Have you ever heard about that
the cliff of a snow mountain
once fascinated numerous people?
Legend has it that,
there were treasures at the peak
but also there was a bottomless chasm hidden over there.
The smart, the fool
and the kind people,
all are familiar to you.
On the mountainside, on the cliff,
on the cloud,
and in the human world,
snowflakes are drifting profusely and disorderly.
Joy of Life Season 1
Episode 27
The lines are exactly the same.
Even without the handwritten copy,
we can see the truth.
The latter four lines of the poem
depict a desolated
and frustrated life.
Without going through
ups and downs in life,
how could anyone ever depict such an artistic conception?
But Mr. Fan,
you're successful and famous at a young age.
How could you be so sad
and desolated?
When a young man tries to express sorrow,
he would normally go too far.
Your Majesty!
Fan Xian gains a reputation by deception.
He's utterly shameless.
By doing so,
he has disgraced
all the scholars of Nanqing.
I beg Your Majesty to
deprive him of his official title,
expel him from the capital city,
and never recruit him as an official again.
Mr. Guo.
Since I've disgraced
Nanqing,
why are you so happy?
Nonsense!
I'm just furious.
I feel ashamed to be your colleague.
When did you know that Master Zhuang
would argue about the truth on the Hall?
I just heard him of course.
Then why did you say with certainty that
I would be utterly discredited
the moment I arrived at
the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvest?
Either you're good at fortune-telling,
or you've hooked up with Master Zhuang
in advance!
Nonsense!
How could you use "hook up" to describe
my relationship with Master Zhuang?
Stop it!
At such a critical moment,
just forget about the choice of words.
Your Majesty,
my son doesn't get along with Fan Xian all the time.
Their dispute matters nothing.
What's important now
is Fan Xian's poem.
Since he copied other's work,
he should be severely punished,
or the public anger
won't be quelled.
Minister, good for you.
You pointed out the heart of the matter directly.
I just spoke my mind impartially.
Master Zhuang,
you're right.
I copied that poem from others.
He really copied from other's work!
How could he do that?!
He's dishonest.
I'm wrong about him.
Mr. Fan,
you're brave to admit your mistake.
After this, you're sure
to achieve great success in future.
Stop flattering me.
Master Zhuang,
I copied poem for myself,
and you copied poem for your teacher.
We're no different.
In fact,
you're not as frank as I am.
This poem
is written by Du Fu, the Saint of Poem,
who is also known as Shaoling Yelao.
It has nothing to do with your teacher.
Gaining fame for your teacher by deceiving the public,
Master Zhuang is really a role model of respecting teacher and honoring truth.
The Saint of Poem?
Which dynasty
was he from?
As the Saint of Poem,
did he go down in history?
We can't find him in historical records.
I see.
Because his poems
are from another world.
A world lasts for thousands of years
and is filled with splendid poems.
Is it the fairyland
existed in legends?
Feel free to laugh! Feel free to laugh!
It's definitely the fairyland
compared to your world.
Have you been there?
It's a picture scroll left from my dream,
a memory left in my head.
Your Excellency Fan,
you mean
you've travelled to the fairyland
and recited a poem in your dream.
Your Majesty,
what Fan Xian said
is utterly ridiculous.
By making up such an absurd story, he lied to Your Majesty.
Your Majesty, I beg you to punish him!
Master Zhuang,
has your teacher written a lot of poems?
My teacher has written many excellent poems.
Does he have many unpublished poems?
I've gone through all his works,
and that is the only poem
that remains unpublished.
Who told you I only recited one poem in my dream?
Give me paper.
Give me ink.
Mr. Fan,
if you want to compose poems,
I'd like to write them down for you.
You want to
improvise more poems
to prove that you saw them all
from the fairyland?
You don't know.
That memory
is literally carved
into my head.
Every word I saw
and every book I read,
I can remember them clearly
as if they're right in front of me.
Do you know what you're talking about?
I'm afraid he's so exasperated that
he starts to talk nonsense.
Don't you see the Yellow River pouring from heaven,
rushing to the sea, never to return?
Don't you see, in the hall the mirror is saddened by the grey hair?
Young and dark at dawn, but at dusk snowy!
Ah, let's enjoy ourselves while we can.
It's wrong to set goblets idle, in the glory of the moon.
I was created by Heaven, certainly not for nothing.
As for money, it scatters and gathers as money should.
When will there be no more 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 overbrimming river flowing east!
I do not know in the celestial sphere
what name this festive night goes by?
I want to fly home, riding the air,
but fear the ethereal cold up there.
The jade and crystal mansions are so high!
Dancing to my shadow,
I feel no longer the mortal tie.
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.
We wished to fly in heaven, two birds with the wings of one,
and to grow together on the earth, two branches of one tree.
On the road ahead surely will be friends dear and true.
Throughout the land is there anyone who knows not you?
My attic which last night in vernal wind did stand.
A few plum twigs at the corner of the wall
blossoming all alone, defying the cold!
Would you have me bow my head before mighty princes?
On war-torn land streams flow and mountains stand.
In vernal town grass and weeds are overgrown.
Though I am white-haired, still I'd sing and drink my fill.
Hating to part, hearing birds breaks our heart.
We can't fly wing to wing like a pair of phoenixes,
yet our hearts closely linked beat in harmony.
Here's my precious horse, here's my priceless fur.
Tell the boy to give them for the wine.
I want to fly home, riding the air,
but fear the ethereal cold up there.
Hear spring rain falling in a small mansion all night!
Till mountains crumble, streams run dry,
thunder rumbles in winter, snow falls in summer.
West of the Yangguan Pass you'll see no more of mine.
I do not know in the celestial sphere.
Men are born sentimental and emotional.
Myriad footpaths with no human traces shown.
For the long years,
to whom can I my grief convey?
Youth do not know real depression.
Time passes indifferently, turning people from young to old.
Revived even if she be, could she still know me?
Near a cottage a stream flows.
How panic-stricken I was retreating before the Tartars!
Being a captive, I lamented over my solitary confinement.
Who can avert his death since time immemorial?
Let my heart remain true to shine in the annals.
No ancients before me,
nor comers from behind.
Reflecting on the infinite heaven and earth,
Alone, in a sadness sublime, my tears come.
Is it over one hundred?
Mr. Fan, it's way over one hundred.
That'll be enough.
How could there be any fairyland in the world?
If not,
where do all these poems come from?
They must be written by himself!
Even if he writes them all,
even if he writes thousands of poems,
it can't prove that
he didn't copy that poem.
He can recite marvelous poems without thinking.
Why would he
copy other's work?
Why should he?
When it comes to explaining classic texts and annotating articles,
you win.
But when it comes to reciting poems,
I win.
For a literary giant,
I'm not qualified.
But for a man,
you're not qualified.
Since I am drunk and sleepy, you may go...
go to hell.
What's wrong, Master Zhuang?
-Master Zhuang! -Master Zhuang! -Master Zhuang!
Master Zhuang, wake up!
Get the imperial physician!
Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!
Come on. Put the sober soup on the table.
Put it here! Put it here! Right!
Plump the pillow
to make it soft.
He drank too much.
Make sure he won't get a stiff neck tomorrow.
The plan remains unchanged. Wait for me outside the palace walls.
Well.
You're so drunk.
Let's make it another day.
He's here! He's here!
Mr. Fan, the poetic genius, is here!
You're here! Hurry up!
Put him on the bed! Put him on the bed!
Be careful! Be careful!
Slow down!
Cover him up!
Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!
Be careful! Cover him up!
Thank you!
You may go back and rest.
Thank you!
I'll take care of my brother.
You may go back and rest.
There're a lot of servants here.
No need to bother you.
Save it!
Enough!
No need to make a fuss.
He's just drunk.
Do you know what your brother has done
in the imperial palace?
What?
He's a well-known poetic genius now.
His Majesty ordered
the imperial guards
to escort His Excellency Fan home.
His Majesty also asked us
to take good care of him.
Now,
he is the treasure of
Nanqing.
You really flatter him.
I mean it.
Your Excellency, you don't know.
Mr. Fan composed poems
out of drunkenness tonight.
Everyone in the Hall
was stunned and startled.
Many said in private that
he's really a poetic genius sent from heaven.
Look at your brother Fan Xian.
He's such a promising young man.
Look at you! You only want to sleep.
Just learn from your brother.
Isn't he also sleeping now?
He...
Ask them to leave.
You are different!
Get up!
It's late.
Go back and rest.
I'll take care of my bother.
No need to rest.
He's become a well-known genius.
We should take good care of him.
Make some midnight snacks in case that
he wants something to eat after waking up.
Come on!
Hurry up!
Enough!
Just leave.
Brother needs to rest.
Go! Go! Leave now!
Let him have a good rest.
Be quiet! Be quiet!
It's time to go.
Let your brother have a good rest.
Hurry up!
We should leave early.
Brother.
Brother, are you OK?
I'm fine.
Did Zhuang Mohan really spit blood?
Yes.
After tonight,
Fan Xian will be known as a poetic genius.
In this case,
Zhuang Mohan has made a lie to frame Fan Xian up.
His good reputation over seventy years
was ruined over one night.
He actually ruined his life
at such an old age.
Well, I'm also tired.
We'll talk tomorrow.
Haven't you taken the medicine?
It helps to vomit.
Ruoruo,
some people in the imperial court
have conspired with Zhuang Mohan.
What happened today is a setup.
Who might they be?
The Princess Royal and Guo Youzhi.
The Princess Royal?
Didn't she defend you
all the time in the Hall?
You're a smart girl.
How can you fall for her trick?
She is really insidious.
I'll sneak into the imperial palace tonight.
But brother, you're too drunk.
Because I'm drunk,
no one will suspect me.
Ruoruo,
guard the room for me.
Don't let anyone in.
I know.
As long as I'm alive,
no one can get in.
Your Excellency.
Wait here.
Uncle.
The plan remains unchanged.
We've got about half an hour.
I'll lure Hong Sixiang away,
and you shall sneak inside to get the key.
Wait!
What's wrong?
You'd better not betray your identity.
I stole the clothes and sword
from the mission of
Dongyi Town.
Yun Zhilan?
There're only a few Ninth Dan martial arts masters
in the capital city.
I want them to think that
the first apprentice of Si Gujian is the one
who sneaks into the imperial palace.
So you've got a plan.
I often sneaked into places
with your mom
back then.
I'm used to that.
Be careful yourself.
You may not be able to
stop Yan Xiaoyi's arrows.
The imperial harem is so big.
I may not run into him.
After writing down so many poems,
your hand must be sore.
Now that there's good news from our literary circles,
it's a happy event rarely seen.
Even if my hand would be broken for writing down the poems,
I still feel happy from the bottom of my heart.
Your Majesty, are you tired?
I just feel emotional.
Nanqing was founded with military forces.
When it comes to civil administration,
we're far behind compared to Beiqi.
The late emperor
was deeply concerned about it at heart.
God blesses Nanqing.
Now we have Mr. Fan, the poetic genius.
Poetic genius?
Or may be a lost genius?
But the poems
are really good.
But I'm wondering
whether he wrote them or not.
=Hong Sixiang, Head of Eunuchs of Nanqing=
Who are you?
Sorry, it's a mistake.
I've taken the wrong way.
Taking a wrong way to the imperial palace,
you must be the first one
in the world.
I have to work for my country.
Please forgive me.
I'll leave at once.
Lad, this is the imperial palace.
It's not up to you
to leave.
Front!
Back!
You're an apprentice of Si Gujian.
=Yan Xiaoyi, Director of Imperial Guards of Nanqing=
Director Yan, what's wrong?
Have you heard anything?
No.
Get me my bow.
Yes.
Judged from our experience in the Taiping Residence,
Yan Xiaoyi has exceptionally good hearing.
If you get close,
he'll notice whenever you go wrong.
When you enter the imperial palace,
don't run or jump.
Director Yan, is there anything wrong?
Nothing sounds strange.
The leopard cats kept by the imperial consorts
are really fat.
They might cause the sound
just now.
Keep patrolling.
Yes.
Another thing you should be cautious about.
Never go high.
That's right.
Besides his good hearing,
Yan Xiaoyi is an archer.
For archers, their eyes are the best.
If I go high,
thought it's late at night,
he might still see me.
Wang Qinian.
Your Excellency.
Get me the locksmith.
Just copy this key.
It's not a key.
There's no such key
or such lock in the world.
You're fooled?
Whatever it is,
can you make a copy?
Ingenious as it is,
it takes time.
Just make a general model.
No need to focus on the details.
Do it roughly?
Right. How long will it take?
Without paying attention to the details,
it'll take about fifteen minutes.
Wait a moment.
I need to pee. I need to pee.
Go ahead. Go ahead.
What're you staring at?
Let me tell you.
Just now, a weirdo
fell from here
to the ground.
The he stepped onto an umbrella
and flied away.
Then an old eunuch
flied through the air like an arrow.
Like an arrow.
Look, the floor tiles are broken.
This is the fake one.
And this is the real one.
Thank you.
Who said it's a key?
What lock can it open?
Stop asking so many questions.
Yes.
Your Excellency.
No need to follow me.
I'll put the fake one back.
After that, I'll go back myself.
OK.
Your Excellency, this is a top secret, right?
I trust you.
Well, how should we deal with the locksmith?
What do you mean?
Should we get rid of him?
We only asked him to make a key.
No need to kill him for that.
Give him a good pay
and send him out of the capital city tonight.
Ask him to stay outside for a while.
Are you testing me?
Your Excellency, you're bold
but soft-hearted.
Is that a good thing?
If you want to do great things,
you're too merciful.
But you'll make a good friend.
Your Excellency, there's one more thing.
Go ahead.
Since you want to give him a good pay,
you should give me the money.
Where can I get money
for you late at night?
Pay it for me now.
Your Excellency,
can you write me
a loan receipt
so that I can
gain some interests.
Fuck off!
Your Excellency, please be careful.
Everything goes on smoothly this time.
After putting back the fake key,
we can complete the mission successfully.
I just hope there will be no accident.
Avoid trouble
and don't raise new issues.
You should be fine.
The Princess Royal is waiting for you inside.
Your Highness.
If love between both sides can last for aye,
why need they stay together night and day?
Love is depicted so well that it almost makes me heartbroken.
Take a seat.
I had copied some of Fan Xian's poems
on the banquet.
Even now,
those poems seem marvelous.
What do you think?
Indeed.
The poems are amazing.
Can there really be a fairyland
in the world?
Fairyland is purely imaginary.
I actually think
these poems
are written by Mr. Fan himself.
Writing hundreds of excellent poems without a break,
it's beyond common sense.
Is he really a genius
descended from heaven?
If he's a genius descended from heaven,
then he's definitely
a poetic genius.
I summoned you tonight
to ask you something.
You promised me to
humiliate Fan Xian
and ruin his name on the banquet.
Have you lived up to your word?
I framed Fan Xian up today
at the cost of my good reputation.
Though I've lost,
I'm utterly convinced.
But there's one thing I don't understand.
Your Highness didn't tell me in advance that
Fan Xian is a poetic genius,
or I wouldn't have made
a fool of myself.
I didn't expect that
he's so genius.
That's fine.
You lost. How can it be fine?
Luckily he wrote
over one hundred poems overnight.
Otherwise,
the world
would be misled by me
and think him as
a shameless person
who copied other's work.
He's unharmed,
but your reputation is completely ruined.
That's better than
feeling guilty all my life.
You're relieved. What about me?
Thanks to me, you caught Yan Bingyun
to exchange Xiao En back to Beiqi.
In the world, how many people know
the vicious villain Xiao En
is actually the younger brother of
the literary giant Zhuang Mohan?
I helped you and Beiqi
in defiance of world opinions.
I did you such a big favor,
only to be told that
you are relieved.
If I were not trapped by family affection,
how would I come to Nanqing
and fall into your trap?
Go back
and tell that little emperor of yours.
He owes me.
He'll have to pay me back in future.
I'm confused about one thing.
Young and talented
as Fan Xian is,
he will be the pillar of Nanqing
in future.
Your Highness,
why do you have to kill him?
You even gave away
the secret agent of your Investigator's Office!
Yan Bingyun did suffer a little,
but he's still alive.
As to why I have to
kill Fan Xian,
I just love to see him
helpless.
There's an assassin!
Did it miss?
The arrowhead is broken,
and there are scraps of clothes.
He must be shot.
There's no blood.
Is he unharmed?
Whoever shot by me must be injured.
Split up and search for him carefully.
Yes.
In the river of history,
time goes round and round.
Memories about the former and present lives
join each other in an endless way.
In the long drunken Milky Way,
one season follows another in a flash,
and the wild geese are flying south.
I just can't give up
to be with you for my whole life.
I have been hovering in the dreams for hundreds and thousands of times.
I can't even say a word when I watch the flowers falling.
Year after year in the wandering,
I count the remaining years.
Even though we can't meet each other anymore,
even though we have ended up the destiny,
I never feel regretful.
In such a chaotic world,
I still miss you as ever.
I can't fall asleep under the moon.
With a gentle heart,
I cherish our remaining years.
Even though we have to go through
all the hardships along the journey,
you always stay by my side,
watching the falling flowers, speechlessly.
Year after year in the wandering,
I count the remaining years.
Even though we can't meet each other anymore,
even though we end up the destiny,
I never feel regretful.
In such a chaotic world,
I still miss you as ever.
I can't fall asleep under the moon.
With a gentle heart,
I cherish our remaining years.
Even though we have to go through
all the hardships along the journey,
you always stay by my side...