Seeing the last two poems being composed at the moment when the incense was extinguished, the emperor's heart finally dropped.
But at this moment, it was still jumping non-stop.
Twenty-one, twenty-one in total, Chen Changfeng actually completed the miracle of twenty poems with only half a stick of incense.
A total of twenty-one poems were placed neatly on the stone slab in the center of the Tai Chi Hall, starting from the first poem and laid out neatly.
Du Baifu was a little dazed.
In this world, there are really such talented people who only spent half of their time to accomplish the goals that they struggled to accomplish.
Xiang Qingqing was silent. When Chen Changfeng was writing poems, she also noticed the content of those poems.
Xiang Qingqing knew very well that every poem he heard Chen Changfeng recited was better than Du Baifu's.
But now, both of them have written the same number of poems. Chen Changfeng spent less time, but the quality is better.
Everyone already knew who won.
"Your Highness, this poem is so well written. The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is filled with frost, the river maple is fishing and the fire is facing melancholy. This artistic conception is really wonderful."
"This poem is also very good. The sky is as cold as water at night. I lie down and look at Altair and Vega. No wonder His Highness the Crown Prince is so unrestrained and unrestrained. You can see it between the lines."
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is so powerful. These twenty-one poems only lasted half a stick of incense. I was worried that His Highness the Crown Prince wouldn't be able to do it. I didn't expect that I was short-sighted."
"My Ming Dynasty has a prince. It is really a blessing for the Ming Dynasty."
Ming officials were very excited.
No one has ever believed that someone who writes poetry can be a rival to the great Chu poet Du Baifu.
But at this moment, they all felt that they were blind.
Chen Changfeng's strength has made everyone admire him with admiration.
Chen Changfeng just smiled.
After today, as long as he, Chen Changfeng, doesn't have any mental problems, conspire against the emperor, or plot against the emperor, no one will be able to challenge his position as the crown prince.
Next, Chen Changfeng only needs to build his own court power and disintegrate the factions of the second and third princes.
The position of the future Emperor of the Ming Dynasty is a certainty.
The second prince had already stood up. At this moment, when he heard the officials praising Chen Changfeng, he punched the pillar twice.
Not only did I not show my face today, I actually made myself a joke.
The second prince was extremely angry.
The emperor was very happy, and his eyes fell on Du Baifu: "Du Shixian, how about it? You two wrote the same number of poems, but Changfeng only took half the time."
"Ignoring these things, if Du Shixian feels dissatisfied, he can ask everyone to compare the poems on both sides to see whose quality is higher."
The emperor was very confident. He had read all Chen Changfeng's poems.
It has to be said that every capital can be called an eternal masterpiece.
As for Du Baifu's poems, although they are not bad, they are still far behind Chen Changfeng's.
Du Baifu swayed, his face turned from blue to white, and then returned to rosy.
"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous. His Majesty, the Ming Dynasty Prince, can't compose a poem himself, but he actually stole my old poems from a few years ago..."
"What?"
"His Royal Highness the Prince's poem was stolen?"
"No way!"
Du Baifu's words stunned everyone.
Even Xiang Qingqing was stunned on the spot at this moment.
When did Du Baifu write such a poem?
Xiang Qingqing has been reading Du Baifu's poems since she was a child, but has never seen one of them.
Could it be...
Xiang Qingqing instantly understood what Du Baifu meant by his words.
Xiang Qingqing felt a little uncomfortable.
The majestic Chu Shixian was forced to this point by a young man named Chen Changfeng.
I even hesitate to say that these poems are...
"That's ridiculous. You said you wrote these poems several years ago. Why have I never heard of them?" The emperor was the first to not believe it.
The emperor knew about Chen Changfeng's talent.
Although the performance just now still surprised the emperor, he absolutely did not believe that these poems were written by Du Baifu before.
If that was really the case, why didn't Du Baifu say anything just now?
The emperor's first instinct was to think that Du Baifu could no longer afford to lose!
"Du Baifu, how can you say that you are also a great Chu Shixian, and now you can't afford to lose?"
"How dare you even make up such a lie?" Yao Xiaoren was naturally on Chen Changfeng's side at this moment.
If you lose, you want to default on the debt, or even frame yourself. How can there be such a good thing?
The majestic Chu Shixian gave up his face just for a name?
"I made it up?"
"If you don't believe it, unless he can compose ten more poems of the same quality!"
"Don't think that I don't know that there was a thief in my house a few years ago, and all my new poems were stolen."
"I just found out today that it was His Highness the Prince of Ming Dynasty who did it." Du Baifu said coldly.
He now believes that Chen Changfeng will never be able to produce ten more poems of the same quality.
In half the time of burning incense, Chen Changfeng recited twenty-one poems, and the stock in his stomach should have been exhausted long ago.
It is absolutely impossible to have ten more high-quality poems.
"Du Baifu, you are shameless!"
"I, the Ming Prince, can compose twenty-one poems. I am exhausted both physically and mentally at this moment. You are so shameless and ask the prince to compose ten more poems!"
"Does such behavior deserve to be called the Immortal of Poetry?"
Ming officials were completely angry.
The Dachu envoy has been dishonest and shameless over and over again. Unexpectedly, now Du Baifu has taken his shameless spirit to the extreme.
Who can compose ten more high-quality poems after composing twenty-one poems in a row?
Ask Du Baifu if he can compose two poems by himself.
Xiang Qingqing didn't speak the whole time. She was extremely afraid of Chen Changfeng now.
"If he can't compose it, then he will admit that it was Chen Changfeng who stole my poem."
"Prince Ming Dynasty, you need to apologize to this poet immediately." Du Baifu's expression did not change.
The word "Shixian" is the achievement he has worked hard for all his life.
You must not lose to a young man!
Moreover, he believed that Chen Changfeng would never be able to compose ten more poems of the same quality.
"You mean, the poems you lost happened to be these twenty-one, right?" Chen Changfeng said calmly.
"That's right, you are so young, yet you behave so badly..."
"Okay, stop pretending, I promise you, it's just ten poems."
"I'll write ten poems, and I'll give you one more later."
"Prince, no!"
"Changfeng, don't agree to him!"
"Prince, Du Baifu is clearly trying to trick you!"
Everyone shouted.
Chen Changfeng waved his hand and said to Du Baifu: "Then you should listen carefully, the first song: Changle Palace is connected to Yuanchun, and the Jade Tower and Golden Palace are singing new songs. Once you enter the Junmen, there is no way out, only Gongying can see people."
"Huh?" Du Baifu's face darkened. He didn't expect Chen Changfeng to be able to compose poetry.
The people who had just advised Chen Changfeng also fell silent at this moment, and then stared at Chen Changfeng.
"Second song: Spending the Qingming Festival without flowers and wine, the mood is as low as a wild monk. Yesterday, the neighbor begged for a new fire, and a reading lamp was given to him at dawn." Chen Changfeng didn't even pause.
Du Baifu swayed, then forced himself to concentrate and stared at Chen Changfeng.
Xiang Qingqing bit her lips tightly without saying a word.
"The third song..."
"The fourth song..."
"The ninth song..."
"This is the tenth song: Farewell to the fragrance of oranges and pomelo in the river tower when drunk, the river breeze brings rain into the coolness of the boat. I recall you far away in the Xiaoxiang moon, and worry about listening to the ape's dreams."
"Ten poems have been completed, what else does Du Shixian have to say?" From the beginning of the first poem to the end of the tenth poem, Chen Changfeng hardly paused at all.
No one made any sound.
Only Liu Xi and the other eunuchs were quickly recording the poems recited by Chen Changfeng.
Everyone in the Ming Dynasty opened their mouths wide, and no words were spoken for a long time.
Xiang Qingqing felt extremely aggrieved for some unknown reason. Looking at Chen Changfeng, tears fell from her eyes.
Du Baifu looked at the ten latest poems neatly placed in front of him, staggered and fell to the ground.
"By the way, I just said that I will compose ten poems and give one to Du Shixian." Chen Changfeng looked at Du Baifu sitting on the ground and smiled slightly: "Changfeng's article is here, and the flames are as long as it is.
I don't know if the crowd is stupid, so I will slander you.
An earthworm shaking a big tree is ridiculous.
The girl in front of me raised her neck and looked at each other from a distance." This chapter has been completed!