"etc."
Song Chi asked, "Whoever writes the most poems will be the winner. If that's the case, then I can write some too..."
He didn't even give Zhang Xiangyang a chance to speak and just recited it.
"A famous flower and a beautiful woman are in love with each other, and they are so beautiful that the king looks at them with a smile."
"To explain the infinite hatred of the spring breeze, I lean against the railing of the Chenxiang Pavilion."
Song Chi quickly composed a poem.
Hao Yongzhen, who had just sat down, stood up again. The famous flowers accompanied by the stunning beauty were so pleasing that the king kept looking at them with a smile on his face. The spring breeze understood the king's infinite melancholy, and they leaned on the railing together at the north of Chenxiang Pavilion.
Hao Yongzhen exclaimed, "The beauty of a beautiful woman is enough to attract the emperor's heart. This shows how beautiful she must be. This poem about a beautiful woman is truly a masterpiece of the time."
Zhang Xiangyang's face froze. He thought he had become the leader, but something unexpected happened.
Song Chi can still do it, and do it better than him.
If he wrote two poems at the same time, then Song Ming would not be the first.
But Song Chi had no expression on his face. After finishing one poem, he started writing another one.
"A red branch, gleaming with fragrance from the dew, yet the clouds and rain at Wushan Mountain are in vain, breaking one's heart."
"May I ask who in the Han Palace can be compared to Feiyan, who relies on her new dress."
The third song!
Fang Yingwu, Tang Yan and others looked delighted.
But Song Chi continued, one poem after another. The rare and beautiful verses of poetry and prose were poured out as freely as rain in Song Chi's writing, and everyone in the hall went from being shocked to being numb.
The scholar who was recording and writing rolled up his sleeves and kept writing.
One song after another.
Song Ming's face was as gloomy as water. Behind him was his servant Yang Xiuwen. Although he had never been famous, he was a genius of the time. He could only produce two poems after thinking hard all night, but Song Chi could produce so many easily.
He was desperate.
No one can defeat him, no one can compare to him.
Finally Song Chi stopped, he had already written ten poems in a row.
It stopped, finally stopped.
Hao Yongzhen was stunned and said, "I have only written nine poems in my life, and he wrote ten in just a moment."
Song Chi turned to Zhang Xiangyang and asked, "Do you have anything else to say?"
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