After such a small episode, the classroom suddenly became quiet. Although the poor students led by Yang Xueyu were still muttering something to each other, their voices were already inaudible.

"We will continue to analyze the last poem today. The lyrics of this poem are Manjianghong, and the author is said to be Yue Fei." Su Muyan said, taking out chalk and writing on the blackboard. When the words Yue Fei were written, they added double quotes before and after.

Lin Nan is very familiar with Su Muyan's habit. Su Muyan's preference for literature, especially ancient literature, is almost paranoid, and he likes to ask questions about many things. For example, if the author of a certain poem is controversial, or the pronunciation of an ancient character is controversial, he will write it carefully, but he just mentions it in a minute and then talks according to the notes in the book.

"Actually, scholars have always had controversy about whether this poem was written by Yue Fei, but we usually regard his author as Yue Fei. Now, is there any classmate who is willing to recite it to everyone on my behalf?" When Su Muyan said this, Lin Nan suddenly raised his hand.

"Oh? OK, Lin Nan, come." Su Muyan looked at Lin Nan in surprise. It was almost half a month since school started. This was the first time he saw Lin Nan raise his hand on his own initiative.

Lin Nan put the book together, stood up, recalling the tone and verse that Su Muyan had read to everyone in his impression, and recited it with chant: "I was angry and rushed to the crown, and the rain stopped at the railing. I looked up at the sky and roared with a long roar, and my heart was fierce. Thirty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait, I turned my youth's head white, and I was so sad..."

Listening to Lin Nan's recitation, Su Muyan felt a little shock inexplicably. This tone and this grasp of bytes were surprisingly similar to himself, especially the breaking point where the rain was slumped and the looking at him was exactly the same as himself.

"...When I start over, clean up the old mountains and rivers and go to the sky!" Lin Nan's words were recited, and the whole class applause was thunderous.

"Okay, the recitation is very good, please sit down." Su Muyan dropped his hand slightly and signaled Lin Nan to sit down, then said to everyone: "It seems that Lin Nan must have previewed today's lesson, and his understanding of this poem is also quite good."

"Have you previewed?" After Lin Nan sat down, Tong Xiaoya next to him also looked at him in surprise.

"No." Lin Nan shook his head. He had learned something long ago, and he still used some previews.

Seeing that he refused to say it, Tong Xiaoya turned around and ignored him. It was just a good recitation, and it would not have changed Tong Xiaoya's usual view of him.

After Su Muyan's careful analysis, a forty-five-minute Chinese class passed quickly. Listening to the familiar music of the end of get out of class, Su Muyan finished writing the last few words on the blackboard, then closed the book, looked at everyone and said, "Well, let's go here today, everyone gets off school."

"Out of school?" Lin Nan heard this word and looked at the wall clock on the back wall again, and then he realized that it was already lunch break.

The people in the classroom walked out the door whizzingly. Su Muyan picked up a few chalk heads on the ground and threw them into the trash can while cleaning the podium. At this time, he found that someone seemed to be next to him, and then looked up.

"Huh? Lin Nan, why haven't you come home yet?"

"Sorry, Teacher Su, I'll apologize for the irrational incident that happened during class today." Lin Nanman looked at Su Muyan apologetically and said respectfully.

"Well, it's good that you know you're wrong. The teacher won't blame you anymore." Su Muyan smiled slightly, then turned around and wanted to leave.

"Hurry up Teacher Su." Lin Nan suddenly stopped her again.

"Huh?" Su Muyan looked at Lin Nan suspiciously. At this time, Lin Nan hurriedly said to the reason he had just remembered: "That... Teacher Su, you just said that Man Jianghong's author is not Yue Fei. This coincides with my idea, and I have a very reasonable argument to prove this."

"Oh?" Su Muyan became interested and hurriedly said, "Then tell me your evidence."

"Well, that's it." Lin Nan brought out the results of a well-known expert who later saw on the Hundred Schools Forum: "We all know now that the poem Man Jianghong first appeared in the "Legendary of Yue Wumu" compiled by Xu Jie in the 15th year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty. This book contains a large number of Yue Fei's works, but most of them are from the "Yue Wangjia Collection" compiled by Yue Fei's grandson Yue Ke. But strangely, this poem Man Jianghong is not among the books. Logically speaking, if such a grand lyric was really made by Yue Fei, his grandson would never not know it, and it would be impossible not to include it. Therefore, it can be seen that this poem Man Jianghong was mostly faked by later generations, but for the political needs of the time, he imposed a title of Yue Fei."

"Well, I know these too." Su Muyan looked at Lin Nan with a little disappointed look: "But it is a bit far-fetched to conclude that Man Jianghong is a fake based on these alone."

"That's right." Lin Nan nodded: "But I have more important evidence."

"Huh? What is it?" Su Muyan looked at him with a little more surprised.

Lin Nan enjoyed the baptism of the beautiful teacher's eyes, and slowly said: "I have read the fragment of the book "Jin Tuocui Bian", which has the first poem called "Manjianghong* and Zhu Yunzhe Shu Huai". The original poem is as follows: "I was angry and rushed to the crown. I thought I would be in my own ranks on that day. In fact, I was fighting in the south and north, and the army was fierce. A hundred miles of mountains and rivers returned to my control, and the soldiers were unified to rush the nest. Don't wait, I wasting my youth, and I was motivated by my ministers. I still had the shame of my ministers. When will the hatred of my ministers be destroyed? I drove a long cart to break the gates of Jincheng. I originally wanted to eat the meat of the barbarians, but I always had thirst and drink the blood of the Huns. I went with the king, and I still built my family and relieve my depression.

’This poem was collected by Yue Fei’s grandson Yue Ke. I think it was written by Yue Fei. If this is the case, the other poem Manjianghong would be very interesting. After all, there seems to be no need for Yue Fei to make two such similar poems. Moreover, in the current Manjianghong, Yue Fei set up a long cart and stepped on the Helan Mountain Que. However, Helan Mountain was in Xixia at that time, and Yue Fei was going to consider the Jin Kingdom that occupied the Northern Song Dynasty. There was no connection between the two. It can be seen that Yue Fei’s poem Manjianghong* and Zhu Yunzhe Shuhuai were written by the real Yue Fei, while the other poem Manjianghong was probably adapted from this poem by Ming people.”

Speaking of this, Lin Nan secretly looked at Su Muyan and found that she was immersed in endless thoughts at this time, and was immediately very proud.

"Well, what you said makes sense." Su Muyan thought for a long time, finally smiled slightly and looked at Lin Nan: "I didn't expect that you could study a poem so thoroughly, which made the teacher look at it with admiration."

"Hehe, it happened, it happened." Lin Nan smiled embarrassedly. It seemed that he had listened to the Baijia Forum a few times when he was playing the game, and there were really many benefits.

"Okay, it's getting late, so go home for dinner." Su Muyan nodded slightly, turned around and left again.

"Hurry up, Teacher Su." Lin Nan suddenly stopped her again.

"Hmm? What else is there?" Su Muyan raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

"I..." Lin Nan actually had nothing to do. He just came back from rebirth. Seeing that Su Muyan was too excited, he wanted to say a few more words to her. He sighed in his heart, and Lin Nan shook his head again and said, "Forget it, it's okay, goodbye Teacher Su."

"It's really okay?" Su Muyan looked at him in confusion.

"It's really okay." Lin Nan nodded.
Chapter completed!