The Taiji Hall was instantly filled with the voices of the people of the Great Chu Mission.

Chen Changfeng shook his head.

To be honest, the strength of Great Chu is indeed much stronger than that of the Ming Empire.

Any person who comes out can crush the Ming Empire.

But these people from the Great Chu Mission are just a little blind.

Good and decent, why provoke yourself?

What he Chen Changfeng is not afraid of is the provocation of others.

"This prince has never seen someone take the initiative to stretch his face over and let him beat, let's talk about it, what to try." Chen Changfeng got up and slowly walked in front of Du Baifu.

Du Baifu was a little surprised, and then his face showed contempt.

Chen Changfeng dared to agree to compete with himself, which surprised Du Baifu.

But thinking that Chen Changfeng was not afraid of death and dared to compete with himself, it really didn't matter.

"The prince of the Ming Dynasty is so courageous, he doesn't even know what to write a poem for, so he dares to agree, he is really young and promising, but he has the momentum of the second prince of the Ming Dynasty."

"But I just hope that Prince Daming won't be like him, he can't say half a word." Du Baifu sneered.

The second prince clenched his fists tightly.

It's okay if he was humiliated by Chen Changfeng, and now he is humiliated by Du Baifu, an old thing.

The second prince has the heart to eat people at this moment.

"Prince, just now Du Baifu made a very high-level side poem." General Chang Chun hurriedly explained to Chen Changfeng.

"Oh, Biansaishi?" Chen Changfeng was stunned.

"What, Prince Daming regretted it?" Du Baifu sneered.

"What do you regret, Bian Saishi doesn't just have brains." Chen Changfeng didn't care.

"Did you hear it, the Prince of Daming actually said that Biansai poems have brains, I don't know what kind of masterpiece the Prince of Daming can make." Du Baifu said loudly, for fear that others would not know Chen Changfeng's words.

Xiang Qingqing's eyes were firmly fixed on Chen Changfeng.

She was worried that Chen Changfeng could really make poems, but she also felt that Chen Changfeng could not make poems.

The emperor and the Ming officials did not dare to speak out at this moment, for fear of disturbing Chen Changfeng.

"If you want to go to the sky, you will leave home and see the moon twice."

"I don't know where to stay tonight, Pingsha is uninhabited." In just two breaths, Chen Changfeng's voice came from everyone's ears.

"Good poetry!" After a short silence, Yao Xiaoren showed surprise on his face and suddenly shouted.

Du Baifu's expression was a little ugly.

Chen Changfeng actually made a good side poem, and it was no worse than the one he had just done.

Xiang Qingqing sighed in his heart.

Chen Changfeng can even write poetry?

From martial arts to literary comparison, the ratio of strength, the ratio of the ring, the ratio of danqing, the ratio of couplets, and the current ratio of poetry.

What else would he Chen Changfeng not have?

Xiang Qingqing actually felt that this world was not real at this moment, and she felt that she must be dreaming.

Otherwise, a mere Chen Changfeng would have such a ability?

Is there nothing in the world that can stump him?

The emperor's mouth was really shocked this time.

The emperor had never seen Chen Changfeng compose poetry, and he had never even heard of the news.

Chen Changfeng wants to compare Du Baifu to poetry, and the emperor actually has it in his heart.

After all, Du Baifu is a world-famous poet, and the second prince can't even say a word in front of him.

Unexpectedly, Chen Changfeng opened his mouth, and it was a side poem that was not weaker than Du Baifu at all.

"Changfeng, you kid is really my great Ming lucky star." The emperor said to Chen Changfeng with an excited face.

When the second prince heard this, his heart was even more uncomfortable.

"The third princess doesn't have to worry, this poem must be just happened to meet him, and the old man still has tricks." Although Du Baifu looked ugly, he only felt that Chen Changfeng was just lucky, and Bian Sai's poetry happened to be Chen Changfeng's strength.

But as a poet, he definitely doesn't just stuff poetry.

"Prince Daming, I didn't expect you to have some strength in making poems here, but the old man didn't lose."

"So we ...... now"

"Du Baifu, we don't compare with others, just like a stick of incense, who of us has written more poems, the subject matter is not limited, and the content is not limited."

"Whoever writes more and more good poems wins, how?" Chen Changfeng interrupted Du Baifu's words.

It's almost noon now, and Chen Changfeng plans to go home for lunch, but he doesn't want to take his time with Du Baifu.

Du Baifu froze in place, and the back showed anger.

There are people in this world who want to compare themselves to the number and speed of poems.

Who doesn't know that Du Baifu has hundreds of poems about wine.

Chen Changfeng actually wanted to compare himself with the number of poems composed in a stick of incense.

"The prince can't, the reason why Du Baifu can get the title of poet immortal is because he can fight wine and poems for a hundred."

"The prince should not be underestimated." Yao Xiaoren was also taken aback by Chen Changfeng's decision.

Isn't that nonsense!

Who in the world doesn't know that after Du Baifu drank wine, he often flourished in poetry and made great works.

Chen Changfeng compares this with him, isn't this boring?

The emperor also opened his mouth at this moment, and Du Baifu's strength should definitely not be underestimated.

But the emperor felt that he should believe in Chen Changfeng's strength.

This kid has impressed himself again and again, maybe this time......

Moreover, if Chen Changfeng can't win against Du Baifu, who can win him here?

"Changfeng, I agreed, whatever you want to compare, I will agree." The emperor suddenly spoke, but the people present were taken aback again.

Many people are secretly thinking in their hearts, how can the emperor be like the crown prince, crazy!

Comparing the number and speed of poems with the poet Immortal Du Baifu, this is not looking for death!

"Good!" Du Baifu was angry and annoyed.

There are really people who dare to compare themselves with this.

Even the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty agreed.

Is this completely looking down on himself as a poet immortal?

"Bring the wine, prepare the pen and paper, today the old man will let the Ming monarch and the ministers see the strength of this poetry immortal." Du Baifu pulled the robe draped on his body and fell heavily to the ground.

The two tables were quickly ready, and everyone gathered around them.

Chen Changfeng and Du Baifu each had pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of them, and Du Baifu had two jars of good wine in front of them.

Du Baifu tore open the seal, took the wine jar and poured it into his mouth.

In a moment, the drink was already soaking his beard.

Du Baifu's face is ruddy, he already holds a pen in his hand, as long as the incense is lit, he will compose poems as soon as possible.

Let Chen Changfeng see what is called the ability of poetry immortals!

"The time for a stick of incense, start now!" Liu Xi lit a stick of incense, and then shouted.

When Du Baifu heard this, the brush in his hand immediately danced, but in a moment, the first poem had already fallen on the paper.

"If you want to come out of the light, thousands of mountains are like fire."

"Walk to the sky in a moment, chase away the remnant stars and chase away the moon."

"Du Shixian has good skills, it's only been five breaths, and he has already made a poem."

"No, you see that the prince of Daming didn't even pick up the pen."

"With Du Shixian's ability, as long as you move, the pen can't stop, look, this Ming prince is lost."

The people of the Ming Mission said with a smile.

Xiang Qingqing's face looked a lot better.

Du Baifu is worthy of being a poet, and he wrote his first poem in just five breaths.

And Chen Changfeng didn't even take a pen.

"Look, Du Shixian is already writing the second poem!" There were people from the Great Chu Mission who exclaimed.

The emperor is a little anxious now.

Du Baifu has already begun to compose the second poem, and Chen Changfeng still doesn't move.

"Prince, isn't it time to start composing poetry?" A Ming official whispered.

"Don't worry, I pay attention to respecting the old and loving the young, let him have half a burnt incense time first, so as not to be unconvinced by the time." Chen Changfeng brought a chair and sat directly in front of the table.

"What?"

"Let Du Baifu have half a burnt incense time?"

"His Royal Highness the Prince, that's the Great Chu Shixian!"

"Ahem, ahem—"

The emperor almost didn't hold up to Chen Changfeng's overly arrogant words.