MM Racing Page 93
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“A casual recitation can become a timeless masterpiece.”
"Why would someone like that plagiarize other people's poems? Why would they deign to do so?"
Guo Baokun was stunned and speechless at what Li Chengzhe said.
Those inside the hall who heard this thought it made a lot of sense.
In addition, Fan Ruoruo had just recited over a hundred excellent poems in one breath, which completely changed her opinion of Chen Qingfeng.
Even though Zhuang Mohan was a literary master, it couldn't help but arouse their suspicions.
He wondered if Zhuang Mohan was deliberately framing Chen Qingfeng.
Emperor Qing squinted, his expression somewhat strange.
What was originally just an ordinary banquet turned into such a spectacle.
Fan Xian sat in his seat.
I was originally looking forward to seeing how Chen Qingfeng would resolve this situation.
Unexpectedly, Fan Ruoruo jumped out and started reciting poetry to attack people.
"This girl, she's starting to side with outsiders!"
"Speaking of which, after she marries Chen Qingfeng, will Chen Qingfeng have to start calling me 'brother'?"
Upon thinking of this, Fan Xian felt a surge of joy.
For some reason, the thought of Chen Qingfeng calling him "brother" gave him a strange sense of pleasure.
Just as everyone was surprised, Chen Qingfeng smiled calmly, got up and walked towards the seat where Zhuang Mohan was sitting.
Seeing Chen Qingfeng approaching, Zhuang Mohan became somewhat flustered.
No one knows what happened better than him, the person involved.
He was a literary giant, yet he had to frame a younger generation in this way; it makes me feel guilty just thinking about it.
Unfortunately, the attempt to frame him failed.
Each and every line of poetry that Fan Ruoruo just recited was like a dazzling pearl, shining brightly!
Before long, Chen Qingfeng had reached Zhuang Mohan.
“Young Master Chen…”
Zhuang Mohan stammered out a shout, and at that moment he seemed to look even older.
Chen Qingfeng looked directly at Zhuang Mohan and said calmly:
"Mr. Zhuang."
"In interpreting scriptures, I am not as good as you."
"But when it comes to writing poetry, you... are not as good as me!"
Upon hearing Chen Qingfeng's words, everyone in the hall turned their gaze toward Zhuang Mohan.
Just now, Fan Ruoruo recited so many of Chen Qingfeng's poems, which had already deeply impressed them.
I admire Chen Qingfeng's poetic talent to the point of prostration.
No matter how high Zhuang Mohan's reputation is, in terms of poetry and prose, there is probably no one in the world who can surpass Chen Qingfeng, not even Zhuang Mohan!
"what?"
Zhuang Mohan exclaimed in surprise, staring straight at Chen Qingfeng standing in front of the table, his gaze as if he were looking at a monster.
As he looked on, a hint of sadness appeared in the old man's eyes.
Immediately afterwards, he felt a tightness in his chest and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
When they went to check again, Zhuang Mohan had collapsed on the table and fainted on the spot.
Upon seeing this, everyone present immediately panicked.
The members of the Northern Qi delegation hurriedly surrounded Zhuang Mohan.
Zhuang Mohan was a literary master in their Northern Qi. If something happened to him, how could they explain it to the millions of students in Northern Qi?
Among the officials of Nanqing, quite a few also rushed forward.
The rest of the people stood there dumbfounded.
Anyone could see that Zhuang Mohan was truly framing Chen Qingfeng.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have ended up so angry that he vomited blood and fainted.
Upon seeing this, Chen Qingfeng remained completely calm and composed.
Just then, a system notification sounded in his mind:
【Ding! 】
[An important story character available for check-ins has been detected near the host: Zhuang Mohan.]
[Have you checked in?]
Upon hearing the system's prompt, Chen Qingfeng immediately selected to sign in.
[Congratulations, host, you have successfully checked in!]
[Rewards received: Healing Pill, Awakening Pill, Pseudo-Realm Pill.]
[Special reward triggered: Azure Sky Sword Technique.]
[Obtained a common magical artifact: the Great Perfection Holy Blade.]
"Oh?"
Chen Qingfeng was secretly surprised, thinking that the reward this time was quite substantial.
Amidst the chaos, Zhuang Mohan was led away, leaving in a rather dejected manner.
Fan Ruoruo, with an expression of adoration, approached Chen Qingfeng and, disregarding everyone present, took his arm.
"Brother Qingfeng, it's alright now!"
Chen Qingfeng nodded, his expression unchanged.
Even if Fan Ruoruo didn't come out to recite poetry, he could still produce many more timeless lines of poetry here.
At this moment, Emperor Qing stood up and stepped forward, his expression a half-smile, and looked at Chen Qingfeng, saying:
"With such talent, why wasn't it recognized before?"
Chen Qingfeng smiled calmly and replied:
"Poetry is merely something to cultivate one's mind and spirit, not a skill for fighting and vying for power."
After hearing Chen Qingfeng's reply, Emperor Qing revealed a meaningful smile, and then departed.
He was quite satisfied with Chen Qingfeng.
Seeing this from a distance, Fan Xian picked up his wine cup and drank another cup, muttering to himself:
"He's pulled off another stunt at tonight's banquet!"
"We're all in the same industry, shouldn't I also find a suitable occasion to make a good appearance?"
Just then, the eldest princess gracefully walked towards Chen Qingfeng.
A gentle smile graced her face.
He paused, then leaned close to Chen Qingfeng's ear and whispered something:
"Young Master Chen, don't forget to come find me later!"
"Don't let me down!"
After saying this, the princess gave Chen Qingfeng a flirtatious wink before getting up and leaving.
Upon seeing this, Fan Ruoruo frowned, naturally sensing that the way the Princess looked at Chen Qingfeng was rather strange.
But given the other person's status, she didn't ask any further questions.
Chen Qingfeng remained calm, then turned and walked towards Fan Xian.
Upon seeing Chen Qingfeng approach, Fan Xian slowly stood up and said:
"The farce is over, you can go home now!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Qingfeng suddenly said:
"Young Master Fan, bring your black leather suitcase to see me tomorrow!"
As soon as Chen Qingfeng uttered those words, Fan Xian's languid expression instantly turned extremely wary.
He stared intently at Chen Qingfeng, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"How...how did you know about the box?"
Chen Qingfeng smiled faintly and did not offer any further explanation.
Fan Xian glanced at himself, deeply shocked.
You should know that the black leather box was left to him by Ye Qingmei, and it had been kept by Wu Zhu.
Earlier, when he was ordered to enter the capital, Wu Zhu took out the box and gave it to him.
This matter was extremely secretive, and what Fan Xian couldn't understand was how Chen Qingfeng knew about it.
The more Fan Xian thought about it, the more he felt he couldn't see through Chen Qingfeng.
Just then, the Second Prince, Li Chengze, walked over.
"Young Master Chen, after tonight's banquet, your talent and fame will surely spread throughout the world!"
The group exclaimed, "This is truly something to celebrate!"
"When you have some free time, you are welcome to come to my residence for a couple of drinks."
"This prince really loves your version of Dream of the Red Chamber!"
Chen Qingfeng smiled and nodded, replying, "Okay."
Then, the Second Prince Li Chengze didn't linger and left in a carefree manner.