Seeing that the last two poems were written at the moment when the incense was extinguished, the emperor's heart finally fell.

And at this moment, it is still jumping non-stop.

Twenty-one poems, a full twenty-one poems, Chen Changfeng really completed the miracle of twenty poems with only half a stick of incense.

A whole twenty-one poems were neatly placed on the stone slab in the center of the Taiji Hall, and from the first one, they were neatly laid down.

Du Baifu was a little dazed.

In this world, there are really such capable people, it only took half of his time to complete his difficult goal.

Xiang Qingqing was silent, and when Chen Changfeng was composing poems, she also noticed the content of those poems.

Xiang Qingqing knew very well that the poems he heard Chen Changfeng recite, each of them was stronger than Du Baifu's.

Now, the two of them have the same number of poems, and Chen Changfeng spends less time, but the quality is better.

Whoever wins, everyone already knows.

"His Royal Highness the Prince's poem is really well written, the moon is falling and the sky is full of frost, Jiang Feng is sleeping, this kind of artistic conception is really wonderful."

"This poem is also very good, the night is as cold as water, lying down and watching the morning glory Vega, no wonder His Royal Highness the Prince is so chic and uninhibited, you can see between the lines."

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is really strong, these twenty-one poems, there is only half a stick of incense, I was worried that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince couldn't do it, but I didn't expect that the minister has no eyes."

"I have a prince in the Ming Dynasty, which is really a blessing for the Ming Dynasty."

The Ming officials were very excited.

No one has ever believed that someone who composes poetry will be the opponent of Du Baifu, the great Chu poet.

But at the moment, they all felt like they had no eyes.

Chen Changfeng's strength has already impressed everyone.

Chen Changfeng just smiled.

After today, as long as he Chen Changfeng doesn't have problems in his brain, does anything to rebel and assassinate the emperor, his position as the crown prince will be unshaken.

And then, Chen Changfeng only needs to build his own court power, and by the way, disintegrate the factions of the second prince and the third prince.

The position of the future Emperor Ming is a sure thing.

The second prince had already gotten up, and at this moment, when he heard the praise of the hundred officials for Chen Changfeng, he smashed two punches at the pillar.

Not only did he not show his face today, but he made himself a joke.

The second prince was extremely resentful.

The emperor was very happy, and his eyes fell on Du Baifu: "Du Shixian, how about it, the two of you have written the same number of poems, but Changfeng only takes half of the time." ”

"Regardless of these first, if Du Shixian is not convinced, he can let everyone compare the poems on both sides to see who is of higher quality."

The emperor was very confident that he had finished reading all of Chen Changfeng's poems.

I have to say that each one can be called a swan song for the ages.

As for Du Baifu's poems, although they are not bad, they are still a lot worse than Chen Changfeng's.

Du Baifu's body shook, his complexion turned from blue to white, and then he actually returned to ruddy.

"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, His Royal Highness the dignified Prince Ming can't write poems by himself, and he actually steals the old man's old poems from a few years ago......"

"What?"

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's poems were stolen?"

"No, it won't!"

Du Baifu's words made everyone stunned.

Even Xiang Qingqing was stunned at the moment.

When did Du Baifu write such a poem?

Xiang Qingqing has read Du Baifu's poems since he was a child, and he has never seen one of them.

Don't......

Xiang Qingqing instantly understood what Du Baifu meant by this.

Xiang Qingqing was a little uncomfortable.

The dignified Chu Shixian was forced to such a point by Chen Changfeng, a teenager.

He didn't even hesitate to say that these poems were ......

"Ridiculous, you said you wrote these poems years ago, why have I never heard of them?" The emperor was the first to disbelieve.

Chen Changfeng's talent, the emperor knows.

Although Fang Cai's performance still surprised the emperor, the emperor absolutely did not believe that these poems were written by Du Baifu before.

If that's the case, why didn't Du Baifu say it?

The emperor's first instinct was that Du Baifu couldn't afford to lose now!

"Du Baifu, how can you say that you are also a Great Chu Shixian, and you can't afford to lose now?"

"How dare you even make up such a lie?" Yao Xiaoren is naturally on Chen Changfeng's side at this moment.

If you lose, you want to repay your debts, and even want to frame you, how can there be such a good thing.

The dignified Chu Shixian, for the sake of a name, don't want to have a face?

"I make it up?"

"If you don't believe it, unless he can write ten more poems of the same quality!"

"Don't think that the old man doesn't know, a few years ago, there were thieves in the old man's house, and all the new poems were stolen."

"I found out today that it was His Royal Highness the Prince of Daming 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 the time of half a stick of incense, Chen Changfeng recited twenty-one poems, and the stock in his stomach should have been used up a long time ago.

It is absolutely impossible to have ten more high-quality poems.

"Du Baifu, you are shameless!"

"My Ming prince can compose twenty-one poems, and he is physically and mentally exhausted at the moment, you are so shameless, let the prince compose ten more poems!"

"Such an act is also worthy of being called a poet?"

The Ming officials were completely furious.

The Great Chu Mission has been playing tricks and shamelessness repeatedly, but I didn't expect that now Du Baifu has brought the shameless spirit to the extreme.

Who can compose ten high-quality poems after twenty-one poems in a row?

Ask him Du Baifu, can he make two songs?

Xiang Qingqing didn't speak the whole time, she was now extremely afraid of Chen Changfeng in her heart.

"If he can't write it, then admit that it was him Chen Changfeng who stole the old man's poems."

"Prince Daming, you need to apologize to Ben Shixian immediately." Du Baifu's face did not change.

The word poetry is the achievement of his lifelong struggle.

You can't afford to lose at the hands of a teenager!

And he believes that Chen Changfeng will never be able to write ten more poems of the same quality.

"You're saying that the poems you lost are exactly these twenty-one poems, right?" Chen Changfeng said lightly.

"Yes, you kid is so young, and you have such a bad behavior......"

"Okay, don't pretend, I promise you that it's just ten poems."

"I'll write ten poems, and I'll give you one more."

"The prince can't!"

"Changfeng don't promise him!"

"Prince, Du Baifu is clearly cheating on you!"

The crowd shouted.

Chen Changfeng waved his hand and said to Du Baifu: "Then you can listen well, the first song: Changle Palace is connected to Yuanchun, and the Jade Mansion Golden Palace is singing a new song." There is no reason to enter and exit the monarch's gate, only the palace warbler can see people. ”

"Huh?" Du Baifu's face sank, he didn't expect Chen Changfeng to be able to make poems.

The people who persuaded Chen Changfeng just now were also silent at this moment, and then stared at Chen Changfeng.

"The second song: No flowers and no wine are clear, and the interest is like a wild monk. Yesterday, the neighbor begged for a new fire, and the dawn window was divided into reading lights. Chen Changfeng didn't even pause.

Du Baifu's body shook, and then he bracked up his mind and stared at Chen Changfeng deadly.

Xiang Qingqing bit her lip tightly and didn't say a word.

"The Third ......"

"The Fourth ......"

"Song 9 ......"

"This is the tenth song: drunk farewell to the orange and grapefruit fragrance of Jianglou, and the river wind leads the rain into the cool boat. Yijun is in Xiaoxiangyue, and he is sad to hear that the ape is growing in his dream. ”

"Ten poems are finished, what else does Du Shixian have to say!" From the beginning of the first poem to the end of the tenth, Chen Changfeng barely has any pauses.

There was no sound from the crowd.

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 didn't speak for a long time.

Xiang Qingqing somehow, inexplicably felt extremely aggrieved in her heart, looking at Chen Changfeng, tears fell down.

Du Baifu looked at the latest ten poems that were neatly placed in front of him, and the whole person staggered and fell to the ground.

"By the way, I just said, compose ten poems, and send one more to Du Shixian." Chen Changfeng looked at Du Baifu who was sitting on the ground, and smiled slightly: "Changfeng's article is here, and the light is long."

I don't know if the crowd is stupid, so I slander and hurt it.

The grasshopper shakes the tree, which is ridiculous.

Before Iyugo, he raised his neck and looked at each other from afar. ”