Throughout the Jinluan Palace.

Except for Guo Tianyi's loud voice, everyone was almost petrified.

"Quick, write it down quickly, don't miss any of Yi'er's poems." Emperor Feng Jing smiled from ear to ear. Even he was fascinated by such beautiful poems.

"Your Majesty, I'm remembering it."

Wei An wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had already called thirty young eunuchs.

I am afraid that I have missed any line of poems and songs by His Highness the King of Han.

The Wu envoy was dumbfounded.

Including Liu Yiheng, his eyes almost popped out of his head.

Such a strange scene almost scared them to death.

No one can remember how many songs.

For a full time, Guo Tianyi's voice did not stop.

Except for drinking, every poem has no pause.

All are masterpieces handed down from generation to generation.

"Your Majesty, there are five hundred songs..."

"His Royal Highness the King of Han has already recited five hundred poems with plum trees as the theme..."

Wei An was so frightened that he almost lost his mind. In front of the thirty young eunuchs, there were piles of bamboo slips, which almost turned into hills.

"Five...five hundred songs?"

"Oh My God..."

"His Royal Highness the King of Han, I would like to serve you as my Great Poet Immortal..."

"His Royal Highness is truly a divine man, the reincarnation of Wen Quxing..."

"Your Highness, I surrender. I can listen to so many masterpieces in this life. My life is not in vain..."

"Yes, our Highness will be the Immortal of Poetry from now on!"

Dafeng officials were all shocked, but more importantly, they recognized Guo Tianyi's talent.

It’s amazing how many masterpieces an ordinary person can write in a lifetime.

Who would have thought that Guo Tianyi could recite 500 poems in just one stick of incense?

Such a talent is enough to shock the world. He can be called a poet in this world?

"oh?"

"Five hundred songs?"

"Hiccup~"

Guo Tianyi burped and said nonchalantly, "I just finished warming up and haven't had enough fun yet. Where are you now?"

What?

His Highness the King of Han has just finished warming up?

Oh My God...

Everyone was dumbfounded, trembling and speechless.

terrible.

Is that human being?

Guo Tianyi ignored everyone's shock, looked at the petrified Liu Yiheng and said, "Old man, did I plagiarize these too? You have only composed more than a hundred poems in your life, and I chanted 500 poems in half an hour.

Are you convinced?"

"A dog with a broken spine."

"You dare to do tricks and bark in front of me?" Guo Tianyi stared at Liu Yiheng and said, "I have never seen you such a shameless old dog who is trying to gain fame and reputation!"

"I, I, I..." Listening to Guo Tianyi's curses, coupled with the impact of Guo Tianyi's impromptu composition of 500 poems, Liu Yiheng felt a severe pain in his chest, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out.

He is a great poet in the Wu Kingdom, but he is like a clown in front of Guo Tianyi.
Chapter completed!