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"Perhaps he was happy because there were so many talented men and beautiful women at this Prince Jing's poetry gathering!"
After a slight pause, Fan Xian gave a somewhat far-fetched reason.
Fan Ruoruo frowned slightly, pursed her lips helplessly, and then, without thinking much about it, took out a booklet and started reading.
"Ok?"
Fan Xian noticed this and asked with a curious expression:
"Ruoruo, what are you doing?"
Fan Ruoruo smiled calmly, not hiding anything, and replied directly:
"This booklet is full of poems, all written by Brother Qingfeng. I compiled them!"
"Many of these verses have never been published before, and they may be useful at today's poetry gathering."
Upon hearing this, Fan Xian was startled and pursed his lips, saying:
"Can I take a look?"
Fan Ruoruo nodded and handed the booklet to Fan Xian without thinking. She trusted her brother completely!
Fan Xian took the booklet and began to read it.
I don't know this, I was shocked when I saw it!
The booklet is filled with well-known and popular poems.
"The bright moon rises over the sea; we share this moment though we are far apart."
"To see a thousand miles further, climb one more story."
"I will climb to the summit and survey all the mountains below."
"Suddenly, like a spring breeze overnight, thousands of pear trees burst into bloom."
"Spring slumber is so sweet, I don't notice the dawn; everywhere I hear birds singing."
"How many times in a lifetime can one laugh heartily? When we meet over wine, we must get drunk."
"..."
After reading the booklet, Fan Xian was completely stunned and lost his composure.
"I rely on!"
"Chen Qingfeng, damn it, he actually copied so much?"
"They're not going to leave me a way out!"
Fan Xian felt numb and had a feeling of wanting to cry.
Just now, he was thinking of taking advantage of today's poetry gathering to show off his talent.
After all, what is poetry to others is just reciting poetry to him.
However, what Fan Xian never expected was...
My colleague Chen Qingfeng has actually copied so many poems.
Seeing Fan Xian's shocked expression, Fan Ruoruo assumed he was amazed by Chen Qingfeng's poetic talent.
"Brother, how are you?"
"Isn't Qingfeng-nii-san amazing?"
"Any few lines of poetry randomly picked from this booklet feel like they could be passed down through the ages!"
When she said this, Fan Ruoruo looked at her with admiration.
It's really hard to understand how Chen Qingfeng, at such a young age, could have such great poetic talent, it's like a poetic genius descended to earth.
Upon hearing what Fan Ruoruo said, Fan Xian was speechless with bitterness, his face turning pale and then purple.
It's impossible to tell Fan Ruoruo that Chen Qingfeng copied all these poems, is it?
"That bastard Chen Qingfeng."
"He's... walking someone else's path, leaving them with nowhere to walk!"
Fan Xian felt indignant, but also powerless.
Just then, the carriage arrived outside the Prince Jing's residence.
"Master, we are here."
Teng Zijing, who was rushing to catch the carriage, said to the people inside.
Fan Xian regained his senses and didn't have time to think about anything else. At this point, he could only take things one step at a time.
Next, Fan Ruoruo and Fan Xian got off the carriage, handed their name cards to the old steward, and then entered the Prince Jing's residence.
Upon arriving at the hall where the poetry gathering was being held, one found that quite a few people were already seated inside.
After taking his seat, Fan Xian began drinking alone in silence.
Just then, Fan Ruoruo was suddenly startled and involuntarily cried out:
"Brother Qingfeng!"
Having said that, Fan Ruoruo got up and rushed out.
"Ok?"
Fan Xian was slightly surprised and looked out.
Upon closer inspection, a man walked gracefully towards them, dressed in snow-white robes, seemingly untouched by the world.
His face was exceptionally handsome, with sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, thin, rosy lips, and deep, three-dimensional features.
When she walks, her steps are steady and powerful, yet elegant.
Who else could it be but Chen Qingfeng?
"Brother Qingfeng, you've come!"
Fan Ruoruo looked at Chen Qingfeng with delight.
Chen Qingfeng nodded, but before he could say anything, Fan Ruoruo said urgently:
"By the way, Brother Qingfeng, I'll take you to meet someone."
As she spoke, Fan Ruoruo led Chen Qingfeng to Fan Xian's place.
"He is my brother, Fan Xian."
"Brother, this is Qingfeng, the brother I often mentioned to you in my letters!"
Fan Ruoruo introduced with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Chen Qingfeng looked directly at Fan Xian.
At the same time, Fan Xian was also looking directly at Chen Qingfeng.
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Neither of them spoke first; their eyes met, as if in a confrontation.
After a long silence, Fan Xian smiled first and spoke:
"I had heard Sister Ruoruo mention Brother Chen before, and it is truly an honor to meet him today!"
"By the way, thank you for the pills, Brother Chen."
Upon hearing what Fan Xian said, Chen Qingfeng smiled calmly and said:
"It's just a pill, nothing to worry about."
After a brief exchange of two sentences, the two fell silent.
Fan Ruoruo noticed this and frowned slightly, feeling that there seemed to be something strange between Chen Qingfeng and Fan Xian.
Just then, more people arrived.
The visitor was none other than Guo Baokun, the son of Guo Youzhi, the Minister of Rites, accompanied by his protégés, including He Zongwei.
Upon entering, Guo Baokun immediately spotted Fan Xian.
Recalling what had happened at the Ishi Izakaya restaurant, his heart was filled with hatred.
"He's just an illegitimate child, yet he dares to hit my people."
"At today's poetry gathering, we must teach him a lesson and show him what true literary elegance and poetic talent are!"
After thinking it over, Guo Baokun and his men sat down on the other side.
Soon, Prince Jing's heir, Li Hongcheng, also arrived, and the poetry gathering began.
The scholars and literati present began to compose poems.
Midway through, Guo Baokun suddenly stood up and looked directly at Fan Xian:
"Young Master Fan!"
"Back when you were at Yishiju, didn't you emphasize the integrity of scholars?"
"Then, for the next round, how about you start, Young Master Fan?"
Upon hearing Guo Baokun's words, Fan Xian frowned suddenly, becoming somewhat wary.
.................
If it weren't for Chen Qingfeng, how could this little genius of reciting poems be afraid of a mere Guo Baokun?
But before that, Danruoruo took out a booklet filled with various famous quotes.
This put Fan Xian in a bit of a dilemma.
What if the poem I'm reciting is one that Chen Qingfeng has already publicly shared? Wouldn't that be incredibly embarrassing?
If he repeats this, his reputation will be ruined!
"Chen Qingfeng!"
"You...you're going to ruin me!"
Fan Xian felt a bitter taste in his mouth, but pretended to be calm and said: