The substitute prince: Reported the emperor's brother at the beginning

"In that case, you two can compete again!"

“Until the winner is determined.”

Ning Yi spoke, he knew very well that now they were about to compete with each other in terms of their background.

Whoever writes more poems that can be considered masterpieces wins.

As the top scholar, Du Changfeng wrote quite a few poems.

He is not afraid of numbers!

While speaking, he was reciting a poem.

“Without spring rain, flowers will not bloom; after the spring rain, the flowers will disappear!”

"Flowers are more affectionate in the rain, who will love the flowers that fall in the rain?"

Immediately afterwards, Ahmad was worthy of being the Barbarian, the number one magical power in these years.

He is still on par with them.

Next, the two of them recited seven poems each.

Until the eighth song.

Ahmad's poems were not good enough and he was defeated.

Ahmad lowered his head and walked down the platform.

The people around began to cheer enthusiastically.

"The Wu Kingdom is mighty!"

The shouts were loud all of a sudden.

Emperor Wu also smiled happily, as expected, there was no way that the Wu Kingdom could lose in a literary competition.

How dare a small barbarian tribe compete with our Wu Kingdom in literary combat?

It's like an egg hitting a stone, bringing about its own destruction!

Du Changfeng stood proudly on the spot, even though he had already memorized eight poems.

But he still spoke confidently, "Is there anyone else in the Barbarian Mission who would challenge me to a literary duel?"

The confident words gave the barbarian delegation a strong deterrent effect.

Next, several barbarian talents, young and old, came on stage.

Du Changfeng was forced to memorize more than a dozen poems.

The barbarian delegation was defeated and Du Changfeng challenged three of them alone.

This also made the barbarian delegation lose all their arrogance, and the right prime minister also looked unhappy.

He didn't expect Ahmad to lose!

I never thought that the top scholar's poem from the Wu Kingdom was so extraordinary!

"It seems that the barbarians don't have many people left, so it's time to go on stage!"

"Could it be that you, the Right Prime Minister, are coming here in person to compete?"

Ning Yi also provoked the barbarians at this time

The barbarian delegation was naturally furious.

I just lost the fight, and now there is no one to fight with me.

This is a complete disgrace to the Wu Kingdom!

The right prime minister's expression became increasingly ugly.

Just as he was thinking about how to respond to Ning Yi.

At this time, a maid walked up to the right prime minister and whispered a few words.

Then the maid stepped onto the platform.

"Who said that my barbarian tribe has no one?"

"Let me compete with you in poetry!"

Although the maid was talking to Du Changfeng, her eyes were fixed on Ning Yi.

At this time, Ning Yi was also a little surprised.

The unruly woman whom he had thrown away twice would actually appear in the literary competition.

Could it be that she completely broke down after seeing me and came up to me on her own initiative?

Isn't this just giving away your life?

Du Changfeng was speechless at this time. Even if the barbarians had no literati, they couldn't let a woman come up to compete, right?

And judging from the woman's attire, doesn't she look like a maid from the barbarian delegation?

"Right Prime Minister, do you want this maid to disgrace you?"

After Du Changfeng finished speaking, the Right Prime Minister responded coldly.

"Don't underestimate the women of my barbarian tribe. It's impossible for you, the top scholar of Wu Country, to lose to her!"

"How ridiculous! I, Du Changfeng, am about to lose to your barbarian maid! I'm going to get off the stage!"

Du Changfeng immediately counterattacked, he had such confidence.

Even though he had already recited a lot of his poems and essays.

But he still has several excellent works that can be used for competition!

"Remember what you said!"

"If you lose, get off the stage!"

"Also, regarding the poetry competition, if you just recite a poem you wrote before, then what kind of poetic talent is being tested?"

"If we want to compete, let's compete in poems written on the spot, using the same title, and see who does it better."

"I don't believe you can match me in writing poetry on the spot!" The maid's words were shocking.

This revealed a more exciting way of fighting, which Du Changfeng had not expected.

Therefore, Du Changfeng burst into laughter.

"Come on, let's compete!"

"I can beat a mere maid like you by writing poetry on the spot!"

"I won't bully your Wu Kingdom either. Let the Sixth Prince set the questions!"

The barbarian maid pointed at Ning Yi and said coldly.

Ning Yi smiled and shook his head, and naturally would not back down.

He responded, "Okay, then I'll set the question!"

“Spring is the beginning of all four seasons, and it means beauty!”

"Then let's do Wing Chun."

As soon as Ning Yi finished speaking, Du Changfeng began to pace back and forth.

But the barbarian maid said, "We have a topic, but we have to limit the time, otherwise we will end up like the setting sun."

"How about this, take seven steps and make a poem!"

"If you can't come up with a poem after seven steps, you lose!"

Such arrogant words naturally caused complaints from the surrounding people.

"Where did this crazy woman come from?"

"How dare you dream of composing a poem in just seven steps? How shameless!"

"I think she wrote it in advance!"

"Yes, she thought about it in advance and proposed a time limit because she knew our champion had already recited several Wing Chun poems!"

The people's voices of doubt resounded throughout the sky.

Before the Wu Kingdom responded.

The barbarian maid began to walk.

"In early spring, the moss returns late, and the fragrance touches my face and brings me love!"

"In the quiet night, the dew is cold and the flowers are endless, while the bright moon and the cool breeze linger in the shadows!"

The barbarian maid recited very quickly, almost like poetry, and took two slow steps.

So he wrote a Wing Chun poem.

But she wasn't done yet.

"The springtime is full of splendor, and the flying catkins and fallen petals are soft and gentle."

"The wind blows the green wheat, making it look extra green; the rain moistens the red apricots, making them look extra shy!"

After taking four steps, he recited another poem about spring.

At this moment, everyone was shocked!

Even Du Changfeng was shocked!

But the barbarian maid continued to speak as she walked.

"In the spring breeze of March, flowers bloom in brocade, and sentimental fools are easily saddened by spring!"

"Flowers fall and youth goes with the wind, Liang Ye's whispers are even more enchanting!"

After walking seven steps, the barbarian maid began to recite three poems fluently.

The people of Wu had never heard of these three poems.

You can also be sure that this is not copied from someone else.

If she just copied her own, it would be difficult for one person to write three masterpieces of the same quality.

Who would keep writing Wing Chun?

This barbarian maid is really talented.

But Du Changfeng still hasn't thought of it.

The Wu Kingdom obviously lost, even though no one on the Wu Kingdom side responded to his demands.

But now the Wu Kingdom cannot play any word games.

After all, the culture of Wu State was prosperous, so it would be a shame to be so fussy with a barbarian maid.

That would be a disgrace to the Wu Kingdom.

So when Ning Yi saw the Emperor Wu's gesture, he said, "Barbarian women are indeed incredibly talented in literature!"

"Du Changfeng lost this game."

Ning Yi's words also made Du Changfeng quickly walk down from the platform.

The barbarian delegation immediately shouted.

After all, the barbarian delegation is now in the upper hand, and the top scholar of the Wu Kingdom has been defeated.

What do others have to be afraid of?

The barbarian maid said calmly, "Are there any scholars from the Wu Kingdom who dare to compete with me in poetry? If not, surrender immediately!"

"Seven steps to compose a poem, or three poems at that! No one in this world can do it except me!"

The barbarian maid's wild words aroused the civil officials' common hatred.

"Little girl, don't be so arrogant!"

"Isn't it just seven steps to a poem?"

"I want to compete with you!"