Chapter Fifty-eight Let him spend half a stick of incense first
The Tai Chi Hall was instantly filled with the voices of people from the Da Chu envoy.
Chen Changfeng shook his head.
To be honest, the strength of Da Chu is indeed much stronger than that of the Ming Empire.
Anyone who comes out can crush the Ming Empire.
But these people in the Da Chu mission are just a little short-sighted.
You're so good, why are you provoking yourself?
What Chen Changfeng is not afraid of the most is provocation from others.
"My prince has never seen anyone stretch out his face to be beaten. Tell me what the competition is about." Chen Changfeng stood up and walked slowly to Du Baifu.
Du Baifu was a little surprised, and then a look of contempt appeared on his face.
Chen Changfeng dared to agree to compete with him, which surprised Du Baifu.
But thinking that Chen Changfeng dared to compete with him without fear of death, it was really unbelievable.
"The Prince of the Ming Dynasty is so courageous. He dared to agree to it without even knowing what to write a poem about. He is really young and promising, and he has the momentum of the second prince of the Ming Dynasty."
"I just hope that the Ming Prince will not be like him, unable to speak even a word." Du Baifu sneered.
The second prince clenched his fists tightly.
It was okay to be humiliated by Chen Changfeng, and now he was humiliated by this old guy Du Baifu.
The second prince now has the desire to eat people.
"Prince, just now Du Baifu composed a very high-level frontier poem." General Chang Chun quickly explained to Chen Changfeng.
"Oh, frontier fortress poetry?" Chen Changfeng was stunned.
"Why, the Ming Prince regretted it?" Du Baifu sneered.
"What are you regretting? It's enough to have a brain in frontier poems." Chen Changfeng didn't care.
"Did you hear that the Ming Prince actually said that frontier poems only need brains? I wonder what kind of masterpieces the Ming Prince can produce." Du Baifu said loudly, for fear that others would not know what Chen Changfeng had just said.
Xiang Qingqing's eyes were fixed on Chen Changfeng.
She was worried that Chen Changfeng could really write poetry, but also felt that it was impossible for Chen Changfeng to write poetry.
The emperor and Ming officials did not dare to speak out for fear of disturbing Chen Changfeng.
"Walking to the west, I want to reach the sky. I leave home and see that the moon is full twice."
"I don't know where to stay tonight. There are no people in the flat sand for thousands of miles." With just two breaths, Chen Changfeng's voice came to everyone's ears.
"What a poem!" After a short silence, Yao Xiaoren suddenly shouted with surprise on his face.
Du Baifu's expression was a little ugly.
Chen Changfeng actually composed a good frontier fortress poem, and it was no worse than the one he had just written.
Xiang Qingqing's heart skipped a beat.
Chen Changfeng can actually compose poetry?
From martial arts to literary competition, the ratio of strength, the ratio of the arena, the ratio of paintings, the ratio of couplets, and now the ratio of poetry.
What else can Chen Changfeng not do?
At this moment, Xiang Qingqing actually felt that this world was not real, and she felt that she must be dreaming.
Otherwise, Chen Changfeng, a mere Chen Changfeng, would actually have such ability?
Is there nothing in the world that can stump him?
The emperor's mouth was really shocked this time and he couldn't close it.
The emperor had never seen Chen Changfeng write poetry, and had never even heard of it.
Chen Changfeng wanted to compare poetry with Du Baifu, which really worried the emperor.
After all, Du Baifu was a world-famous poet, and the second prince could not even utter a single word in front of him.
Unexpectedly, when Chen Changfeng opened his mouth, he wrote a frontier poem that was no weaker than Du Baifu's.
"Changfeng, you are really my lucky star." The emperor said to Chen Changfeng with an excited face.
When the second prince heard this, he felt even more uncomfortable.
"Third princess, don't worry. He must have learned this poem by chance. I still have some tricks up my sleeve." Although Du Baifu looked ugly, he just felt that Chen Changfeng was just lucky. Frontier poems happened to be Chen Changfeng's strong point.
But as a poet, he definitely doesn't know anything about frontier poems.
"Prince Ming Dynasty, I didn't expect you to be quite capable in writing this frontier fortress poem, but I didn't lose either."
"In this way, we now..."
"Du Baifu, let's not compare ourselves to others. Just compare ourselves to one of us who has written more poems within a stick of incense. There is no limit to the subject matter or content."
"Whoever writes more and better poems will win, how about that?" Chen Changfeng interrupted Du Baifu.
It was almost noon now, and Chen Changfeng planned to go home for lunch, but did not want to take his time with Du Baifu.
Du Baifu froze on the spot, with an angry expression on his back.
There are people in this world who want to compare the number and speed of poems written with me.
Who doesn't know that Du Baifu himself wrote hundreds of poems about drinking wine.
Chen Changfeng actually wanted to compare with himself the number of poems he could write within one stick of incense.
"Prince can't. The reason why Du Baifu got the title of Immortal of Poetry is because he can write hundreds of poems over wine."
"The prince should not underestimate the enemy." Yao Xiaoren was also shocked by Chen Changfeng's decision.
Isn’t this nonsense!
Everyone in the world doesn't know that after Du Baifu drank wine, he often became very poetic and wrote many masterpieces.
If Chen Changfeng competes with him, isn't he asking for trouble?
The emperor also opened his mouth at this moment. Du Baifu's strength must not be underestimated.
But the emperor felt that he should believe in Chen Changfeng's strength.
This kid has impressed me again and again, maybe this time...
Moreover, if Chen Changfeng can't beat Du Baifu, who here can beat him?
"Changfeng, I agree. No matter how you want to compete, I agree." The emperor suddenly spoke, but the people present were shocked again.
Many people are secretly thinking that the emperor is as crazy as the prince!
Comparing the number and speed of poems written with Du Baifu, the immortal poet, is not seeking death!
"Okay!" Du Baifu looked angry and annoyed.
There is actually someone who dares to compare with me.
Even the Ming Emperor agreed.
Are you completely looking down on yourself as a poet?
"Bring the wine and prepare paper and pen. Today I will let the Ming Dynasty monarchs and ministers see the strength of this poet." Du Baifu yanked the robe he was wearing and threw it heavily to the ground.
The two tables were quickly prepared and everyone gathered around them.
Chen Changfeng and Du Baifu each had pens, ink, paper and inkstones placed in front of them, while Du Baifu placed two jars of fine wine in front of them.
Du Baifu tore open the seal, took the wine jar and poured it into his mouth.
Within a moment, the wine had soaked his beard.
Du Baifu's face was rosy and he already had a pen in his hand. As long as the incense was lit, he would write a poem as soon as possible.
Let Chen Changfeng see what it means to be a Shixian!
"The time for a stick of incense begins now!" Liu Xi lit a stick of incense and shouted.
When Du Baifu heard this, he immediately started dancing with the brush in his hand. Within a moment, the first poem had already fallen on the paper.
"When you are about to come out, the light is bright, and the mountains and mountains are like fire."
"Go to the sky in a moment, chase away the remaining stars and chase away the moon."
"Du Shixian is so talented. He has already composed a poem in just five breaths."
"No, look at the Ming Prince. He didn't even pick up a pen."
"With Du Shixian's ability, as long as he moves his pen, he can't stop it. Look, this Ming prince will definitely lose."
The people from the Ming Dynasty mission said with a smile.
Xiang Qingqing's face looked much better.
Du Baifu is indeed a poet, he wrote his first poem in just five breaths.
But Chen Changfeng didn't even hold a pen.
"Look, Du Shixian is already composing his second poem!" Someone from Dachu's envoy exclaimed.
The emperor was a little anxious now.
Du Baifu had already started composing his second poem, but Chen Changfeng was still unable to move.
"Prince, is it time to start composing poetry?" A Ming official whispered.
"Don't worry, I am a Ming Dynasty who respects the old and loves the young. Let him burn half of the incense first, lest he will be unconvinced when the time comes." Chen Changfeng brought a chair and sat directly in front of the table.
"What?"
"Give Du Baifu half a minute to burn the incense?"
"His Royal Highness, that is the Great Chu Shixian!"
"Cough cough cough——"
The emperor almost failed to withstand Chen Changfeng's overly arrogant words.