He stood up and left the corridor, walking to the nearby garden to answer the phone.
"Hello."
"Brother Feng, when will you come back?"
"It will take some time, Miss Xiaodie, what can you do?"
"I want to tell you that there seems to be an unknown person hiding around your home, so I called you to ask if it was you who arranged it?" Chen Feng was shocked.
"I didn't arrange it, how do you know?"
"I...I knew you were out, so I wanted to send a few people to protect your daughter. They told me." Zhou Xiaodie said, "But it doesn't seem to be malicious, or maybe it's to protect Mr. Yue." Chen Fengsong Take a breath,
"It should be to protect Yue Junyao."
"That's good, but for the sake of safety, I still have to send two people to protect your daughter secretly. By the way, I will also see if those secretly people are Yue Junyao's people."
"Miss Xiaodie, thank you."
"Don't be polite to me... Goodbye then." Chen Feng hung up the phone, thinking that if Zhou Xiaodie only saved her life during the Zhou family's birthday party, he wouldn't be so caring about him, right?
Besides, when she competed with Xuanyuan Xiongyi at Zhoufu's birthday banquet, Xuanyuan Xiongyi would not kill her. She even cared so much about her own daughter, and Chen Feng felt that she was a little too kind to him.
When Chen Feng returned to the corridor, the competition between Ximen Qing and Dongfang Wenying had reached a fever pitch. The two of them had actually written three poems each. They were really two talented people.
Dongfang Wenying's new poem was very good and won applause from the whole house. Ximen Qing was a bit of a charlatan and stopped shaking his hair. He was so anxious in the winter that he was sweating all over.
You can’t lose to anyone from the Dongfang family, especially Dongfang Ping’s younger brother! Dongfang Wenying looked at him very proudly, how could you do it?
At this time, he saw Chen Feng who had just entered the corridor and raised the corner of his mouth.
"Mr. Chen Feng, who is known as Miss Qiuyue's boyfriend, don't you compose a poem for your beloved goddess? I wonder if your poetry is as good as conjuring?" Chen Feng smiled faintly, of course he would do it. Shi, since he and Li Yue have publicly recognized each other, they must not lower their prices. They must strive to be the best in any competition at today's birthday banquet.
He walked to the desk and started writing eloquently. Cao Wenruo's eyes lit up when he saw his handwriting.
"This character... is handsome, chic, ethereal, and elegant. The strokes are delicate, the layout is beautiful, the ink is colorful, and the momentum is magnificent. It has the style of everyone!" Ximen Qing shook his head,
"I have to say, your calligraphy is really beautiful, very similar to Wu Ziming's calligraphy style that my sister collected." Cao Wenruo nodded,
"It is indeed very similar." Chen Feng thought to himself, could this Wu Ziming really be a certain senior brother?
"This poem is also beautifully written!" Ximen Qing picked up the poem written by Chen Feng and read: There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent.
Look at the Qingren city once, and then look at the Qingren country. Would you rather not know the beauty of the city and the beauty of the country? Beautiful women are hard to come by. Everyone couldn't help but be fascinated, especially the men, who couldn't help but yearn for it, and then turned their attention to Murong Qiuyue and other beauties present.
Ximen Qing exclaimed: "This is a poem about beauty. Is there such a beauty in the world? Is there such a beauty in the world?" He couldn't help but look at Li Yue, his eyes lit up.
"Miss Qiuyue is just like the beauty in the poem."
"Chen Feng's poems want to express themselves, but suppress them, use simplicity to overcome complexity, use virtuality to create reality, and the sincerity of emotion overflows into the poem. It is truly a masterpiece." Cao Wenruo admired it.
Dongfang Wenying snorted coldly, feeling really unhappy.
"Hmph, maybe he didn't write it at all..." Ximen Qing retorted: "Then I want to ask you, have you heard of this poem?"
"No..." Ximen Qing looked at Chen Feng,
"Brother Chen, write two more poems to convince him." Ximen Qingdou was very depressed when he couldn't beat Dongfang Wenying in poetry. Now that Chen Feng had won, he was the same. In short, he was happy as long as Dongfang Wenying could be defeated.
"Here you go." Chen Feng has finished writing another song,
"Keep reading."
"Did you see it?! Brother Chen has a new poem coming out!" Ximen Qing excitedly picked up the poem written by Chen Feng and continued reading: The sky is green, and the white dew is frost.
The so-called beauty is on the water side. If you follow it back, the road will be long and blocked. Traveling back from it, Wan is in the middle of the water.
The leaves are luxuriant and the dew is still white. The so-called beauty is on the water... Everyone was fascinated by it. Although some people couldn't understand it, the poem was so beautiful, and Ximen Qing's cadence of reciting made the poem even more colorful. Power makes everyone addicted.
"The God of Poetry! The God of Poetry!" Ximen Qing raised his arms and shouted towards Dongfang Wenying,
"Did you see it? This is the God of Poetry!" Dongfang Wenying was already feeling bad, and his face was quite ugly. He had known that Chen Feng would not be allowed to come up to write poems, but now it is better, Chen Feng is even more proud, and that Ximen Qing , it’s simply too annoying!
Cao Wenruo said: "The first poem is about a beautiful woman who will captivate the city and the country, who can only be found but cannot be found. This one also writes about a beautiful woman who is hard to pursue. Chen Feng's poems really express the ultimate beauty and the goal of a man!" Huang Lao said over there: "The most valuable and resonant thing about this poem is not the man's pursuit and loss, but the desire he created and this artistic conception of universal significance. So in the world All kinds of pursuits that are difficult to achieve due to obstacles can be called Yiren. Anything that is pursued hard has isomorphic resonance and sympathetic resonance here." Cao Wenruo admired: "Huang Lao, you analyzed this poem so thoroughly. I understand it better than anyone else." Ximen Qing gave Chen Feng a thumbs up,
"Brother Chen is the one who truly understands this poem. Only one who has experienced all kinds of things in the world and pursued what is in his heart
Only "Yiren" can write such wonderful poems. He smiled and said: "I don't think there is any need to compete on the subject of beauty. Brother Chen's two poems about beauty are probably unprecedented and unprecedented. There is no point in comparing them anymore. Dongfang Wenying, don't you think so?" Dongfang Wenying snorted coldly and said: "Master Ximen, I have written three poems. Even if they are not as good as Chen Feng, I have one more poem than Chen Feng, and I am faster than Chen Feng, so I am called Chen Feng." Feng's victory is unconvincing, unless Chen Feng can also write three poems, and they are excellent. "
"You can write three hundred poems and you won't be able to write a poem as good as Brother Chen's!" Ximen Qing said disdainfully,
"What's wrong with you? Brother Chen is so talented. Not to mention the three poems about beautiful women, he can write three hundred poems with his eyes closed, and they are all world-famous poems!" Chen Feng was speechless. Why did Ximen Qing's painting style change so much? , compliment yourself so much?
It seems that he and he are on a united front. Youdao's enemy is his friend!
"You will die if you don't brag!" Dongfang Wenying snorted coldly.
"No need to argue." Chen Feng put down his brush and said,
"When Mr. Ximen was reading the second poem just now, I had already written another one. Doesn't this mean that I have also written three poems?"
"See!" Ximen Qing smiled proudly at Dongfang Wenying and carefully picked up the rice paper.
When everyone took a look, they saw that there were many words. It turned out that this was a long poem. This Chen Feng was quite powerful.
"This poem is called Meiren Fu." Ximen Qingnian read: It is as graceful as a startling dragon, and the autumn chrysanthemums are shining brightly, and the spring pines are gorgeous.
It seems as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and flutters like the snow covered by the flowing wind. The sun is as bright as the morning glow, and the flowers are as bright as the flowers rising from Lubo.
The shoulders are cut and the waist is like a willow... This is adapted by Chen Feng based on a famous work in his previous life, "Ode to the Goddess of Luo". It is an unparalleled poem about beauty and has been a classic that has been passed down for thousands of years.
In this era that doesn't even have the Three Kingdoms, Chen Feng will certainly not forget this ancient masterpiece.
"Oh my God! The writing is so beautiful, the words are gorgeous but not impetuous, and the freshness is refreshing. The arrangement, dialogue, rhythm, and language are neat, concise, vivid, and beautiful. It is simply a masterpiece!" It was Mr. Huang who was completely convinced.
"Brother Chen Feng, you are truly worthy of the title of the God of Poetry!" Cao Wenruo exclaimed: "The vivid descriptions and characterizations are combined with metaphors and contrasts, and the intricate changes are clever and appropriate, giving people a grand yet beautiful feeling. Without a sense of surprise, it makes people feel as if they are looking at a wonderful painting, in which the characters are flesh and blood, without making people feel a sense of emptiness. When describing the body shape, facial features, posture, etc. of the beauty, it conveys to people It shows the appearance of a beautiful woman like a sinking fish and the appearance of a falling goose. At the same time, there is also
"Clear water produces hibiscus, and the natural carvings are removed." It is fresh and noble. The writing is so good. All the poems and songs about beautiful women that I have read and heard are not as good as Chen Feng's "Ode to Beauty".
If there are any comparable poems, they are only Chen Feng's first two poems "Beauty" and "Jian Jia". "The implication is that the first three poems about these beauties in his mind were written by Chen Feng, and nothing else.
Chen Feng walked up to Li Yue,
"These three poems are all written for you, which one do you like?"
"I like them all." Li Yue looked at Chen Feng affectionately, and the fire in her eyes almost melted Chen Feng.
"Sister Qiuyue, no, sister-in-law Qiuyue..." Ximen Qing said, "Can you give me one and I'll give it to my sister." Sister?
Murong Qiuyue pursed her lips,
"No, this is written specifically for me by Brother Feng. If you want it, ask Brother Feng to write it for you."
"Brother Feng! Boss! How about you write another one for me? My sister loves poetry, calligraphy and painting the most, and I want to give it to her." Chen Feng nodded,
"Can."
"Great! I'll give you a yacht later too!" Damn it! I dare you to give this Ximen Qing a yacht to play with if he has nothing to do!
"You can't write poems about women and love..." Li Yue suddenly said.
"Of course, the poem about women and love, I only wrote it for you, sister-in-law..."
"That's pretty much it." Chen Feng smiled, thinking that Xiao Yueyue could still be jealous, but he felt very happy.
He picked up the brush and dipped it in ink.
"Brother, can you tell me a topic?" Ximen Qing looked at the flying snow outside the corridor window.
"My sister lives in the South China Sea and has always wanted to go to the north to see the snow scenery. Why don't you write a poem about snow?" Chen Feng thought for a while and immediately started writing: The scenery of the North is covered in thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow.
Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing but vastness; the river up and down suddenly stops flowing. Silver snakes dance in the mountains, wax figures ride in the mountains, and they want to compete with God...
