Ye Chen was slightly taken aback, then said, "Du Dafu, don't talk big. I don't believe you're that good. Have you run out of inspiration and can't write any more poems?!"
After saying that, Ye Chen sneered and said, "If you've run out of ideas, you can admit defeat. There's no need to waste time!"
He actually felt that Gu Jian had lost his ability to write poetry.
After all, writing poetry is a very demanding thing to do.
In his view, Du Dafu had already used up a great deal of his talent by writing an untitled poem.
It is difficult to produce poems of the same level in a short period of time.
This is also why Ye Chen wanted him to come first.
Anyway, I have poems from Green Star that I can use at will.
As long as Du Dafu's next poem doesn't reach the level of "Untitled," he will definitely be able to beat him.
The Third Prince, Long Jingtian, shared the same idea.
Looking at Gu Jian, he smiled coldly and said, "Du Dafu, as long as you admit that you've run out of talent, it's fine for me to go first."
Gu Jian shook his head and smiled, "Third Prince, Ye Xiaofan, why bother? I was originally planning to hold back a little something, but since that's the case, then I'm sorry."
"Next, you will know what despair is."
despair?!
Ye Chen was slightly taken aback; Du Dafu was really quite arrogant.
He was driven to despair by poetry alone.
The Third Prince also sneered.
In his opinion, Du Dafu could never produce another poem comparable to "Untitled".
Even if he were to write a poem that is even better than "Untitled", he would not feel despair.
Du Dafu must be obsessed with saving face.
The Third Prince, Long Jingyun, smiled slightly and said, "Du Dafu, since that's the case, then you may begin. If your poetry can make this prince feel despair, this prince will be extremely fortunate."
Listen carefully!
Gu Jian smiled slightly, stood up from his chair, and a folding fan appeared in his hand at some point, exuding an air of elegance and unrestraint.
This action instantly made the lewd and vulgar East and West, the lustful and promiscuous South and North, and the weak-willed young master sit up straight.
The other talented men also felt a chill run down their spines.
"I don't know why, but I suddenly have a feeling that Du Dafu is about to unleash a powerful move."
"Ye Xiaofan and the Third Prince are clearly trying to reduce Du Dafu's thinking time, preventing him from producing excellent poems. They're trying to win through such despicable means. But I have a feeling they're trying to force out Du Dafu's strongest side!"
"Du Dafu said that poetry would bring despair in the future. I'm suddenly looking forward to it. I wonder what kind of poems he will produce."
"If his poems can make me feel despair today, I would be willing to die here."
"good……"
A series of sounds rang out.
All eyes were on Gu Jian.
Behind the beaded curtain, Queen Lin Shiyu was the same.
Her expression was full of anticipation.
Feng Yantong also looked at Gu Jian, captivated by his dashing and unrestrained appearance.
The restaurant in the distance.
Ye Qingcheng, Ai Youwei, Liu Ruyan, and Su Mengyao were all scanning everything with their divine senses, feeling both nervous and expectant.
Inside the Immortal Phoenix Pavilion, Gu Jian smiled slightly and said, "Gentlemen, this is a narrative poem. Please listen."
Those present were startled by his words, sensing once again that he was about to unleash a powerful move.
Ye Chen had a bad feeling.
He wondered if he had made a mistake.
The Third Prince, Long Jingtian, also frowned.
In the main hall of the Immortal Phoenix Tower, Gu Jian's smile slowly faded, and his expression became worried and solemn.
Immediately, Gu Jian's deep voice rang out.
"The Han emperor, captivated by beauty, longed for a woman who could topple a kingdom, but for many years he could not find one..."
As a line of poetry fell to the ground.
Ye Chen and the Third Prince Long Jingtian were slightly taken aback.
Ye Chen understood the meaning of this poem—
"Han Dynasty emperors had a fondness for beautiful women. After becoming emperor, they searched for beautiful women for many years, but to no avail."
Du Fu wanted to write a love poem, but the opening line describes the emperor searching for beauties. What kind of nonsense is that?
This almost made Ye Chen laugh.
I think Du Fu has run out of talent.
And he had actually been fooled, thinking that he was really going to unleash a powerful move.
The Third Prince, Long Jingtian, listened attentively and then smiled.
The theme of the poetry gathering was love poems.
However, Du Dafu used a lustful emperor as the protagonist in his poems.
No matter how well this poem is written, it is ultimately a failure.
"What despair? You just want to make me, the prince, laugh at you."
The Third Prince, Long Jing, muttered to himself, feeling much more at ease.
The other talented men were also surprised to hear this, and secretly worried for Gu Jian.
At this moment, Gu Jian's voice rang out again.
"The Han emperor, captivated by beauty, longed for a woman who could topple a kingdom, but after ruling the realm for many years, he could not find one."
The Yang family has a daughter who has just come of age, but she is kept hidden away in her boudoir and remains unknown to the world.
Her natural beauty was hard to conceal, and one day she was chosen to serve by the king's side.
A single glance back, a smile that could launch a thousand ships; the beauties of the six palaces pale in comparison.
In the spring chill, the emperor bestowed a bath at Huaqing Pool, where the smooth hot spring waters cleansed her delicate skin.
The maidservant helped her up, her body weak and delicate, just as she was beginning to receive the emperor's favor.
With cloud-like hair, a beautiful face, and golden hairpins swaying, she spends a warm spring night in the hibiscus-scented tent.
The spring night is fleeting, and the sun rises high; from then on, the emperor no longer holds morning court.
She was always busy serving guests and entertaining them, spending her days in spring outings and her nights with them.
Of the three thousand beauties in the imperial harem, all the emperor's favor was bestowed upon one person.
In the golden palace, she adorns herself to serve the night; in the jade pavilion, after the banquet, she is drunk with spring.
Sisters and brothers were all granted land, bringing glory to their family.
This led parents throughout the land to wish for daughters rather than sons.
The Lishan Palace rises high into the clouds, and celestial music drifts on the wind, heard everywhere.
Slow songs and leisurely dances, accompanied by the sounds of strings and bamboo instruments, kept the emperor entertained all day long.
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