"Are these five articles enough?"
Du Chaowen and the other three looked at each other, frowned, and asked in confusion: "Li Fu (young prince), what do you mean?"
Li Fu did not answer, but raised his hand to call the maid, and asked her to take all five poems written by Du Chaowen to the beauty stand and give them to Xuanxuan.
Then, Li Fu turned to look at Xuanxuan and said, "Then I would like Miss Xuanxuan to recite Mr. Du's poems to everyone, so that everyone can make a judgment in their minds and see whether the poems of this king and Mr. Du are good. Which one is better and which one is worse?"
"What about the young prince's poems?" Xuanxuan couldn't help but ask.
Li Fu replied nonchalantly: "You just need to recite Mr. Du's poems. As for my king's poems...I will naturally give you an explanation later."
After receiving the poems handed over by the maid, Xuanxuan's eyes lit up, and she couldn't put it down and read them one by one, with a look of intoxication on her face, she was so fascinated by them.
After a while, the maid next to her couldn't help but remind her, and then Xuanxuan came back to her senses.
"I'm sorry, the slave family is rude and kept everyone waiting for a long time." After apologizing to everyone, Xuanxuan picked up the first piece of paper and said with high spirits: "Next, the slave family will recite Mr. Du's first poem "" "Climb high", the wind is strong and the ape high in the sky is screaming..."
"slow!"
As a result, Xuanxuan had just finished reading half a sentence of the poem when she was interrupted by Li Fu's voice.
Under Xuanxuan's doubtful and displeased eyes, Li Fulang said loudly: "The wind is strong and the apes high in the sky are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhugzhou. The endless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in. The sad autumn of thousands of miles is a frequent guest, and it has been a hundred years. He was sick and alone on the stage. He was suffering from hardship and hated the frost on his temples, and his wine glass was newly stained. Is this how Mr. Du's poems were written?"
From the moment Li Fu read out the first line of the poem, Xuan Xuan's beautiful eyes widened slightly, her face filled with disbelief. The more Li Fu recited, the more astonished Xuan Xuan became. During this time, her eyes were fixed on the handwriting on the paper, making comparisons.
There was silence on the field, although others could not see the poem written on the paper and wondered whether it was the same as what Li Fu recited.
But just by looking at Xuanxuan's expression, one can almost guess that they are almost inseparable.
As a result, whispers could not help but resound in the field, and they became louder and louder like a buzzing buzz.
The one who had the biggest reaction was undoubtedly Du Chaowen.
His expression changed rapidly from surprise, confusion, panic, and fear. Finally, when Li Fu finished reciting the entire poem, his face turned pale and he was covered in cold sweat!
"You, how do you know this poem? How can you know this poem!" Du Chaowen stared at Li Fu with panic eyes and screamed in disbelief.
"How do I know this?" Li Fu's tone was inexplicable: "Where did you mention this word "Ye"? Mr. Du, where did you know this poem?"
"I, I..." Knowing that he had said the wrong thing in a hurry, Du Chaowen quickly changed his words and said, "No! I mean... I mean, how could you know the poem I just composed?"
"Did you just compose a poem? Haha..." Li Fu's expression was subtle. He did not answer Du Chaowen's question. Instead, he turned to look at Xuanxuan, who had fallen into a daze on the beauty stage, and urged: "Miss Xuanxuan, you I haven’t answered my question yet. Is the poem Mr. Du just composed exactly the same as the one I recited?”
Xuanxuan came back to her senses, first looked at Du Chaowen with complicated eyes, and then nodded with difficulty.
Seeing this, Ye Qing and Xia Wenyuan looked at Du Chaowen together, and their expressions became a little ugly.
The people who can sit here today are all fine people with sharp minds. They felt something was wrong ever since Li Fu happily agreed to compete in poetry competition. Li Fu has been confident since then, and now he can even recite the poem Du Chaowen just composed... Suddenly, a bad suspicion appeared in their minds.
Without giving them a chance to ask their doubts, Li Fu immediately urged: "Miss Xuanxuan, continue reading the second poem."
Xuanxuan calmed herself down and spoke again: ""Broken Arrangement: Reading the sword while drunk", reading the sword while drunk..."
"Watching swordsmanship while drunk, I dreamed about the trumpet-playing camp... Winning fame in life and death, but the misfortune happened in vain! But right? Right, it's the next song!"
As soon as Xuanxuan started, Li Fu interrupted her, and then quickly recited the entire poem.
""Tianjingsha·Autumn Thoughts"..."
"Withered vines, old trees and dim crows...heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Next song!"
""Jiang Xue"..."
"Thousands of birds fly away...fishing alone in the cold river snow. Continue!"
""The Sapphire Case: Yuan Xi"..."
"The east wind blows thousands of flowers into the trees at night, and even blows them down, and the stars are like rain... The crowd has searched for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he is there, in the dim light. Well, is there any mistake?"
After reciting the last song "The Sapphire Case: Yuan Xi" fluently, Li Fu couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Just now, he specifically proposed that there should be no restrictions on the subject matter or format, just because he was afraid that Du Chaowen would choose some more unusual poems and he would not be able to do it again.
In that case, although it can be explained, the effect will be greatly reduced!
In such an important scene as today, as long as there are no restrictions, Du Chaowen will most likely take out the poems at the bottom of the box - and sure enough, he fell into Li Fu's trap.
The whole process was like a quick question and answer session. When Li Fu read out all five poems without thinking, the audience became silent.
In response to Li Fu's inquiry, Xuanxuan just shook her head numbly.
With a "pop", Du Chaowen fell limply on the chair as if his bones had been taken away. His whole body was shaking. His eyes looking at Li Fu were full of confusion and despair. He no longer had the high-spiritedness he had just when he was the center of attention. .
"Why... why do you know these poems? You shouldn't! It's obviously not there! I checked them all..." Du Chaowen murmured with dull eyes. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and looked at Li Fu suddenly. He shouted in fear: "I know! You..."
"boom!"
Before he could finish speaking, Li Fu kicked the table violently!
This time, Li Fu showed no mercy, and the heavy table hit Du Chaowen's chest like a cannonball. Everyone only heard a crisp "crack" sound, and Du Chaowen's chest was instantly knocked dry. It is estimated that the entire sternum and internal organs were shattered!
A mouthful of blood spurted out. Du Chaowen stared at Li Fu with his eyes filled with resentment, unwillingness, fear and despair. He continued to make "ho ho ho" sounds in his throat, but he could not finish the second half of the sentence until his breath died. Speak up.
Li Fu didn't know what he wanted to say, but he'd better shut up!
And at the moment Du Chaowen died, the notification sound of the "Villain System" in Li Fu's mind also sounded at the same time: "It has been detected that the protagonist of Destiny has died nearby. The cause of death is directly related to the host! Congratulations, you have obtained Destiny Points of 5000!"
There are actually 5,000 life points? Li Fu couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw this number.
I killed Henry Zhang before, but only gave him 4,000 life points, and that was under the condition of double reward for the first kill.
In other words, Henry Zhang himself is only worth 2,000 destiny points, less than half of Du Chaowen's!
But judging from the script of Xiao Yang's protagonist, he will definitely be a big man who can proclaim himself an emperor and destroy gods, step on the feet of immortals and Buddhas, and dominate a world!
And this Du Chao's low literary attainment, and his behavior of copying poems to become famous all the way through the imperial examination should be the path of Wenzhao Gong who entered the officialdom. In the future, if you enter the officialdom of Daxia, you will at most sit in the position of Ye Qing's grandfather, the Grand Master of the current dynasty, and the leader of the literati.
The upper limit gap between the two is so big, why is Du Chaowen more valuable than Henry Zhang?
