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"I don't have that ability, so please go ahead!"
"Ha ha!"
Upon hearing Fan Xian's words, Guo Baokun burst into laughter, thinking Fan Xian was just a pretty face with no substance, and sneered:
“A few days ago, Brother Fan was talking big in Yishiju, looking down on all the talented people in the world.”
"Today, upon meeting again, you are reluctant to offer any guidance. It seems your standards are indeed extremely high."
Upon hearing this, everyone present immediately realized what was happening.
Knowing that there was already a grudge between Guo Baokun and Fan Xian, it was clear that Guo Baokun was using the poem to provoke them.
Seeing that Fan Xian remained unmoved, He Zongwei jumped out and sneered:
"Miss Fan's poetry and prose are renowned among the elites of the capital."
"Unexpectedly, the young master of the Fan family chose to remain silent, which was truly unexpected."
Guo Baokun gave a cold snort and continued:
"After all, he wasn't raised in the manor, so of course he has to be different from others."
As soon as Guo Baokun said those words, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became somewhat strange.
Seeing Guo Baokun humiliating her brother like this, Fan Ruoruo blushed with anger, and then looked at Chen Qingfeng standing to the side with resentment.
Chen Qingfeng remained unmoved.
At this moment, Fan Ruoruo suddenly boldly reached out and coquettishly took Chen Qingfeng's arm and shook it gently.
This scene was witnessed by Li Hongcheng, who was always watching Fan Ruoruo. He was immediately filled with endless sourness and jealousy.
Seeing Fan Ruoruo's reaction, Chen Qingfeng smiled helplessly.
It was also obvious that the reason Fan Xian dared not accept the challenge was probably because he was worried that the poem he was going to recite would overlap with the poems he had already published.
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“Since he is my brother, I should stand up for him.”
After a moment's thought, Chen Qingfeng made up his mind to stand up for Fan Xian.
He stood up, looked directly at Guo Baokun, and said with a smile:
"Writing poetry is meaningless; it's better to compose poems in response."
"Guo Baokun, if you have no objections, then I will recite poetry with Young Master Fan... Young Master Fan!"
Guo Baokun was taken aback upon hearing Chen Qingfeng's words.
Being in Kyoto, he naturally knew of Chen Qingfeng's reputation; Chen Qingfeng was an even more dissolute playboy than him.
Behind him is his ruthless adoptive father, Chen Pingping, the director of the Supervisory Council, who dotes on him immensely.
Although it's unclear why Chen Qingfeng would propose a poetry contest at this time.
But considering Chen Qingfeng's illustrious poetic talent, Guo Baokun immediately agreed.
He figured that if Fan Xian couldn't come up with a matching answer, or if his answer wasn't good, he would have his own ways to make him look bad!
"Since Brother Chen has made this suggestion, it is certainly the best thing to do."
Guo Baokun said with a smile, then glanced at Fan Xian and added, "Young Master Fan, it's up to you now! Don't mess it up!"
Chapter 52: Fan Xian: We're brothers! Emperor Qing can't see through Chen Qingfeng!
Fan Xian frowned slightly, ignoring Guo Baokun, and instead looked at Chen Qingfeng with a meaningful expression.
"He actually took the initiative to suggest that we recite poetry together?"
"What are you trying to do?"
"We're all time travelers, surely they don't want me to embarrass myself in public?"
"Or... is he going to help me?"
Suddenly, a thought popped into Fan Xian's mind.
He figured that Chen Qingfeng was more likely to come to his aid at this time.
Just as Fan Xian was lost in thought.
Chen Qingfeng smiled slightly and looked at him:
"Young Master Fan, if you have no objections, let's begin!"
As he said this, Chen Qingfeng gave Fan Xian a wink, seemingly unintentionally.
Then, feigning a thoughtful expression, he began to recite:
"The moonlight shines in front of the bed!"
Fan Xian was delighted to hear the poem Chen Qingfeng recited.
If he had only suspected that Chen Qingfeng was trying to help him, Fan Xian was now certain of his guess after Chen Qingfeng recited those lines of poetry.
Then, Fan Xian stood up and pretended to be deep in thought.
Soon, he recited a line:
"It's probably frost on the ground."
Seeing that Fan Xian understood his meaning, Chen Qingfeng didn't delay and continued composing poems:
"I raise my head and gaze at the bright moon!"
Fan Xian smiled slightly and then continued:
"I bow my head and think of my hometown!"
The two exchanged poems in a short time, and then composed a poem in the stillness of the night.
After finishing the poem, Chen Qingfeng feigned a slightly surprised expression and smiled at Fan Xian, saying:
"Young Master Fan, not bad!"
Fan Xian smiled calmly, looking at Guo Baokun who was still stunned in his seat, his eyes full of contempt and disdain.
At this moment, Guo Baokun was numb. He combined the poems the two had exchanged into one and kept muttering "197".
"There is bright moonlight in front of my bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon and lower my head to think about my hometown."
The poem that Chen Qingfeng and Fan Xian seemed to exchange offhand was genuine and flavorful, and the more you think about it, the more meaningful it becomes.
"how come?"
"How can a country bumpkin from Danzhou have such poetic talent?"
Guo Baokun muttered to himself, finding it hard to accept.
Meanwhile, everyone else present was also impressed by the poems the two exchanged, and they all praised them:
"What a poem!"
"The moonlight seeps into the bed, the desolate scene easily stirs up homesickness. The moonlight shines on the ground, seemingly white with frost. Raising my head and lowering my head, I see the same moon; how many emotions are contained in each glance?"
"The scene and the emotion are intertwined, sometimes apart, sometimes together, straightforward yet deeply moving!"
"Express your thoughts directly, but without resorting to embellishment!"
"Today's poetry gathering, with this poem, will leave a lasting and significant mark!"
"..."
Prince Jing's heir, Li Hongcheng, nodded vigorously and muttered in admiration, "I never expected Fan Xian to be so talented in poetry."
Fan Ruoruo saw this and her face was filled with joy.
Shi Cai was furious at Guo Baokun's aggressive manner.
Seeing how well Fan Xian and Chen Qingfeng matched in their poetry, their poems were sincere and profound.
Just as everyone was marveling, Chen Qingfeng smiled slightly and said again:
"Young Master Fan, shall we recite another poem?"
Fan Xian smiled back and bowed slightly.
"Please, Young Master Chen!"
Without much thought, Chen Qingfeng began to recite aloud:
"All birds have vanished from the mountains!"
Fan Xian replied without hesitation:
"All paths have vanished without a trace!"
Then, Chen Qingfeng made another move:
"An old man in a straw hat and raincoat, alone in a small boat!"
Fan Xian answered correctly immediately:
"Fishing alone on a snowy river!"
The moment the poem "River Snow" was played, it shocked everyone present, leaving them speechless with astonishment.
Guo Baokun was completely dumbfounded, remaining motionless in his position like a wooden stake.
"What a poem!"
"The first two lines don't mention snow, but they still depict a snowy scene; the last two lines bring the snowy scene right before our eyes!"
Li Hongcheng clapped and cheered.
Meanwhile, everyone else also expressed their admiration:
"That's so right!"
"A few short sentences, yet they send chills down your spine."
"An endless snowscape, a lone fisherman, fishing alone in his boat amidst the vast天地 (heaven and earth)!"
"..."
Seeing that his poetry recital with Chen Qingfeng had won applause from the audience, Fan Xian was overjoyed and felt grateful to Chen Qingfeng.