【English Sub】庆余年 27 | Joy of life 27（主演：张若昀，李沁，陈道明，李小冉，吴刚，肖战，辛芷蕾，郭麒麟，宋轶）
These are the the four sentences. In fact, we can see a clue even without this paper. The last four sentences of the poem contain such a bleak and cold meaning that without experiencing remarkable ups and downs in life one could impossibly write that down. However, Mr. Fan, you are still at young age,
How could you have such a dreary mood? Young people tend to express their depression. But you’ve gone beyond the limit. Your Majesty. Your Majesty. Fan Xian won his fame by deceiving the public. What a shame. Such behavior really brings shame to the scholars in our country. I beg Your Majesty
To discharge this thief from his position and expel him from the capital. And never hire him again. Mr. Guo. Now that I’ve brought shame to our country, why are you so happy? Bullshit. I’m outraged. I’m ashamed to be with you. You’ve been informed that
Mr. Zhuang is going to give a speech at the banquet. I’ve never been informed. Then why did Mr. Guo say that I would be ruined today when I just arrived here? Whether you could foresee the future, or you and Mr. Zhuang have colluded earlier? Nonsense. Can the word collude be used here? Enough.
At this point you still care about the word he use? Your Majesty. The relationship between my son and Fan Xian is always bad. A dispute between them wouldn’t make a big influence. Now the key question is Fan Xian’s poem. If it’s a fake one, he should be punished severely. Otherwise,
It’s hard to quell the public anger. No wonder you are the Minister. You talk right on the point. Just to keep fair. Mr. Zhuang. You’re right. I did copy. It’s really a copy. Mr. Fan. Confession is a kind of braveness. Mr. Fan will become a great master after this. Stop praising me.
Mr. Zhuang. I copied poems for myself. You copied poems for your teacher. We are the same. Furthermore, you’re not as straightforward as I am. This poem was written by the Sage Poet Du Fu. It has nothing to do with your teacher. Mr. Zhuang deceived the world to win fame for your master.
Such a model of respecting teacher. Sage Poet? When and where did this poet come from? Since he is Sage Poet, did he have a niche in the history? He’s not in the history. That’s it. Because his poems belong to another world. A world with many great poets and masterpieces. Is it
The so-called fairyland? Laugh out as you want. Compared with this place, it’s definitely fairyland. Have you ever been there? It’s a picture left in my dream. It’s my remaining memory. Mr. Fan. You mean when you were traveling in your dream, you also recited a poem? Your Majesty.
What Fan Xian said is too weird and absurd. Such sophistry is a deceit to you. Please punish him, Your Majesty. Mr. Zhuang. Does your teacher write many poems? There are many poems written by my master. Are there many unknown ones? Reviewing the history, the only unknown one is the one you copied from.
Who said I only recited one poet in my dream? Give me paper and ink. Mr. Fan. If you’re going to make a poem, I dare to transcribe for you. Does Mr. Fan want to make some poems right now to confirm that they were all in the fairyland in your dream?
You have no idea. Those memories are engraved in my mind like using a knife. Every word I’ve read and every book I’ve read, I can remember exactly. Do you know what you’re talking about? I’m afraid he is going crazy. Now he is raving.
Do you not see the Yellow River come from the sky, Rushing into the sea and never come back? Do you not see the mirrors bright in chambers high, Grieve over your snow-white hair though once it was silk-black? When hopes are won, oh! drink your fill in high delight,
And never leave your wine-cup empty in moonlight! Heaven has made us talents, we’re not made in vain. A thousand gold coins spent, more will turn up again. When will there be no more autumn moon and spring flowers? For me who had so many memorable hours?
If you ask me how much my sorrow has increased, Just see the over brimming river flowing east. I don’t know what season it would be in the heavens on this night. I’d like to ride the wind to fly home. Yet I fear the crystal and jade mansions
Are much too high and cold for me. Dancing with my moon-lit shadow, It does not seem like the human world. Though drunk, we lit the lamp to see the glaive. Sober, we heard the horns from tent to tent. Under the flags, beef grilled was eaten by our warriors brave.
And martial airs were played by fifty instruments. It was an autumn maneuver in the field. To fly together in the sky, two birds on the same wing. To grow together on the earth, two branches of one tree. Fear not you’ve no admirers as you go along!
There is no connoisseur on earth but loves your song. My attic which last night in vernal wind did stand. Winter sweet by the wall, Bloom against the freezing wind all alone. How can I gravely bow and scrape to men of high ranks. On war-torn land streams flow and mountains stand.
In vernal town grass and weeds are overgrown. To binge in the daytime while singing. Hating to part, hearing birds breaks our heat. For bodies no fluttering side by side of splendid phoenix wings. For hearts the one minute thread from root to tip of the magic horn.
The fur coat worth a thousand coins of gold and flower-dappled horse may both be sold to buy good wine. I’d like to ride the wind to fly home. Yet I fear the crystal and jade mansions. Listen to spring rain in the small building all night.
Only if the mountains will go down, the Long River will die. Only if thunders come in winter, snow fall in summer. West out without a man. I don’t know in the heavens. Human beings is born with the sentiment of farewell. Ten thousand miles with no trace of man.
For the long years the living of the dead knows nought. To whom can I my grief convey? Young people don’t know what it’s like to be sad. Time only makes us old. Even if we meet, we don’t know each other. Creek, farmhouse. For the perils on Perilous Beach I have sighs.
On Lonely Ocean now I feel dreary and lonely. Since olden days there’s never been a man but dies. I’d leave a loyalist’s name in history only. No ancients before me. No newcomers from behind. Reflecting on the infinite of heaven and earth. Alone, in a sadness sublime and tears come. Over 100 poems?
Mr. Fan. Already over 100 at a earlier time. That’s it. There is no fairyland in the world. If there is no fairyland where do these verses come from? It must have been written by him. Even if he wrote all these poems himself, and even if he wrote thousands of poems,
It can’t prove that he didn’t copy that first one. Whatever he recited is a famous verse for ages. Why should such a person copy? And how can he copy? Speaking of interpreting words, I’m not so good as you. When it comes to reciting poems, you’re not so good as me.
To be a great writer, I can’t. To be a man, you can’t. I’m drunk and going to sleep. Go fxxk yourself. What’s the matter, Mr. Zhuang What’s the matter, sir. Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Zhuang. Mr. Zhuang, wake up. Find the doctor. Hurry. Come. Put the sobering up soup on the table.
Put it here. Put it here. Right. Go get that pillow and make it soft. He drank so much. Be careful not to get a stiff neck. Stick to the plan. Wait outside the palace wall. Well… You are drunk like this today. Let’s do it another day. Here. Here. Here comes the Poet-God.
Come on. Hurry. To the bed. Be careful. Slow down. Cover him. Quickly. Cover carefully. Thank you so much. Get a rest. I’ll take care of my brother. You can go back to rest. There are so many servants here. You don’t need to do it yourself. That’s too much. Enough. What a fuss.
Who hasn’t been drunk. Do you know what your brother did in the palace? What? Being a god. Your Majesty gave the order himself. He asked the palace guard to escort Lord Fan back to the mansion. Your Majesty also asked to take good care of him. This gentleman
Is now a treasure in our Qing Kingdom. You are exaggerating. No, it’s not. You don’t know, my lord. Young lord Fan wrote poems drunken tonight. He really shocked and surprised the people in the hall. A lot of people say that he is really a Poem-God. Look at your brother Fanxian.
How promising he is. You only know to sleep. You should learn from your brother. He is sleeping too! He… Let them out. How can you compare to him? Still sleeping. It’s getting late. Why don’t you get a rest? I’ll take care of him. What should we get rest?
He is god now. We need to take good care of him. Make some snacks. In case he wakes up and wants to eat. Go. Hurry. Enough. Leave. My brother is going to rest. Let’s go. Let’s go. Let him have a good rest. Easy. Easy. Time to go.
Let your brother have a good rest. Let’s go. We should’ve left. Brother. Brother, are you okay? Don’t worry. Zhuang Mohan really spitted blood? Yes. After tonight, Fan Xian is Poet-God. Thus it can be seen Zhuang Mohan really was lying and framing. Master Zhuang has lost his whole reputation and fame of seventy years.
He is already old and his life get ruined. Fine, I’m tired. Let’s talk about it tomorrow. You have taken the medicine. Take the medicine just to spit it out. Ruoruo. Some courtiers collude with Zhuang Mohan. It’s been prepared for a long time Who is it? Chief Princess. Guo Youzhi. Chief Princess?
Isn’t she always speaking for you at the banquet? You’re so smart. Can’t you see it? This woman is so insidious. I’m going to the palace tonight. But you’ve been like this. That’s why no one will suspect me. Ruoruo. You keep this room for me. Don’t let anyone in. I know.
As long as I’m breathing, no one can get in. My lord. Wait here. Uncle. As I said before Within an hour, I’ll lead Hong Sixiang and you sneak into the palace, get the key. Wait. What? You’d better not be seen. My clothes and sword are all stolen from the mission from Dongyi City.
Yun Zhilan? There are only a few nine-level masters in the capital. I just want them to know that the one sneaks into the palace is the first disciple of Si Gujian. You’ve already thought about it. When I served your mother in the past, we often did things like this. I’m used to it.
You have to be careful. You may not be able to evade Yan Xiaoyi’s arrow. In such a huge palace, we might not meet. Have written down so many poems, you must be tired. What I wrote is our country’s pride, It’s a once-in-a-lifetime event. Even if I break my hand,
I would only be happy. Your Majesty, are you tired? Just have some thoughts. Our country is based on solid military force. we are far inferior to Qi. Speaking of culture, This is what the late Emperor had always worried about. God blesses our country. A god of poet, Fan Xian, shows up.
The God of poetry? I think he is god of alcohol. These poems are truly masterpieces. But I’ve kept wondering are these poem written by him? Who are you? Sorry for the misunderstanding. I took the wrong road. The wrong way to the palace? You are the first person who did that.
It’s a necessity for my country. Excuse me, elder. I’ll leave now. This is the palace, son. You can’t just leave whenever you like. Looking forward. Looking back. You are taught by Si Gujian. Commander Yan, what’s up? Did you hear anything just now? Not at all. Take my bow. Yes.
Considering what we’ve been through in the Taiping Yard, Yan Xiaoyi’s auditory sense is beyond the ordinary. When you get close, any sound might alert him. Do not walk fast after entering the palace. Avoid jumping. Commander Yan, anything wrong? No abnormal sound. The ladies in the palace raise civets. They’re incredibly fat.
Maybe the sound just now was caused by them. You keep patrolling. Yes. There’s another thing that you need to prevent. Can’t walk high. Exactly. Except his auditory sense, Yan Xiaoyi is an archer. He has good eyes. If I go up the roof, even though it is late at night,
I might not hide from his eyes. Wang Qinian. Sir. Find a locksmith. Just copy this key. This is not a key. There is no such key in the world. There’s no such lock. You were fooled? No need to care what it is. Can you do it? This key is really amazing.
It takes time. Just a rough model, no need to be perfect matched. Roughly? How long does it take if you make roughly? If it doesn’t require details, Ten minutes. Wait a second. Natural call. Go. What are you looking at? Let me tell you. There was a freak just now. From here.
Hit the ground. Stepped on the umbrella and then flew away. And then there’s an old eunuch. Flew through the air. Swish. Swish. Look, the floor tiles are all broken. This is the fake one. This is the real one. Thank you very much. Who says it’s a key? What kind of lock to open?
Don’t ask so much. Yes. Lord. You don’t have to follow. I’ll send it back myself. And go back on my own. Okay. Sir, this is a top secret. I can trust you. No, I mean, what to do with the locksmith? What do you want to say?
Do you want to get rid of him? Just make a key. Why need to do that? Heavy reward. Send him out of the capital this night. Tell him not to come back in recent time. You’re testing me. Although you are brave, you are soft hearted. Good or bad? If we do something important,
You are not cruel enough. But it’s just good to be a friend. My lord, there is one more thing. Speak. Since we need to pay a lot of money, please give me the money. Where do get the money at this time? You pay him firstly.
My lord, do you mind writing me a note? Give me some profits. Let me make some money. Get away. Take care, my lord. My Lord, it’s going well this time. Put the fake key back and it’s done. Hope nothing goes wrong. Hide from accidents. Don’t cause any trouble. Then you should be safe.
Chief Princess is waiting for you. Chief Princess. If love between both sides can last for age, why need they stay together night and day? It’s heartbreaking to write love like this. Have a seat. I asked someone to transcribe some poems written by Fan Xian at the banquet. Having read them before,
I still find them masterpieces. What do you think, sir? Yes. Good poems. Brilliant. Is there really a fairyland in the world? The theory of fairyland is illusory. I think these poems are written by Mr. Fan himself. Hundreds of verses in one breath. Can this be done by a human?
Is he really a god? If he is a god in disguise, then he is god of poetry. It’s none other than Mr. Fan Xian. I invited you to come tonight to ask you something. You promised me to embarrass him and ruined his reputation. at the banquet tonight. Did you achieve it?
Today, I framed Fan Xian with reputation and fame in my whole life. But I’m sincerely convinced by such a great person. But there’s one thing I don’t understand. You haven’t mentioned it before, my lady, Fan Xian is a great poet. Otherwise, I would not choose to insult myself. I didn’t expect that
This kid is so surprising. That’s good. What’s good about failure? Fortunately, within one night, he wrote a hundred poems. If he didn’t all the people would be convinced that he is a shameless person who steal poems from others. He is safe now. But your reputation is ruined.
It’s better than a lifetime of guilt. You’re in peace. What about me? I sold Yan Bingyun out to you. In exchange Xiao En go to northern Qi. How many people in the world know Xiao En, the murderous devil, is actually the brother of the literary master Zhou Mohan. Despite the condemnation
I did you and northern Qi such a great favor. Just to let you get peace in your heart? If I’m not trapped by family bond, how would I come to Qing Kingdom and fall into your net? Go back and tell your little emperor. He owes me a favor.
He needs to pay it back in the future. I don’t understand one thing. Talent like fan Xian, at this age, he should have been the pillar of Qing Kingdom. Why does Chief Princess want to kill him? And even betrayed your own spy in Overwatch Council. Although Yan Bingyun suffered a little,
He doesn’t need to worry about his life. As for the reason why I treated Fan Xian like this… I just enjoy seeing him desperate. There is an assassin. Maybe it missed him? Look The arrowhead is here. Along with some patches. He must be hit. There’s no blood. Maybe he didn’t get hurt.
Anyone hit by my arrow must get hurt. Split out and search carefully. Yes. Chinese TV Series Exclusive YouTube