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"Why not."

"Three days ago I wrote ten poems with one stick of incense."

"This time I also spent the same time, but I... wrote three hundred poems."

"Because of time constraints, I won't write it. Is it possible to recite it in the form of reciting?"

"As long as you, Fan Yang Lu, can find the poem I recited within the same stick of incense, I, Yang Fei, will lose." Yang Fei said in a deep voice.

He has an encyclopedia of poetry.

It contains endless poems.

Yang Fei also roughly calculated that the limit of reciting poems within one stick of incense is three hundred.

Reciting three hundred poems by myself is already the limit.

No matter how monstrous methods Fan Yang and Lu have used, it is impossible for him to forge [-] poems within a stick of incense.

They probably haven't heard it yet.

Taking a ten thousand step back, even if Fan Yang and Lu family remember it clearly and make a fake out, Yang Fei has a second plan.

"Pfft-"

"Hahaha--"

"Yang Fei, did I hear you right?"

"One stick of incense can recite three hundred poems?"

"Do you think you are a poet or a poet?"

"Even Wenqu Xingxia can't do it!"

Lu Feiren was taken aback for a moment.

After reacting, he burst out laughing.

Three hundred poems per stick of incense is simply impossible.

Writing poetry requires inspiration and time to think.

In the time of a stick of incense, not to mention that it is impossible to create, it is impossible to recite [-] poems.

Lu Feiren didn't believe it.

Lu Zhaozhao and Fan Yang and the Lu family didn't believe it either.

Many people present laughed, mocking Yang Fei for not knowing what to do.

On Li Er's side, everyone looked embarrassed and disappointed, and shook their heads involuntarily.

"Hahaha."

"Yang Fei, don't say you recited it, even if you come out with a notebook and read it."

"As long as you can read [-] poems that none of the famous people present have heard before, and you are certain, within a stick of incense, you will win the confrontation."

Lu Feiren laughed.

At this time, Yang Fei is already a person who has surrendered in his heart.

It is impossible to meet the condition Yang Fei proposed.

Similarly, it is impossible for Fan Yang and Lu family to forge [-] poems within a stick of incense.

That being the case.

Lu Feiren should be more generous and let Yang Fei read it directly.

The premise is that Yang Fei has poems, which are poems that no one has heard.

And the most important point: get the affirmation of more than a dozen famous people in Chang'an City present.

These are all respected seniors in the literary world of the Tang Dynasty.

The poems that can make them sure are not ordinary poems like goose goose.

"Oh? Can you still read?"

Yang Fei laughed heartily, took out a brand new book several centimeters thick and put it on the stage.

This is a good poem that Yang Fei copied from the Encyclopedia of Poetry, which has not appeared before this era.

Lu Feiren's smile froze.

The expression on his face was as ugly as if he had eaten a fly.

He just asked Yang Fei to read it directly, and Yang Fei immediately took out a notebook.

Although the book looked a little different from ordinary books, it was undoubtedly a slap in the face of Lu Feren.

But then it occurred to him that even if Yang Fei read it, it would be impossible for him to read [-] poems that would satisfy the famous people present.

"Hmph, be careful not to bite your tongue." Lu Feiren said sarcastically.

It's just that Yang Fei has ignored him.

Instead, he said to the steward at the side: "Go down and plan to dig up Fan Yang Lu's ancestral grave and send it here."

After the butler listened, a smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth, he respectfully saluted Yang Fei, and left here.

"presumptuous!"

"Yang Fei, I think you are courting death!"

Lu Feiren shouted loudly.

The whole person suddenly stood up from his position.

He glared at Yang Fei like this, wishing he could immediately call the guards in and beat Yang Fei to death.

"Noisy!"

"What's wrong with me preparing the fruits of victory in advance?"

Yang Fei also shouted loudly.

Fan Yang and Lu Shi have already entered the set.

The time to prepare for the lore has come.

Lu Feiren blushed with anger, staring at Yang Fei.

Finally, he sat down with a cold snort, and at the same time asked people to do the same thing as Yang Fei.

Chapter 040 Tang Poems... 310 Poems

quickly……

Fan Yang Lu's people prepare the incense altar.

There are three incense sticks on it that have been verified by everyone.

At the same time, some people prepared the Four Treasures of the Study to record the poems written by Yang Fei and others.

For the sake of fairness, more than half of the more than ten famous Confucian scholars were selected as referees.

Kong Yingda and the others are all highly respected Confucian scholars, proud literati, and the ones who cherish their reputation the most.

The presence of these people can guarantee the fairness and justice of this confrontation.

This is what Li Er said about ensuring absolute fairness and justice.

This is not to say how good Li Er is to Yang Fei.

It's Li Er who wants to tell everyone that as long as he dares to fight against the Five Surnames and Seven Hopes, as the emperor, he will definitely be fair and just!

There are many people who are unhappy with five surnames and seven looks, which is equivalent to setting a precedent.

A good precedent, whether it is success or failure, as long as it is well operated, it will be rewarded.

Fan Yang Lu naturally could see what Li Er was thinking.

But why was this not what Fan Yang Lu wanted?

To crush Yang Fei in front of so many celebrities is to bully Li Er in disguise.

Invisibly, Fan Yang Lu's status was raised again.

At the same time, give a bloody lesson to those who want to target the Five Surnames and Seven Watches:

Even with the guarantee of Emperor Li Er, those who dare to offend the Five Surnames and Seven Wangs will end up miserable!

Yang Fei's solo show is about to start.

In his heart, he silently apologized to those great poets whose poems were to be stolen by him.

Then he drank to moisten his throat, and stood up with his brand new notebook.

Everyone in the audience looked at Yang Fei.

Everyone had different expressions, including ridicule, curiosity, disapproval, and so on.

Without exception.

No one in the room felt that Yang Fei could read [-] poems that were affirmed by the Confucianists present within a stick of incense.

Light up the incense and start.

"The first song "Xia Ke Xing": Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou is frosty and snowy... Killing a person in ten steps, never staying behind for a thousand miles..."

Yang Fei's voice came out slowly.

The scene suddenly seemed to have changed.

The majestic atmosphere surged, and the murderous aura slowly descended.

Everyone's disapproving expressions suddenly changed, and they all looked at Yang Fei in horror.

The bodies of the dozen or so famous Confucian scholars who had been invited over were shaken violently, their faces blushing with excitement.

"Nice poem!"

A celebrity exclaimed.

The celebrities who reacted immediately copied the poems on the desk.

The faces of Fan Yang, Lu Shi, Lu Feiren and others changed, but they didn't take it seriously.

A good poem is a good poem, but... only one!

Yang Fei ignored the emotions of the people present, and continued after a poem: "The second song "The Journey Is Difficult": A golden bottle of sake is worth ten thousand dollars, and a jade plate is worth ashamed of tens of thousands of dollars..."

This time, Yang Fei's speed was a little faster, but his words were still clear and full of emotion.

This time, some celebrities shouted good poems, and at the same time, some stood up from their seats with excitement.

The eyes of Li Er and the others sparkled, and they couldn't help but get excited, as if they saw the hope of victory.

Although Yang Fei has not yet proved that he can compose [-] poems within a stick of incense.

But these two poems alone can prove that Yang Fei has the level of good poems like "Will Enter the Wine".

It will also convince the Confucianists present that he did not plagiarize, but it is useless.

The faces of Lu Feiren and others were even more ugly, but they still didn't take it seriously.

Only two songs, what can prove it?

"The third song "Jiang Xue": Birds fly away in thousands of mountains, and people in thousands of paths disappear..."

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"Song No. 88 "Qingming": During the Qingming season, there are many rains, and the passers-by on the road want to die..."

Yang Fei's speed is getting faster and faster, and the speed of speaking is also getting faster and faster.

Everyone present went from shock to shock, and then became numb.

Everyone looked at Yang Fei in shock, and their minds stopped thinking about Yang Fei's poems.

A total of 88 poems are written almost in one go, all of which are good poems, and each poem is a classic that shocks the world.

Those great Confucians who were referees and records, as well as those who secretly recorded Yang Fei's poems in preparation for falsification, all froze their hands.