All the audience members were shocked by Jiang Yuan's words.
During the Tang Dynasty, there were more than ten literary masters, which was beyond everyone's imagination.
Moreover, Jiang Yuan's words did not seem to be nonsense.
When Nalan Mu Yun heard this, he revealed a cold smile and said,""What a big tone. You still dare to fabricate the poem immortal and poem saint!”
One had to know that even Nalan Rongruo, who was famous for her sorrowful poems, was not called a Poet Saint!
Just the word 'Saint' alone had a lot of details.
Moreover, Jiang Yuan actually said that there was an immortal poet in the Tang Dynasty!
Then what about his ancestor Nalan Rong Ruo's title as the Immortal Poet?
Wasn't this intentionally humiliating his ancestors?
Instantly, Nalan Mu Yun, who was seething with rage, sneered,""A history professor dares to boast and confer the title of Poet Sage?”
"Nalan Rongruo's title of Immortal Poet has been passed down since the Aisin Gioro Dynasty.”
"It's not something that some people can compare to.”
Nalan Muyun's words fell into the live broadcast room, causing many netizens who loved poetry and culture to ridicule and curse Jiang Yuandi.
"Yes! Only Nalan Rongruo is the Immortal Poet!"
"Nalan Rongruo's poems are beautiful and tactful, graceful and pleasant. Only such a poet is worthy of the title of Poet Immortal.”
"That's right. I dare say that other than Nalan Rongruo, no one else dares to call themselves the Immortal Poet. Otherwise, it would be an insult to Nalan Shi!”
“……”
Some of Jiang Yuan's fans couldn't stand it anymore and sent out bullet comments to defend Jiang Yuan. However, they were scolded so badly that they didn't dare to speak up.
Jiang Yuan, who was on the podium, was still unaware of the scolding war between the fans of the two sides in the live broadcast room.
He glanced at the mocking expression on Professor Nalan's face and shook his head. His high-pitched voice came out of his mouth.
"Don't you see that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and flows into the sea without returning?
Haven't you seen the sad white hair in the mirror of the high hall? In the morning, it was like a black silk that turned into snow at dusk.
Life is full of joy, do not let the golden cup empty face the moon.
Heaven gave me talent, I will be useful, thousands of gold scattered to come back.
Cook sheep and slaughter cattle for fun, and drink three hundred cups at a time.
Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, pour wine, don't stop drinking…"
As Jiang Yuan's voice slowly sounded, the audience in the live broadcast room was instantly stunned.
Everyone felt as if they were one, and a majestic feeling came from their hearts.
Many people only felt a surge of excitement in their hearts, and an inexplicable sense of grandeur appeared in their hearts.
"What kind of ancient poem is this?”
"Could this poem be written by Jiang Yuan?”
"What's going on? Why do I feel that Jiang Yuan's poems have a kind of magic power? It's quite inspiring, especially when he said that the water of the Yellow River rises from the sky. It makes my blood boil."
“……”
At most, these netizens were passionate about ancient poetry and knew very little about the structure of the style.
Therefore, most of the netizens felt that Jiang Yuan's poem was very well written. It had a profound artistic conception and contained a heroic emotion.
However, it was difficult to understand the charm behind it.
As the president of the China Poetry Association, Nalan Muyun had been immersed in all kinds of ancient poems since he was young.
He was very familiar with the style of poetry.
When Nalan Mu Yun heard the first line of Jiang Yuan's recitation, his pupils suddenly widened, and his gaze revealed an expression of disbelief.
"This…this is an ancient style poem, a realistic poem!”
"This poem has a profound artistic conception. While revealing the darkness of politics, it also complains that the poet's talent is not recognized…"
The more he listened to Jiang Yuan read, the more shocked Nalan Mu Yun became.
Because this poem had already reached the level of a masterpiece.
Even for someone like him who loved classical poetry, it was difficult for him to write such a bold poem.
Jiang Yuan's voice was still ringing from the podium. His magnetic voice rippled through the camera in the live broadcast room.
It was as if she was telling him that she was unappreciated and that she was worried.
At the same time, it also narrated the darkness of politics and sang about it.
"Master, why are you saying that you don't have enough money?
A five-streaked horse and a fur coat worth thousands of gold. I'll go out and exchange it for good wine. I'll share with you the sorrow of eternity.”
Whoosh--
When Jiang Yuan finished reading the last sentence, Nalan Mu Yun, who was standing below the podium, suddenly stood up from his chair.
The last line,'Together with you, I'll dispel the eternal sorrow' caused the artistic conception of the entire poem to reach an extremely profound level.
It revealed the lofty and lofty character of the poet!
This was a classic poem that could be passed down forever!
Nalan Mu Yun's eyes widened, his heart filled with shock.
However, even the president of the Poetry Association, who had been immersed in classical poetry for many years, could not write such a magnificent poem.
As for Jiang Yuan, a history professor who had never come into contact with poetry and culture.
Suddenly, Nalan Mu Yun thought of a possibility. He immediately shouted out without giving up.
"This poem has a far-reaching artistic conception and is bold and heroic. Even I find it difficult to compose it.
A history professor like you can't possibly write such a heroic poem!”
"You must have copied it from a certain poem-writing senior!”
Seeing that this old fogey still didn't give up, Jiang Yuan laughed coldly in his heart.
Today, he wanted to let everyone know the charm of Tang Dynasty poetry!
The names and works of several poets had even spread abroad.
This caused the culture of the Tang Dynasty to gradually affect more than half of Asia.
" I didn't write it," Jiang Yuan admitted openly." Although I'm proficient in the history of various dynasties, I'm not good at poetry."”
The poem," Drinking Soon ", was written by Li Taibai, who was known as the Immortal Poet.
When everyone saw that Jiang Yuan admitted that the poem belonged to someone else, the live broadcast room was instantly filled with curses.
"This Jiang Yuan is too shameless. He actually plagiarized a senior's poem. He's simply the number one disgrace in the cultural world!”
"That's right. The poem that senior painstakingly wrote was stolen just like that!“
"It's all thanks to Professor Nalan. If it wasn't for Professor Nalan exposing Jiang Yuan, perhaps we wouldn't have known that Jiang Yuan copied this poem.”
“……”
The live broadcast audience kept cursing.
The media reporters were also shocked. Some of them had even thought of the headlines for tomorrow's news.
Shocking! A dignified history professor actually stole Senior Shi's poem!
Everyone was shocked! Jiang Yuan's fake poem was exposed in public!
【……】
Nalan Mu Yun thought that Jiang Yuan would quibble.
In the end, he did not expect Jiang Yuan to admit it openly.
Instantly, he was filled with joy.
He hurriedly took the opportunity to make things difficult.
"A dignified history professor actually plagiarized a senior's poem. He is simply a scum of the academic world!”
"This old man will definitely report to the relevant departments. A dignified professor actually did such a thing.”
Jiang Yuan could not help but shake his head when he saw Nalan Mu Yun's smug expression.
"This poem was written by my idol. He came from the Tang Dynasty 1,300 years ago!”
"Immortal Poet, Li Taibai!"
As soon as he finished speaking, it caused a huge commotion at the scene.
"What?! This poem came from the immortal poet of the Tang Dynasty?”
"I knew Professor Jiang Yuan wouldn't plagiarize a senior's poem. So it turns out that he's reciting an ancient poem from the Tang Dynasty!”
"No way. This is a top-notch poem that can be passed down through the ages.
Even Nalan Rongruo couldn't compare to it. Could it be that there really was a poet, Li Taibai, in the Tang Dynasty?”
"The artistic conception of this classical poem is very grand, and the style is different. I'm starting to look forward to Li Taibai.”
"Anticipation 1."
"Anticipation 10086"
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