The prince is very cruel

Chen Tu looked at Guan Ning nervously, and Guan Ning gave him a reassuring look.

He mustered up his courage and recited, "Ten years of life and death, I have been separated by time. Even if I don't think about it, I will never forget it!"

"A thousand miles away, a lonely grave, with no one to talk to about my desolation. Even if we meet, we won't recognize each other, with dust on our faces and hair like frost."

In an instant, the entire Shangyin Pavilion was shaken and silent.

Their eyes changed from terror to dementia, and finally to tears... Ten years of uncertainty between life and death...

Guan Ning was the only one in the whole audience who could laugh secretly. This was one of the ten greatest works of Mr. Dongpo, a work that would be passed down through the ages and be deified. Even a scholar like He Zhijie would have to admit defeat after reading it.

And Chen Tu's performance continued: "Last night, I dreamt of returning home, sitting by the window, dressing up..."

Word by word, he pushed the entire poem to an unparalleled height. At this time, Chen Tu had no idea how big an earthquake he would cause.

When the song ended, the whole audience fell silent, and then erupted into thunderous cheers.

"A poem that will last forever, a poem that will last forever!"

"This poem has reached the pinnacle, it has reached the pinnacle, no one can surpass it, no one!" Some scholars of the older generation shouted excitedly.

"Quick, quickly record it. It will be passed down through the ages. It will be the glory of our generation!"

Everyone went crazy and was shocked.

Even Pei Xingwen couldn't help but stand up suddenly, his pupils were shaking. As a university scholar, he was undoubtedly a genius in literature, but he had read all the ancient history and had never read such an amazing article!

This poem must be shown to His Majesty!

Lu Ziming and other scholars who were known as child prodigies and geniuses sighed and said, "I lost."

"Brother Chen, you win this question."

Chen Tu stood there, at a loss: "Guan, Brother Guan, what's going on?"

"Did I read this poem wrong?"

Guan Ning chuckled softly and said, "That's right, that's right."

"You're going to be famous now, get ready for all the beautiful ladies to flirt with you," he joked.

Chen Tu scratched his head in embarrassment, feeling quite embarrassed. He knew very well that the poem was written by Guan Ning.

Guan Ning smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and signaled him to relax. As long as he didn't say it, Chen Tu was the author.

At this time, the expressions of the people at Shangyin Pavilion were a little ugly. It seemed that Lu Ziming was about to succeed, but they didn't expect that an unknown Chen Tu would appear.

On the Quetai, Qin Ke frowned and stepped forward to take a look: "Chen Tu, did you really write this poem?"

Many people looked at him with suspicion. After all, Chen Tu was somewhat famous, and it was really unexpected that he suddenly wrote such a rare and unique poem in a century.

Chen Tu suddenly became nervous and looked at Guan Ning.

Guan Ning walked out with his hands behind his back, coughing deliberately, like a person who was terminally ill.

"Cough cough!"

"Mr. Qin, what do you mean by this?"

"Brother Chen's poems were of course written by him. Otherwise, who would be willing to give away such a timeless masterpiece?"

"Ask these people here, who is willing?"

Suddenly, everyone in the audience shook their heads. No one would give away such a poem that could be passed down through the ages, no matter how much money they were offered.

This sentence blocked Qin Ke's heart. His Confucian face looked a little ugly. Although he was unwilling, he had no choice.

He glanced at Guan Ning and Chen Tu deeply and said, "Mr. Chen, your talent is unparalleled in the world, but I hope your next question will still be as outstanding!"

The implication is that if you cannot perform to your level next, the poem is questionable.

"Don't worry, Mr. Qin." Guan Ning replied on behalf of Chen Tu. It can't be said that he dislikes him, nor can he say that he likes him.

"I declare that Jiang Chengzi, who left with Chen Tu, wins!" Qin Ke was forced to say. After all, everyone was convinced by this result and no one objected.

It was obvious to the naked eye that many people had already regarded Chen Tu as an idol. In the outer attics, many girls could not help but open the windows to look in, and even sent their maids to squat outside.

Chen Tu became even more panicked. It was lonely at the top, and his knowledge was not as good as Guan Ning's, so it would be exposed sooner or later.

"Brother Guan, what should we do? Will we be exposed soon?"

"If my eldest sister knew, she would beat me to death!"