Daqing: Reborn Prince, intercepting Si Lili at the beginning

But this does not mean that his mistakes can be easily forgiven.

If this matter is not explained thoroughly today, the consequences Li Chengyuan mentioned are not alarmist.

Li Chengyuan knew very well that these people in the literary world had no bottom line.

Only a fool would believe that intellectuals have morals!

Even Zhuang Mohan, who has been honest all his life, would do evil on 917, let alone others.

Therefore, Li Chengyuan made up his mind that even if he made Zhuang Mohan vomit blood, he would still explain the matter clearly to him.

Li Chengyuan came to Zhuang Mohan, stared at him, and said word by word:

"Mr. Zhuang, you are a scholar, so I think there is something you should understand!

Don't do good deeds because they are small, and don't do evil deeds because they are small!

Once a person does something bad, his life will be ruined.

Especially for people of high moral character and prestige, they should be more careful in what they say and do.

Because when your status and position reaches a certain level, your every move will affect countless people in the world!

If you do something bad, there will be many people who will say, look, even Mr. Zhuang did something bad, let alone us?

This is the influence of fame!

Therefore, as the ancients said, if you can be successful, you can only take care of yourself; if you can be successful, you can help the world!

As scholars of our generation, what we should pursue is: to establish a mind for heaven and earth, to establish a mission for the people, to carry on the lost knowledge of the ancient sages, and to bring peace to the world for all generations.

If scholars do not use this to stick to their original intentions and motivate themselves.

Even if he is well-read and has left behind countless classic works, I still think he is just a sour-looking literati, not a scholar!

Mr. Zhuang, you used to be a scholar, respected by people all over the world. I don’t want to ruin your reputation before I die!

Admit your mistake!

"No one is perfect, so who can be without fault? If you can correct your mistakes, there is nothing better than that!"

Li Chengyuan's words sounded earnest by the end.

He sincerely didn't want this old man, who had devoted his whole life to studying, to lose his integrity in his later years.

He hoped his words would change his mind.

In fact, when Zhuang Mohan heard the four sentences "Establish a mind for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, inherit the unique knowledge of the past sages, and create peace for all generations", his face turned red with excitement.

An incomparable brilliance shone in his eyes, as if confirming the saying: If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening!

And when he heard Li Chengyuan say, "No one is perfect. Who can be without mistakes? It is the greatest virtue to correct one's mistakes," Li Chengyuan really saw regret in Zhuang Mohan's eyes!

He even felt that Zhuang Mohan would admit his mistake soon.

But unexpectedly, I don’t know if it was because Li Chengyuan stimulated Zhuang Mohan too much.

Zhuang Mohan opened his mouth and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then he fainted!

Seeing this, the corners of Li Chengyuan's mouth twitched violently.

At this moment, he really wanted to say a swear word.

"grass!".

Chapter 148: The two brothers compete in poetry again in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests! A hundred poems after a drinking contest!

"Mr. Zhuang fainted!!"

"Mr. Zhuang, wake up!"

"Go and call the doctor!"

Zhuang Mohan fainted, and the scene was instantly in chaos.

Upon seeing this, Emperor Qing stood up and was about to leave.

However, at this moment, Li Chengyuan suddenly shouted, "What are you arguing about? Go back and sit down!"

Li Chengyuan's prestige now even surpasses that of the crown prince.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the scene became quiet instantly.

Even Emperor Qing sat down again.

But Emperor Qing wanted to hear what else Li Chengyuan wanted to say!

After stopping everyone, Li Chengyuan bowed to Emperor Qing and said, "Your Majesty, please call the imperial physician!"

Emperor Qing did not reply, but turned to look at Eunuch Hou.

Eunuch Hou hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, I've sent someone to invite him!"

Emperor Qing nodded and looked at Li Chengyuan again.

Li Chengyuan bowed and said, "Your Majesty, Mr. Zhuang has fainted, but the matter of Fan Xian copying the poem remains unresolved. Please allow Fan Xian to prove his innocence!"

Upon hearing this, Emperor Qing asked curiously, "How do you plan to make him prove his innocence?"

Li Chengyuan turned his head and looked at Fan Xian, saying speechlessly, "Fan Xian, stop eating and come up and write a poem!"

"Oh!" Fan Xian responded, then put down his chopsticks and ran out with a smile.

After Fan Xian came out, Li Chengyuan said to Emperor Qing, "Your Majesty, the method of self-proving is very simple. Just have Fan Xian write a poem in public to prove his talent!"

"Writing a poem in public?" Guo Baokun, unable to contain himself, finally rushed out and shouted, "Your Highness, even if Fan Xian wrote a good poem in public, that doesn't prove that all his previous poems were plagiarized, right?"

"Who told you I can only write one poem?" Fan Xian sneered, then looked around and said loudly, "To be honest, I once dreamed of another world. That world was full of brilliant literature, and I remember the poems of that world very clearly!

Not to mention one poem, I can recite ten or a hundred of them!"

"Just keep bragging!" Guo Baokun said with a sneer.

Li Chengyuan was speechless and said, "Guo Baokun, can you write poetry?"

Guo Baokun hurriedly replied respectfully, "Your Highness, I can't write well!"

"Why are you butting in when the writing isn't going well?" Li Chengyuan scolded, then turned to Emperor Qing and said, "Your Majesty, I think it would be a bit difficult for Fan Xian to write poetry alone!"

As he spoke, Li Chengyuan turned to look at Fan Xian and said with a faint smile:

"Fan Xian, when you first came to Beijing, you had a poetry competition with me.

I didn't show up that time, so the win or loss doesn't count.

So I think we should take this opportunity to compete in poetry on the spot again.

Well, poetry cannot be written without wine, and only good wine can go with good poetry!

So, let's each drink a bowl of wine and write a poem.

Whoever fails to write a poem first or gets drunk first loses, how about that?

Upon hearing this, Fan Xian did not rush to agree, but said a little embarrassedly: "Your Highness, please think about it carefully. What I just said is true. I really have memorized a lot of poems in my mind.

You can’t beat me!”

Li Chengyuan laughed and said, "Don't brag, you have to beat me first!"

Li Chengyuan turned to Emperor Qing and said, "Your Majesty, is this a good idea?"

Emperor Qing also became interested and shouted, "Permission granted!"

The other ministers became excited again.

Everyone's face was flushed with excitement. There was actually something exciting to watch. Today was really the day!

Li Chengyuan laughed out loud, and said in a rather high-spirited voice: "Come here, bring some wine, writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone!"

"Your Highness!" Eunuch Hou, finally unable to contain himself, offered, "I, this old servant, am willing to write for Master Fan!"

Fan Xian smiled awkwardly.

He knew that his handwriting was not good enough.

Li Chengyuan laughed and said, "Don't just worry about Fan Xian! I can't write poetry even if I want to drink!"

"Cousin, I'll write for you!"

Wan'er, who had been very excited, couldn't wait to stand up.

Li Chengyuan smiled gently at Wan'er, then looked around and said, "She's not enough by herself, bring a few more people!"

"I am willing to write for Your Highness!" Xin Qiwu ran out in a flash.

Immediately afterwards, several more ministers volunteered.

Li Chengyuan did not refuse.

Emperor Qing didn't say anything, just had an expression of enjoying the show.

Soon, eunuchs helped prepare seven or eight sets of pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

Li Chengyuan and Fan Xian were given a large jar of wine each.

Li Chengyuan and Fan Xian sat opposite each other, each holding a bowl in his hand.

Wan'er, Eunuch Hou and several ministers all prepared their pens and ink and were ready to start writing at any time.

Seeing this, Li Chengyuan laughed out loud and said, "Then I'll go first!"

After saying that, Li Chengyuan scooped a bowl of wine from the jar and drank it all in one gulp.

Then, Li Chengyuan read aloud without stopping.

"Have you not seen! The water of the long river comes from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns!

Have you not seen!!! Looking in the mirror of the hall, I see my white hair, which was black in the morning and turned to white in the evening!

Life is full of joy, don't let the golden bottle face the moon!

I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back again after I have lost a lot of money!

...

I will call my son to exchange the five-colored horse and the fur worth thousands of gold for the fine wine, so that we can share the eternal sorrow together. "

After the poem was finished, everyone opened their mouths in shock!