Chapter 1976

Chapter 1976

Song Qingshu was able to write a poem in one step because he was the grandson of the Great Zhou Shixian.

But what about Tang Yu?

How could a mere aboriginal have the right to be compared with Song Qingshu!

At this moment, even Song Qingshu couldn't help but look extremely ugly after seeing Tang Yu's ability.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, just three poems are not enough to explain anything. I think Tang Yu will soon be exhausted." Song Qingshu said with a cold face.

Hearing this, Tang Yu sneered disdainfully, picked up a jar of wine again and drank it down.

"Is my talent exhausted? Then open your eyes wide open and see if I, Tang Yu, am exhausted!"

"There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. She looks at the Qingren city and then the Qingren country!"

"There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. I know it's not snow from afar, because there is a faint fragrance coming!"

Tang Yu sang a poem with a sip of wine, which directly shocked everyone.

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In the blink of an eye, Tang Yu had taken six steps and had also written six poems, which was only one short of Song Qingshu.

Seeing this, Zhou Shaotian and Song Qingshu's expressions turned extremely ugly, because they found that Tang Yu had no intention of stopping.

As long as Tang Yu sings another song, it will prove that Song Qingshu has lost!

However, what everyone didn't expect was that Tang Yu did not take the last step in a hurry, but sat down with the wine jar in his arms.

He wanted Zhou Shaotian and Song Qingshu to be convinced of his defeat!

"There is a bright moon on the sea, and we are together at this moment in the world. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they wake up missing each other at night. They extinguish the candles and feel the full light of pity. They feel the dew in their clothes. They can't bear to give them away, but they still have a good night's sleep!"

"The beans are burning when they are boiled, and the beans are weeping in the cauldron. They are from the same root, so there is no need to fry them in a hurry."

"The bright moon rises from the Tianshan Mountains, and in the vast sea of ​​clouds, the wind blows tens of thousands of miles across the Yumen Pass!"

As Tang Yu spoke faster and faster, a poem reached the ears of the students.

Unconsciously, Tang Yu sang far more poems than Song Qingshu.

At this moment, countless students present looked at Tang Yu with expressions of disbelief, and they were all shocked and speechless.

Until Tang Yu finished reading the last poem, the whole audience was silent for a while!

At this moment, no one dared to make a sound.

Everyone looked at Tang Yu in the field with dull eyes, their expressions were extremely horrified!

"Three...three hundred poems! His Highness Tang Yu recited three hundred poems!"

"Oh my god! Am I dreaming? How could someone sing three hundred different poems in one breath! And each one is astonishing!"

"Now I finally understand what it means that there are people outside the world, and there is a world outside the world. Tang Yu is the real poetry immortal!"

Hearing the voices of everyone talking, Song Qingshu's inner collapse was like the Yellow River bursting its banks.

The originally delicate face also showed a ferocious, pig liver color.

He has never lost to anyone in poetry.

I thought I could easily defeat Tang Yu with just seven poems.

But what's the result?

The clown is himself!

Zhou Shaotian's expression on the side was equally ugly. He looked as if he had eaten a dead fly and felt unspeakable discomfort all over his body.

"Even if you are the grandson of the Great Zhou Shixian, can you recite three hundred poems in one breath?"

"Now, I ask you, if anyone else is dissatisfied, I, Tang Yu, will accompany you to the end!"

Tang Yu looked at Zhou Shaotian and Song Qingshu with sharp eyes.