The emperor wanted to grab Chen Changfeng's hand several times and ask him to hurry up and compose poems now.

Let Da Chu Shixian half burn incense, what kind of madman dares to say such a thing?

But the emperor knew that if Chen Changfeng didn't write poems, what could he do if he grabbed him to compose poems?

At this moment, the emperor secretly reflected on himself in his heart.

Is there something wrong with what happened recently that Chen Changfeng is unhappy, so he wants to take revenge on himself at this time?

But the emperor couldn't figure out the reason when he wanted to break his head.

Seeing that Du Baifu had already composed ten poems in a row, the emperor's heart was completely cold when he was still full of expectations.

In less than half a stick of incense, Du Baifu had already composed ten poems.

What about Chen Changfeng?

I didn't even have a pen in my hand!

That's it, after all, it is a great Chu Shixian, and it is normal to be able to defeat him, why should I expect Chen Changfeng to win this sentence.

The Emperor sighed in his heart.

Xiang Qingqing's face is extremely good-looking at the moment, and his heart finally has a time when you Chen Changfeng overturned.

Let Du Baifu half burn incense, the world estimates that Chen Changfeng, a guy who doesn't know life or death, dares to say this.

During the half-burnt incense time, Du Baifu composed ten poems, and Chen Changfeng's pen did not move.

If she loses again this time, then she Xiang Qingqing will hang herself here!

"Prince Daming, are you admitting defeat?" Du Baifu picked up the wine again and poured it into his mouth.

The feeling of wine in his throat made him poetic at the moment.

In the next half-burnt incense time, Du Baifu felt that he would definitely be able to compose ten more poems.

"What's the hurry, that who, you people, each take a piece of paper, a pen, and squat there."

"Later, Prince Ben will stand behind any of you, and you will write whatever you hear, remember?" Chen Changfeng pointed to a row of Ming officials and suddenly spoke.

"Huh?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't understand!"

Everyone was blindfolded, and they didn't understand what Chen Changfeng meant by this.

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up, otherwise this prince will cut you with a sword." Chen Changfeng shouted, the Tianwen Sword in his hand flashing with cold light.

Although everyone was puzzled, they succumbed to Chen Changfeng's obscenity, where did they dare not do it.

Soon, there was a row of Ming officials on the Taiji Palace.

Everyone has a pen in their hand and a piece of paper in front of them.

Chen Changfeng walked behind the last person: "The cold rain and the river enter Wu at night, and Pingming sends off the guest Chushan Lonely." ”

"Luoyang relatives and friends ask each other, a piece of ice is in the jade pot."

"Huh?" The official snorted.

"Ahh Chen Changfeng scolded.

Again came behind the penultimate official.

"Tears wet Luo Towel dream can't come true, and the front hall sings late at night."

"The red face is not old and the grace is broken first, and the lavender cage sits until Ming."

The second official secretly memorized what Chen Changfeng had asked him to write, and at the same time quickly wrote poems on the paper.

This......

Isn't this poetry?

And this poem ......

The second official finished writing the poem recited by Chen Changfeng in a moment, and only then did he react when he looked at the poem on the paper.

What Chen Changfeng read to them turned out to be poems.

And this poem is also very well written!

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is composing poetry!" Yao Xiaoren also discovered the mystery in an instant.

Chen Changfeng walked to everyone's skills and read out the poems he composed.

Each poem, as long as it takes less than two breaths.

The emperor didn't speak, but his eyes were shining.

Hurriedly walked behind the first two Ming officials and looked at the poems they copied for Chen Changfeng.

Rumble!

The emperor only felt that his brain was about to explode.

It turned out to be really poems, and the level of these two poems is impeccable.

"Look what they do, put your ears up, or the prince will cut you off." Chen Changfeng walked behind the third Ming official and kicked him lightly.

"The mica screen is deep in candle shadows, and the long river is gradually falling."

"Chang'e should repent of stealing the elixir, the blue sea and blue sky and night heart."

"Good poetry!" The emperor had already walked up to Chen Changfeng at this moment, listening to the third poem he recited, his face was full of excitement.

The people of the Great Chu mission startled the emperor.

Xiang Qingqing frowned, and then said: "It's okay, we are already a lot ahead, the time for a stick of incense will end soon, Du Shixian doesn't have to worry." ”

Du Baifu frowned, Chen Changfeng's side had already affected him slightly.

But Du Baifu didn't believe that someone could really defeat himself with only half a stick of incense.

"Yaochi's mother's window opened, and Huang Zhu's singing voice was moving."

"Eight horses travel 30,000 miles a day, why don't King Mu do it again."

Chen Changfeng's fourth poem has been read.

Du Baifu's pen fell heavily on the paper.

Xiang Qingqing knew that Du Baifu's mood had been affected.

"Serve wine to Du Shixian again." Xiang Qingqing asked people to bring fine wine and personally unsealed Du Baifu.

Du Baifu poured two sips hard, and his brain was already a little drunk at the moment, but it did not affect him to continue to compose poetry at all.

On the contrary, it made his desire to compose poetry even stronger.

After five breaths, Du Baifu wrote another poem, and Xiang Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the direction of Chen Changfeng, at this moment Chen Changfeng had already come behind the tenth Ming official: "Send each other off in the mountains, and cover the firewood at dusk." The spring grass will be green next year, will the king and grandson return? ”

Hearing Chen Changfeng's poem, the corners of Xiang Qingqing's mouth twitched twice.

She could feel that the level of Chen Changfeng's poem was much higher than that of Du Baifu's poem.

If Du Baifu can't win Chen Changfeng with quality, then he can only rely on quantity.

At this moment, three-quarters of the incense has burned out.

Chen Changfeng has six fewer poems than Du Baifu.

must not be able to catch up, must not be able to catch up, Xiang Qingqing secretly prayed in his heart.

"The moon is falling and the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng is sleeping. Hanshan Temple outside the city of Gusu, the bell rings in the middle of the night to the passenger ship. When Xiang Qingqing prayed in his heart, Chen Changfeng's eleventh poem had already been recited.

Xiang Qingqing's heart trembled fiercely.

The Ming officials who were lying on the ground and copied the poems on paper for Chen Changfeng were all with their mouths wide open at the moment, and their faces were full of disbelief.

Is this really their Ming prince Chen Changfeng?

The incense burns shorter and shorter, and the last bit of it is almost burned out.

Du Baifu has already composed twenty-one poems, and at this moment Du Baifu feels that his brain has been squeezed dry.

I can't think of any verses.

With a wave of his hand, he put down the pen in his hand, and then sat on the ground and gasped.

And Chen Changfeng has already composed nineteen poems.

There are only the last two poems left to tie Du Baifu.

And only the last bit of incense remains.

"There's no time!" The emperor said anxiously.

Now there are only a few breaths of time.

If Chen Changfeng couldn't write two poems in a row, they would have lost to Du Baifu in terms of numbers.

But Chen Changfeng has already composed nineteen poems in a row, and each of them is a high-quality poem.

How is it possible to make two more poems in just a few breaths!

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!" Yao Xiaoren was also eager.

It's all done so far, and if you lose, you'll fall short.

Xiang Qingqing let out a long breath at this moment.

The hanging heart was also completely put down.

Without just a few breaths of time, Chen Changfeng would never have been able to make two more poems.

Yes, absolutely not!

Du Baifu also had a smile on his face.

Compared with himself, the kid is still young!

Chen Changfeng didn't speak, but looked at the incense that was about to burn out, and looked at the two Ming officials in front of him: "You two listen well: Spring City is full of flowers, and the cold food is east and willow." Candles were passed in the Han Palace at dusk, and light smoke dispersed into the house of the five marquis. ”

"The silver candle autumn light is cold, and the small fan flutters fireflies. The night is as cool as water, lying down to see the morning glory Vega. ”

After Chen Changfeng finished his last sentence, the last bit of incense left instantly fell into the incense burner.