Chapter 59: Compared to me, the kid is still younger
The emperor wanted to grab Chen Changfeng's hand several times and ask him to write poems quickly.
What the hell kind of lunatic dares to say such a thing after giving Dachu Shixian half a stick of incense?
But the emperor knew that if Chen Changfeng didn't write poetry, what would happen if he caught him writing poetry?
At this moment, the emperor was reflecting on himself secretly.
Did he do something wrong recently that made Chen Changfeng unhappy, so he wanted to take revenge on himself at this time?
But the emperor thought hard and couldn't figure out the reason.
Seeing that Du Baifu had composed ten poems in a row, the emperor's heart, which had been full of hope just now, completely turned cold.
In less than half a stick of incense, Du Baifu had already composed ten poems.
Where is Chen Changfeng?
I don’t even have a pen in my hand!
That's all, after all, he is the Great Chu Shixian, so it's normal that he can't defeat him. Why should he expect Chen Changfeng to win this sentence?
The emperor sighed secretly in his heart.
Xiang Qingqing's face looked extremely good-looking at the moment, and she thought that it was finally time for you, Chen Changfeng, to overturn.
After giving Du Baifu half the time to burn the incense, Chen Changfeng was the only person in the world who dared to say this.
In half the time of burning incense, Du Baifu composed ten poems, but Chen Changfeng didn't even touch his pen.
If Da Chu loses again in this match, then Xiang Qingqing will just hang herself here!
"Prince Ming Dynasty, do you think you've given up?" Du Baifu picked up the wine again and took a swig from his mouth.
The feeling of the wine burning his throat made him feel very poetic at this moment.
During the next half-hour of burning incense, Du Baifu felt that he could definitely compose ten more poems.
"Why are you so anxious? You guys, each of you, take a piece of paper and a pen and squat there."
"I will be standing behind one of you later and write whatever I hear. Remember?" Chen Changfeng pointed at a row of Ming officials and said suddenly.
"ah?"
"What's the meaning?"
"I don't understand!"
Everyone was confused and had no idea what Chen Changfeng meant.
"What are you doing standing there in a daze? Go quickly or else I will kill you with my sword." Chen Changfeng shouted, the Tianwen Sword in his hand flashing with cold light.
Although everyone was puzzled, there was no way they would not do it after succumbing to Chen Changfeng's power.
Soon, a row of Ming officials were lying on the Tai Chi Hall.
Everyone has a pen in his hand and a piece of paper in front of him.
Chen Changfeng walked behind the last person: "The cold rain comes to Wu at night, and I will see off my guest Chu Shangu in the morning."
"Friends and relatives in Luoyang ask each other like a heart filled with ice in a jade pot."
"Huh?" the official said.
"Oh shit, hurry up and write it to me. If you make a mistake, I will skin you." Chen Changfeng scolded him coldly.
He came behind the penultimate official again.
"Dreams can't come true when the turban is wet with tears. I sing songs in the front hall late at night."
"My love for beauty is cut off before I grow old, and I will sit leaning against the smoke cage till dawn."
The second official wrote down the poem quickly on the paper while mentally remembering what Chen Changfeng asked him to write.
this……
Isn't this a poem?
And this poem...
The second official finished writing the poem recited by Chen Changfeng in a moment, and then looked at the poem on the paper and then came to his senses.
What Chen Changfeng read to them turned out to be poetry.
And this poem is very well written!
"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness is composing a poem!" Yao Xiaoren also instantly discovered the mystery.
Chen Changfeng walked up to everyone and read out poems written by him.
Each poem takes less than two breaths.
The emperor didn't speak, but his eyes gleamed.
He quickly walked behind the first two Ming officials and looked at the poems they had copied for Chen Changfeng.
boom!
The emperor felt like his brain was going to explode.
It is actually poetry, and the quality of these two poems is impeccable.
"Look at what they are doing. Keep your ears up, or I will cut you off." Chen Changfeng walked up behind the third Ming Dynasty official and kicked him lightly.
"The candle shadow on the mica screen is deep, the long river is gradually setting and the stars are sinking."
"Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and the blue sea and blue sky will make her heart happy every night."
"What a poem!" The emperor had already walked to Chen Changfeng and listened to the third poem he read, his face full of excitement.
The emperor was shocked by the people from Da Chu's envoy.
Xiang Qingqing frowned, and then said: "It doesn't matter, we are already a lot ahead. The time for a stick of incense will be over soon. Du Shixian doesn't have to worry."
Du Baifu frowned, Chen Changfeng had already slightly affected him.
But Du Baifu didn't believe that someone could really defeat him with only half a stick of incense.
"The window of Amu Qi in Yaochi is open, and the singing of yellow bamboo moves the earth in mourning."
"Eight horses can travel thirty thousand miles in a day. Why doesn't King Mu come back again?"
Chen Changfeng's fourth poem has been read out.
Du Baifu's pen dropped an ink dot heavily on the paper.
Xiang Qingqing knew that Du Baifu's state of mind had been affected.
"Please serve Du Shixian some more wine." Xiang Qingqing asked someone to bring some wine and personally removed the seal for Du Baifu.
Du Baifu took two swigs, and was already a little drunk at the moment, but it did not affect him in the slightest from continuing to write poems.
On the contrary, it made his desire to write poetry even stronger.
After five breaths, Du Baifu composed another poem, and Xiang Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking in the direction of Chen Changfeng, Chen Changfeng had already arrived behind the tenth Ming Dynasty official: "We see you off in the mountains, the sunset covers the firewood. The spring grass will be green next year, will the king and grandson return?"
She could feel that the quality of Chen Changfeng's poems was much higher than that of Du Baifu's poems.
If Du Baifu can't win over Chen Changfeng with quality, he can only rely on quantity.
At this moment, three-quarters of the incense has been burned out.
Chen Changfeng has six fewer poems than Du Baifu.
You will definitely not be able to catch up, you will definitely not be able to catch up, Xiang Qingqing prayed secretly in her heart.
"The moon sets, crows cry and frost fills the sky, river maples and fishing fires confront melancholy. Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rings for the passenger ship." While Xiang Qingqing was praying in her heart, Chen Changfeng's eleventh poem had already been recited.
Xiang Qingqing's heart trembled violently.
The officials of the Ming Dynasty who were lying on the ground copying poems on paper for Chen Changfeng had their mouths wide open at this moment, with disbelief on their faces.
Is this really their Ming Dynasty Prince Chen Changfeng?
The longer the incense burns, the shorter it becomes, and the last bit is almost burned away.
Du Baifu had already composed twenty-one poems. At this moment, Du Baifu felt that his brain had been squeezed dry.
I really can't think of any poems.
He waved his hand, put down the pen in his hand, and then sat on the ground and gasped.
Chen Changfeng has already composed nineteen poems.
Only the last two poems are left to tie Du Baifu.
And there is only the last bit of fragrance left.
"There's no time!" the emperor said anxiously.
There are only a few breaths left now.
If Chen Changfeng could not compose two poems in a row, they would have lost to Du Baifu in terms of numbers.
But Chen Changfeng has just composed nineteen poems in a row, and each of them is a high-quality poem.
How is it possible to compose two more poems in just a few breaths?
"Your Highness the Crown Prince!" Yao Xiaoren also looked anxious.
We have already reached this point. If we lose, we will fall short.
Xiang Qingqing let out a long breath at this moment.
My anxious heart was completely relieved.
But with only a few breaths left, it was absolutely impossible for Chen Changfeng to write two more poems.
Yes, absolutely impossible!
Du Baifu also had a smile on his face.
Compared with myself, the boy is still young!
Chen Changfeng did not speak, but glanced at the incense that was about to burn out, and looked at the two Ming officials in front of him: "Listen carefully, you two: flowers are flying everywhere in the Spring City, and the willow trees are leaning in the east wind. At dusk, candles are passed around the Han Palace, and the smoke is light.
Scattered into the houses of the five princes."
"The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the light fan blows at the flowing fireflies. The sky is as cold as water at night, and I lie down to watch the Altair and Vega."
After Chen Changfeng said the last sentence, the last bit of incense left fell into the incense burner instantly. This chapter has been completed!