I had a great time drinking, but I was very upset afterwards.??

Wang Ning'an only remembered that he had recited a lot of words, almost emptying all the things in his stomach.

No, no, just dreaming, just dreaming... Wang Ning'an comforted himself. He turned over and sat up, trying to find some tea, but he found a booklet on the table. Damn, why am I still dreaming?

With a sigh, Wang Ning'an lay on the bed. After a while, his eyes were straight, like a zombie, and he got out of the bed, trembling, and took the small notebook.

Turning back from the beginning, the more you look at Wang Ning'an's forehead, the more sweat beads were on his forehead. He turned to the end. He breathed a long sigh. It was fine. There was nothing taboo. Even the "Jingkang Shame" was changed to "Zhenyuan Shame". The facts proved that he was still awake at that time, which was normal.

But why can't you think about normal minds? Are you stupid? You are young and pretending to be deep or writing about poor Bai Sheng. What a joke? I took the bronze mirror and searched it for a quarter of an hour, but I couldn't find a single white head, not even a little white head.

Who would believe that it was written by himself? Isn’t this a joke?

Wang Ning'an felt that he should find some reason, even if it was far-fetched, at least he could justify himself, otherwise the spitting stars in the world would drown him... And from now on, you must remember that first, you cannot drink alcohol, second, you cannot be complacent!

I just started to do the court, slander the Liao Kingdom, and silently expanded the power of the Wang family, and also accepted so many good apprentices... There are so many things going smoothly, and God can't stand it. I insist that you fall into trouble. This is retribution!

Wang Ning'an was muttering and flipped through the second half of the booklet. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he was no longer afraid...

"Come, come."

Wang Ning'an shouted at the top of his throat, and Wang Ningze ran in with a teapot.

"Brother, are you thirsty?" Wang Ning'an poured water into the teacup. He didn't care about drinking water. He hurriedly asked, "Who sent it?"

"Is it Teacher Fan?"

"Food? That rice?"

"Fan Chunren!" Wang Ningze said: "He sent it in the morning, saying that his father had watched it for the middle of the night. He wanted to give it to you personally, but when he saw that you were sleeping too hard, he put the booklet on the table."

"It's Lao Fan!"

Wang Ning'an was shocked. He rushed to Fan Zhongyan's house and thanked the old man for his impulse... It turned out that Wang Ning'an showed off his talent yesterday. The first few were quite reserved, but later he was shocked. Fan Chunren took a lot of effort to write down everything he said, take it back, and show it to Fan Zhongyan.

"Dad, do you think Wang Erlang is powerful? He usually hides it deeply, but this time everyone is anxious and really asks something good! Look at which words are not the best among the best, and there are many other words that are unheard of. Go back and ask Erlang carefully and see how to sing it..."

Fan Chunren was full of admiration and spoke in a dry mouth, but the ugly expression of Lao Fan's face appeared.

"Dad, you are..."

Suddenly, Fan Zhongyan grabbed Fan Chunren's wrist and said sternly: "I ask you, did you see this with your own eyes? Is it written by Wang Ning'an?"

"Of course, we can all testify!"

Fan Zhongyan slowly let go of his hand. He grabbed the handwritten copy, looked at it, and pondered for a while.

"You go out!"

After killing his son, Lao Fan suddenly got up and walked around in the study irritably, cursing constantly!

"Uncle Ouyang Yong, you are a brainless person and have a lot of beards. Why do you still do such things? Are you not afraid of slaughtering and helping to grow and killing the next life!"

When Lao Fan saw something, he turned a blind eye to the young man, he decided that this thing was not written by Wang Ning'an. Who has this talent and is willing to be a gunman for Wang Ning'an?

No need to ask, it must be the drunken man Ouyang Xiu!

Someone is going to ask, is there any reason for Lao Fan to think so?

It’s true that Ouyang Xiu admires Wang Ning'an. Don’t look at the two of them often argue and quarrel with each other. Sometimes the Zuiweng was so angry that he almost fainted. Are they better than masters and apprentices? They are not friends, but friends.

It goes without saying how important Wang Ning'an has in the Six Arts Academy. Especially with his own wisdom, he has sacked the annual monies, which is even more amazing, and he has given two thumbs up...

But such a genius boy was born in the General's House and was surrounded by a group of martial artists. There was nothing at the moment, but if it lasted, Wang Ning'an would definitely not be accepted by Shilin... Of course, it is hard to say that the losses to Shilin are large or the losses to Wang Ning'an are large.

In short, Ouyang Xiu did not want to see Wang Ning'an part ways.

So he made such a move.

Leave the lyrics he wrote to Wang Ning'an and let him take them out at the right time, making him famous all over the world and gaining recognition from Shilin. It just so happened that Ouyang Xiu is good at writing, and poetry is not a strong point, and others will not doubt it... But you, a pig-brained person, don't think about it, can such a mature lyrics be written by a young man?

No matter how evil he is, those sad experiences and melancholy cannot be faked.

It is very harmful to people if you are trying to grow!

These are eight words that Lao Fan wants to give to Ouyang Xiu.

If I had told him in advance, Lao Fan would never have let Wang Ning'an talk nonsense, but the problem has already arisen, and nothing is useful, so I can only try my best to remedy it.

Fan Zhongyan thought about it and Wang Ning'an had written several books, including different characters, and some of them could be used to write lyrics, so Fan Zhongyan helped to annotate them.

He also wrote a preface, which means that Wang Ning'an once asked him for advice and made great progress after several months of experience. He also said that Wang Ning'an was quick-witted, good at writing, able to put himself in his shoes, and understand the mood of different people. For example, the term "Manjianghong" was written by Wang Ning'an for himself. Lao Fan had been in office for 30 years and traveled around the world, responding to thirty fame and dust, and clouds and moons, eight thousand miles of roads. He wanted to calm the Western Xia and subdue Yanyun, so he had the following sentences, and wanted to break through the Helan Mountain fog...

Fan Zhongyan worked hard for the middle of the night and finally couldn't fill in all the loopholes in the lyrics. The old husband immediately asked his son to copy two more copies, one for Wang Ning'an and the other for Ouyang Xiu.

Fan Zhongyan didn't say anything, that means you should reflect on yourself! How hard you do things in the future, don't always let me wipe your butt...

Fan Zhongyan thought it was so good. He thought to himself that I wouldn't write anything, and you can understand what's going on.

But Lao Fan didn't know that this thing was not written by Ouyang Xiu at all.

After Ouyang Xiu received the booklet, he was puzzled. Wang Ning'an had no lyrics except for "Linjiangxian", and he had not seen him have poetic talents in recent years. Why did he produce dozens of lyrics in one go?

And almost everyone is a fine product. In comparison, he is inferior to himself. Where did Wang Ning'an get his skills? Could it be that he was not a god-given?

Old Ouyang looked at it several times and suddenly slapped his thigh.

"Oh, I'm really confused. Isn't there Xianggong Fan and Xianggong Yan?"

Ouyang Xiu seemed to have gained a clue in an instant. Among these poems, the bold and unrestrained ones were definitely the work of Fan Zhongyan, and only he always sighed about Bai Sheng. As for the graceful ones, there is no need to ask, it must be written by Yan Shu.

Why do the two old husbands put their own things in Wang Ning'an's name?

Ouyang Xiu was also a mature and prodigy. The Song Dynasty was full of child prodigy. It is well known that there were real prodigy, but there were fake ones... Ouyang Xiu knew that although many aristocratic families were also very smart, those poems that were amazing and eye-catching might not have been written by them themselves.

In other words, many of them were helped by their elders and close relatives.

This is not difficult to understand. Which parent doesn’t expect their children to be successful and hopes to give them all the last ones to their children. Even in the future, isn’t there a young writer who has become famous by relying on the same means?

With this kind of thought, Ouyang Xiu understood more clearly after reading Fan Zhongyan’s preface and various introductions!

Haha, this is Lao Fan and Mr. Yan who want to promote Wang Ning'an!

Logically speaking, the little guy has both civil and military skills, but he is too famous in Shilin. No one knows him after leaving the Six Arts Academy.

It’s just that I’m confused, but I never thought about helping Wang Ning’an make a name for it. It’s so damn!

Since those two people have been snatched to the front, I will help you too!

Turning around, Ouyang Xiu was about to go into the palace to tell Zhao Zhen about the Han Book. To put it bluntly, he was just chatting with the emperor.

Ouyang Xiu was in love with Wang Ning'an's collection of poems and met Zhao Zhen. After chatting for a few casual words, Ouyang Xiu delivered the booklet to the emperor.

Zhao Zhen’s cultural cultivation is not at all doubted. When he sees these lyrics, his eyes lit up.

"What a wonderful thing, it's really the best. I'm afraid the Drunken Man can't do it, right?"

Ouyang Xiu smiled and said, "The old minister is not good at poetry. Although there are the contributions of Xianggong Yan and Xianggong Fan, Wang Erlang's talent is indeed extraordinary."

Zhao Zhen could also see that those words were a little strange when added to the fifteen-year-old boy, but when he thought of Fan Zhongyan and Yan Shu, he felt relieved. It was not surprising that he had written some famous works by those two people.

"Well, it's really good. I think I should print it immediately so that everyone in the world can see it. There is another young talent in my Song Dynasty!"

This time, with the emperor's affirmation, the two husbands, plus the endorsement of the literary leader, who dares to suspect Wang Ning'an's plagiarism? You ask them to tell me!

Ouyang Xiu's eyes lit up and he was about to go to An. However, Zhao Zhen thought and said, "Uncle Yong, the Liao Kingdom just sent a letter of state. They said that the Qingzhou alliance was reached and the two countries were a major event for the reign of martial arts and culture. The Liao Kingdom sent several warriors and a top scholar named Zhang Xiaojie. I heard that they were very talented and unlimited. I want to come to our Song Dynasty to discuss and exchange, what do you think?"

Ouyang Xiu laughed, "Your Majesty, this is more than anything else. It is obvious that the Liao Kingdom wants to regain its face and sent someone to provoke it."

"Yes, I think so too, but that Zhang Xiaojie is known as a young talent. In recent years, the old ministers in the court have withered, and the younger generation has not yet risen. You can't let Uncle Yong bully the children!"
Chapter completed!