"Oh?"

Li Shimin was slightly stunned, but he didn't say anything, but only took the rice paper handed by the little eunuch in front of the ministers.

"Whoa......

Gently dismantle.

The three big characters of the thin gold script suddenly appeared in front of Li Shimin.

'Cheng Chumo'!

"This ......"

Li Shimin frowned suddenly, and the action of opening the rice paper involuntarily became faster, and he directly disassembled the stacked rice paper completely by dividing it by two.

A five-character poem appeared in front of him.

It is still written in the same thin gold font.

"The country is general,

black hole in the well,

The black dog is white,

The white dog is swollen. ”

"Poof......

Li Shimin suddenly didn't hold back his breath, and the expression on his face gradually changed from shock and confusion at the beginning to laughter that could no longer be held back at this time.

"Hahaha......"

"This Cheng Chumo is really interesting, although there is no culture, but it can be regarded as ingenious!"

The surrounding ministers had already scratched their ears and cheeks and were curious for a long time.

At this time, when I heard Li Shimin laughing loudly, especially after calling out Cheng Chumo's name, I couldn't suppress the curiosity in my heart anymore.

"Your Majesty......"

The eldest grandson Wuji smiled at Li Shimin.

"What the hell is written on this paper?"

"Can you be so happy?"

"Hehe......"

Li Shimin smiled reservedly, stretched out his hand to hand out the rice paper, and said with a smile to the eldest grandson Wuji.

"See for yourself!"

"Hey......"

The eldest grandson Wuji didn't dare to slack off, and quickly stretched out his hand to take it.

"Whoa......

The eldest grandson Wuji opened the rice paper that had been folded again by Li Shimin with a suspicious attitude, and looked at the contents of the rice paper with fixed eyes.

"This ......"

When I saw the signature on this piece of rice paper.

The eldest grandson Wuji's expression was even more wonderful than Li Shimin's, his eyes widened and he shook his head in disbelief as he looked at the font on the paper.

"It can't be!"

"This must not be true, how can this kid have such a high calligraphy attainment?"

"This must be ghostwritten!"

"That's not right."

Li Shimin shook his head slowly.

"If it's someone else's ghostwriting, have you ever seen such a calligrapher in Chang'an?"

"What's more, this kind of calligraphy will everyone ghostwrite for a hairy child?"

“……”

The eldest grandson Wuji was stunned for a moment, and then fell silent.

Although the conversation between the two has no beginning or end, the ministers probably guessed the content of this piece of paper based on the 'Cheng Chumo' that the two talked about.

Cheng Yanjin looked at the rice paper in the hand of the eldest grandson Wuji with a forced expression.

"Is this paper ......?"

"Is my son writing a poem?"

"Hmm."

Eldest Sun Wuji glanced at the latter and replied angrily.

"Hey!"

Cheng Biting Jin suddenly slapped his thigh!

"I'll just say, my old Cheng's son is both civil and military, and you can't do it before!"

"Look!"

Cheng Yanjin pointed at the old brothers for a while.

"I said my son can do it, and my son does!"

Cheng bit the pride on his face, and completely looked at the white face when he gritted his teeth and wanted to find a teacher for Cheng Chumo.

“……”

"I said, what are you still looking at?"

Cheng Biting Jin snatched the rice paper from the hand of the eldest grandson Wuji.

"Can you understand a person whose education level is not as high as mine, and whose calligraphy is not as strong as mine?"

"Bring it to you!"

"You ......"

The eldest grandson Wuji was helpless for a while.

"That word is an attainment, not a ......"

"Also, do you understand?"

"Humph!"

Cheng Biting Jin snorted coldly, and the rice paper only paused in his hand for less than a second, and then he stuffed it to Li Jing beside him.

"Lao Li, you know the words, can you show me?"

"Oh......"

Li Jing frowned, but he didn't refuse.

He was also being whetted by Li Shimin and the eldest grandson Wuji's singing, and he was looking at this poem at this time.

After getting the rice paper, he immediately looked at the rice paper.

Slightly stunned.

"What kind of font is this, how come I've never seen it before?"

"The poem ......"

"Hey, that's good!"

"The title is heavy snow, but the whole poem does not mention a single word for snow, and the language concisely describes the scenery when it snows, especially the last sentence 'white dog is swollen' is the finishing touch."

"Not bad!"

"yes!"

Li Shimin stroked his beard and nodded with a smile.

"At first glance, this font looks agile and fast, the handwriting is thin, thin and does not lose its flesh, and it is a grandmaster-level calligraphy that has never been seen before."

"And if you look closely, it's even more slashing and axe-cut, full of muscles and bones!"

"It's really not easy to be silent here!"

"That's right, old rammer!"

After Li Shimin said for a while, he turned his head to look at Cheng Yanjin.

"Where did this kid learn calligraphy, and who did he learn from?"

Cheng Yanjin was stunned.

Then he scratched his head and replied sincerely.

"There is no teacher!"

"This kid just thinks about it when he's fine, but he has worked hard a lot, and in order to practice this good hand, the water tank at home has been written by him several times!"

"Oh, what a sin......"

“……”

Li Shimin was stunned for a moment, and then glared at Cheng Yanjin fiercely.

"You don't talk nonsense with me, who did you learn from?"

"Huh?"

Cheng Yanjin looked at Li Shimin and was anxious.

I was also stunned.

"This ......"

"Your Majesty, you want me to say that Lao Cheng really doesn't have any teachers, at least I don't know anything about Lao Cheng!"

"That's right!"

Wei Zheng smiled on the side.

"I have neither a teacher nor a scholar, this kid is looking for someone to write for him!"

"You fart!"

Cheng Biting Jin was angry for a while.

"Old man Wei, you can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour!"

"Your son is incompetent, my son is a ghostwriter?"

"Believe it or not, I'm going to pour feces at your doorstep!"

"You?"

Wei Zheng's face turned red for a while, and he stared at Cheng Biting Jin's face for a long time before he could hold back a sentence.

"You're a rammer!"

"I won't tell you!"

“……”

"Okay, let's have a meal together, choose a colt for my daughter, how many of you can't stop talking?"

"Don't argue."

Li Shimin stood up and walked to the edge of the pavilion, looked at the brightly lit square in the distance and smiled slightly.

"I heard that Lizhi wants to ask Chu Mo to write another serious poem."

"I also wrote in front of her maid, I thought to myself......"

"You should be able to tell the real from the fake now, right?"

……

Just when Li Shimin and the old ministers were talking about Cheng Chumo, Cheng Chumo, who was standing in the square, looked at the people in front of him with a look of embarrassment, and refused as usual.

"Forget it."

"Now that the previous poems have passed the test, don't bother anymore, right?"

"Hehe......"

Xiao Yu walked briskly and approached Cheng Chumo with a smile.

"That's not going to work."

"This is what the princess herself said to ask you to compose another poem, but it's not something you can refuse, Cheng Xiaogong......"

The little fish who walked in front of Cheng Chumo was shocked.

"It's you?!"