed. Compared with his previous state, he now seemed to have aged several years. His breath became weak and his eyes were full of confusion and regret.

He admired Fan Xian's talent and regretted his own mean behavior even more.

Seeing the decadent look on the face of the literary master who was considered the best in the world, Li Chengzong said, "In fact, in my opinion, talent is not important. After all, there are many good horses, but there are few good horse trainers. If there is no good horse trainer to discover him, even if Fan Xian is talented, he will hardly have the opportunity to show his talent. Today, Mr. Zhuang can be regarded as Fan Xian's good horse trainer."

Although Zhuang Mohan didn't understand the story of the thousand-mile horse and the horse trainer, he knew that Li Chengzong was trying to comfort him. He opened his mouth, but saw Li Chengzong pointing to the manuscript left on the table and changed the subject.

"However, I have to say that Mr. Zhuang's plan is full of loopholes. Not to mention the talent that Fan Xian showed today, just looking at this manuscript alone, any expert who comes to examine it will find that you are lying and framing me. You have been looking in the wrong direction from the beginning."

Zhuang Mohan shook his head: "No, the Third Prince is wrong. It's not that the direction is wrong, but that I shouldn't have framed him in the first place."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present changed their expressions.

Although he knew that Zhuang Mohan, a great literary figure, was framing Fan Xian, there was still a big difference between admitting it personally and not.

Compared to others whose faces turned ugly, puzzled, etc., Li Chengzong laughed.

"Mr. Zhuang, do you know how much of an impact it would have on you if you admitted in front of so many people that you had framed Fan Xian?"

Zhuang Mohan nodded slightly, "It's my fault in the first place. Even if thousands of people point fingers at me, it's what I should do."

"No one is without faults. A gentleman should change when he sees good things and correct his mistakes. If he does not correct his mistakes, it is said that his mistakes are internalized."

Li Chengzong said this casually and praised: "Mr. Zhuang is really open-minded. Nowadays, there are few people as open-minded as you in the world. You are worthy of being a great writer of your generation."

Zhuang Mohan thought about Li Chengzong's words carefully, then looked him up and down, and said with a sigh, "I never expected it, I really never expected that the Third Prince is also a hidden talent, and his talent is probably even better than Fan Xian's."

Li Chengzong said he was a little confused.

As a time traveler, even if he was a science student in his previous life, he is considered to have some literary talent in this world. But when it comes to comparing literature with Fan Xian, he still believes that he is far behind. How did this old man know that he is better than Fan Xian?
"Mr. Zhuang, you are not going crazy because of Fan Xian, are you?"

Zhuang Mohan shook his head: "Perhaps in terms of poetry, the Third Prince is not as good as Fan Xian, but in terms of scriptures, Fan Xian is probably not as good as the Third Prince."

In fact, in Zhuang Mohan's mind, poetry is a minor art after all, and the real literary path is still the scriptures. Li Chengzong's casual words can be regarded as the classics handed down from generation to generation. Can Fan Xian do it? He doesn't believe it. Of course, he will not deny Fan Xian's talent. After all, he has been writing poems all his life, but he can't compare to Fan Xian's casual poems. How can he look down on Fan Xian?

Except for Li Chengzong, everyone else was confused by Zhuang Mohan's words.

A more courageous official of the Qing Kingdom asked, "Third Prince, you only have one poem, The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix, have you ever written any scriptures?"

Li Chengzong said unhappily: "This prince is still confused now."

So, everyone present looked at Zhuang Mohan, hoping that Zhuang Mohan could give an explanation.

Zhuang Mohan repeated Li Chengzong's words, and then most of the officials of Northern Qi suddenly understood, while the officials of Qing were still confused.

This shows that there is still a big gap between the two countries in literature.

Li Chengzong also roughly knew why Zhuang Mohan said that, and said speechlessly: "Mr. Zhuang, it is biased to rely on just one sentence."

"What he said casually is the classic meaning handed down from generation to generation. It can be seen that the talent of the Third Prince is not inferior to Fan Xian. Moreover, the poem "The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix" written by the Third Prince is not inferior to Fan Xian's famous poem today."

"Whatever you think."

Li Chengzong was too lazy to explain and said calmly, "It's getting late. Mr. Zhuang is very nervous today. You should go back and rest early. You don't have to feel inferior to Fan Xian. After all, all his poems were copied. Let's go!"

"Wait a moment."

Zhuang Mohan stopped Li Chengzong and asked in surprise, "Why is the Third Prince so sure that Fan Xian copied the poem?"

"He said it himself."

Li Chengzong said as a matter of course: "Although I haven't had much contact with Fan Xian, he is still a very honest person. He said he copied it, so I believe him."

Zhuang Mohan: “…”

Northern Qi official: "..."

Qing official: "..."

Looking at Li Chengzong's departing back, everyone had a strange look on their face, and an idea came to their mind.

The Third Prince of Qing is so naive that he believes everything others say?!

(End of this chapter)