Chapter 2271

Chapter 2271

At this moment, Chu Yunteng, Liang Bo and others all looked ashen.

I thought this was a poetry competition with Tang Yu, but it turned out that they were crushed unilaterally.

"I have never admired anyone in my life, but I really admire the boss Tang Yu from the bottom of my heart. Not only is he handsome, he is also so talented. How can there be such a perfect man in the world!"

"Your Highness Tang Yu, I want to marry you! I want to marry you home and let you sing and recite poems to me every day!"

"Haha, isn't Chu Yunteng looking for abuse when comparing poems and songs with the boss? Even if a hundred more people come, I'm afraid they won't be the opponent of the boss."

Hearing the sarcastic voices from the crowd, Chu Yunteng's face turned extremely ugly.

As the crown prince of the Chu Empire, the overlord of the world, Chu Yunteng believed that he had never lost to anyone in poetry.

But he didn't expect that he would stumble here with Tang Yu.

The most important thing is that losing to Tang Yu is nothing. What really makes Chu Yunteng angry is losing face in front of all the students.

"Humph, what kind of talent is a mere poem? It's all a coincidence. Maybe Tang Yu copied these two poems somewhere. It doesn't prove Tang Yu's strength at all." Chu Yunteng snorted coldly, but he was still stubborn. He refused to admit losing to Tang Yu.

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Everyone was sighing and looked at Chu Yunteng with a hint of contempt and sarcasm in their eyes.

As the saying goes, if you lose, you don't lose. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Chu Yunteng lost, but he still refuses to admit it.

Liang Bo and others on the side also echoed: "Yes, if you have the ability, Tang Yu can recite another poem!"

"Do you really think that reading two poems can make you arrogant? Even a gentleman from the academy cannot create three different poems in a short period of time!"

"Yes, if you, Tang Yu, can still compose a poem, then we will admit that you are better than us!"

Hearing this, Tang Yu sneered. Tang Yu had no reason to refuse this kind of suicide attempt that came to his door.

Since they want to die, then let them die clearly!

"Okay, then please listen carefully to my third poem "Old General's Journey"."

"When the boy was fifteen or twenty, he captured Hu Maqi on foot."

"If you shoot the white-fronted tiger in the mountains, you will be willing to kill the yellow-bearded tigers in the mountains."

"One body has traveled three thousand miles, and one sword has served as a division for millions."

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"Old General's Journey" is a poem written by Wang Wei, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. This poem tells the story of a veteran general who fought bravely as a young man. After moving to the battlefield, he was abandoned because of his failure. However, he refused to accept his old age and regained his ambition when the war on the border resumed. Since then, I still want to make contributions to the country.

The large number of words used in the poem are filled with patriotic passion from beginning to end, and the style is desolate and tragic, but sad but not sad.

"Wei Qing's undefeated victory is a matter of luck; Li Guang's lack of success is due to luck."

As Tang Yu finished reading the last line of his poem, the whole place fell into deathly silence.

Everyone stared at Tang Yu with wide eyes as if they were seeing a ghost.

Especially Chu Yunteng and others, their horrified eyes almost popped out, no words could describe the shock in their hearts.

At this moment, everyone felt as if Tang Yu had been slapped hard in the face invisibly.

It's a dull pain!

One second it was said that Tang Yu had exhausted his talents, but the next second Tang Yu created new poems.

The slap in the face came so suddenly that Chu Yunteng and others were stunned on the spot.

"This this…"

Chu Yunteng was speechless and couldn't speak. He was shocked and frightened.

Is there no limit to what Tang Yu can do in poetry?

Liang Bo and others were constantly cursing in their hearts, and their moods were extremely complicated.

You know, even a poetry master would never be able to create three different poems in a short period of time, and each one would be impeccable.

"Too young after all."