After Zhao Qingya made a sound, many of the other people in the four seats exclaimed. As for those who were slow, there were also those who were quick to react in the neighbors immediately whispered to remind each other. In this way, they discussed reminding each other, and soon, everyone looked at Qiu Chuan with an extremely strange look.

How could there be "Dreamwalking in Tianmu's Song of Farewell" written by Qiu Chuan in ancient paintings of the Wei Dynasty?

Qiu Chuan could no longer maintain Gu Jing Wubo's expression. He stared at Yue Qianqiu fiercely, and his voice showed indescribable hatred and resentment: "Yue Qianqiu, you have ruined my reputation again and again!"

"Do you have a reputation?" Yue Qianqiu raised his eyebrows lazily and said in a tone that he was so angry that he would not lose his life, "Who are you? How can I find trouble for you? I told my brothers and friends to go outside to promote a poem. Who knew that someone who didn't know what to say would appear to claim that it was written by himself. For righteousness, people who always came from dog slaughterers, and those who were unfaithful were scholars. This may not be suitable for other scholars, but it is really suitable for you!"

"You..." Qiu Chuan couldn't breathe and almost choked to death.

Seeing this, Feng Kun felt pale, but he had already boarded the pirate ship, and it was too late to jump off the boat immediately. Therefore, with the last trace of luck, he forced himself to question: "Yue Jiulang, you have said you like martial arts and dislike literature, so why do you still promote any poem for no reason? Do you dare to say that you have a marriage with Qiu Chuan, so you deliberately ruin his reputation?"

"Who said I was for nothing? Of course I have a good reason."

Yue Qianqiu said while pointing to the horizontal scroll in Zhao Qingya's hand, then glanced at the square box in the tiger's head: "First, the song "Dreamwalking in the Tianmu Song of Farewell" was originally from this ancient painting; second, I was still in the pile of old papers of my grandfather He Mingxuan, and was planning to print it out to be used as a textbook for Wuying Pavilion. Not many people laughed at my Wuying Pavilion for having no background or teacher? Even if there is no background or teacher, there are ancient books that no one in Wuying Pavilion can match!"

Speaking of this, he stuffed the shaft head that he had just held in his hand into Zhao Qingya's empty other hand, then took the square box handed over by Hutou, gently bounced the lid, and smiled brighter on his face.

"If Mr. Qiu said that you wrote the song "Sleeping in the Sky" by Sleeping Farewell to the Sky, then I seem to have several other amazing poems from the author. Why would you better recite one or two more on the spot to open your eyes?"

Generally speaking, to create a person who does not exist in history today, then he must fake his life together. This is really thankless. However, the You Emperor in the late Wei Dynasty was so weird that he almost committed all the deaths of the tyrant kings in history. What is most shocking is that he once imitated Qin Shihuang to burn books and bury scholars!

The person who led the team to search and burn books and bury scholars was Qi Youran, who was suspected to be from the Maitreya Sect.

In the end, the tyrant monarch of the country killed many Confucian scholars who opposed him and burned a lot of books, so that the classics of the Wei Dynasty and the previous dynasty were destroyed, especially the royal and folk library library burned. By the end when the Wu Dynasty was founded, there were almost no few left of the Wei Dynasty's daily notes and records, and there were no shortage of those in the You Emperor's reign.

If there wasn't such a strange emperor, if there weren't a lot of gaps and shortcomings in the history of the late Wei Dynasty, Yue Qianqiu would never have thought that he would have created Li Du Yuanbai and others, and he would have planned to popularize 300 Tang poems... Oh, there are a lot of 300 poems, and he could not recite them thoroughly, but there would be absolutely no problem with thirty or fifty masterpieces handed down from generation to generation!

As for whether others subconsciously think that the guys who wrote history in this dynasty deliberately missed these celebrities, and the miscellaneous notes did not see these celebrities, is it also a deliberate omission of political suppression... Isn't that killing two birds with one stone? According to Mr. Yue, when the editor of the military history, there were a lot of people who were ugly in appearance, praised their ancestors, relatives and friends, and belittled their political enemies.

Therefore, he originally planned to create a few poets and literary masters who were born in the late years of the previous dynasty, who were "buried by aristocratic families", and then donated a batch of isolated books to Wuying Pavilion to deceive a gentleman who was fond of books and came to be a teacher!

Who told Qiu Chuan to run out and gild his face!

Seeing Qiu Chuan's face as if he was ashamed, seeing Yue Qianqiu's smile, everyone present stared at the box in Yue Qianqiu's hand, I felt that today's incident was incredible.

Min Zhiyuan, the censor who had despised the "Poem of Resentment" before, followed by, but supported the Inspector Min Zhiyuan, who invited Qiu Chuan to come, also felt his face burning, but he was about to speak to break the silence, but Yue Qianqiu spoke again.

"Of course, Mr. Qiu can say that the poems you wrote in the past may not be remembered now. Then I can remind you. Well, there is a poem "Drinking under the Moon" in this simple collection of poems I gave to the prime minister. I will start to think of it for you. A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise a glass to invite the bright moon and make three people face to face. There are ten sentences after that, can you remember?"

"There is also this song "Guanshan Yue". The bright moon emerges from the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ​​clouds. The wind blows thousands of miles, blowing across Yumen Pass. There are eight sentences at the end. Can you remember it?"

"There is also this song "Farewell in Xuanzhou". Those who abandon me will not stay yesterday. Those who disturb my heart will have more worries today. There are ten sentences in the next chapter. Can you remember it?"

"besides……"

Yue Qianqiu always read the first few lines of a poem, and then stopped it. After several times of this cycle, Qiu Chuan was disheartened by the tossing, wasn’t the other guests itchy? Most of the people who were summoned by Zhao Qingya to attend such literary gatherings were just a talented person. Who could stand a poem that sounded good to stop just as soon as it started?

Even Zhao Qingya himself wanted to strangle Yue Qianqiu, a bad boy who was insincere. Finally, he couldn't help but slapped the handrail hard. Seeing Yue Qianqiu finally shut up, Qiu Chuan drooped his shoulders, and lost all his energy, as if he would fall to the ground and faint in the next moment. He still didn't beat the dog in the water.

"Okay, Qiu Sheng thought he was behind closed doors and was a little confused. He also asked Director Feng to send him back." Seeing that Feng Kun, the head of the Ministry of Rites, opened his mouth wide, and finally had to stand up and drag Qiu Chuan, who was like a clay sculpture, out with a dejected look. Zhao Qingya was patient and waited until the person left the door, and immediately closed the scroll in his hand and looked at Yue Qianqiu with a bad expression.

"You actually gave me one gift and left one. You learned all the bad habits of keeping me indifferently! Why don't you bring me that box?"

"Here, I'll give it to the prime minister!" Yue Qianqiu smiled and sent the box with both hands. After seeing Zhao Qingya open it, he flipped through the collection of poems with fresh ink and ink inside. He then coughed lightly and said, "This is the collection of poems that Li Taibai, which has just been copied and has not had time to publish, only contains "Dreamwalking in Tianmu's Farewell" and the three poems I just read, and it's too late to have other ones."

After glanced at the four guests, he spread his hands and smiled: "As for the original, my grandfather planned to donate it to Wuying Pavilion. Because this book was scattered outside and was not properly preserved, my grandfather was asking experts to repair it. If you want to read the original, you have to wait."

"Who is Li Taibai you are talking about? Why have you never heard of it?"

Faced with Min Zhiyuan's questioning, Yue Qianqiu said calmly: "Li Bai, whose courtesy name is Taibai and his pseudonym Qinglian Jushi, is a person in the late Wei Dynasty. At that time, there was more than one Li Taibai who was buried and unknown? So Qiu Chuan was wrong just now, but only one sentence was said correctly. The biography of Wei Shiwenyuan really missed too many things."

"In the lonely book in Hemingxuan, there are other things in addition to Li Taibai's collection. Grandpa didn't have time to read them one by one. When I was a child, I remembered them in my heart. It was not until now that I confirmed that these poems were unknown, otherwise they would have been taken out long ago. But it's not too late now. Grandpa said that it would be just donated to Wuying Pavilion as a textbook!"

Speaking of this, Yue Qianqiu just smiled and bowed to Zhao Qingya: "Do you have the time to pick up your pen and write a preface for this collection of poems?"

Zhao Qingya didn't even have time to speak, and his eyes were only on the only four poems, and his mood was really complicated. But for him, compared to these four poems with distinctive and unique personal styles and truly one-of-a-kind poems, the life of Li Taibai, which sprinkled thousands of words in the last few pages of the book, was what he valued the most.

Only poetry but no life, how can a living person be restored?

After keeping a close eye on Zhao Qingya's eyes, Yue Qianqiu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He did not have the talent to be a fake writer, and he would become mute after he had finished all the poems in his stomach. So he initially planned to use these famous works that others certainly did not have, to counterfeit ancient books on a large scale, package Hemingxuan into a large library, and put gold on his grandfather's face. Now it has become like this by chance, and he himself did not expect it.

If Emperor You hadn't done anything wrong, how could he grafted a few people who had not existed these days into history? If someone hadn't planned to lock him up in the Imperial College, how could he have thought of launching a student-autonomous Wuying Pavilion, using these poems and essays as ancient books, while attracting teachers? If Qiu Chuan hadn't jumped out, how could this momentum be so successful?
Chapter completed!