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.


Chapter completed!