After Qin Qiong finished speaking, he clenched his fists again, as if he had returned to the original scene.

Li Chengfeng didn't know if he didn't listen, but when he heard it, he suddenly felt that the tip of his nose was sour, and his eyes were red.

It turned out that I didn't expect Qin Qiong, the general of Huwei, to have such an experience?

No wonder when he saw this psalm, he immediately wept into tears!

"Feel the times, the flowers are also splashed with tears, don't hate from time to time, and the birds are also thrilling! Feng'er, you tell me, what have you been through? How can I write such a psalm? ”

Li Shimin suddenly tilted his head and looked at Li Chengfeng with a puzzled face.

He didn't dare to imagine that Li Chengfeng was only six years old? How could such a profound psalm be written?

At first glance, there are still many ministers with tears in their eyes?

And Li Chengfeng playfully touched his little nose and said, "What have I experienced?" Father, don't you have a B number in your heart? ”

"Number B? What is this...... Alas, forget it! It's my fault, it's all my fault, I'll just make it up to you in the future! ”

Indeed, in Li Shimin's eyes, Li Chengfeng must have been wronged since he was a child and grew up.

However, Li Chengfeng was able to write poems with such artistic conception, and he deserved to be the first prodigy in the world.

"So Feng'er, how are you going to sell this poem called "Spring Hope"?"

Li Shimin looked at Li Chengfeng with a shallow smile on his face.

And Li Chengfeng stretched out five fingers and said, "At this price, start the auction!" ”

"What? 500 gold? Feng'er, your price is a bit expensive, right? ”

Li Shimin frowned slightly, and continued: "Feng'er, you must know that calligraphy and handwriting can be sold for such an expensive price, except for the book saint Wang Xizhi, there are not many people in the world at all!" Don't price too high, or no one will buy it! ”

"Back to my father, my son didn't set a high price!"

Li Chengfeng continued: "The sage of the book, Wang Xizhi, has his font, but I, Li Chengfeng, also have my original font, called Fengti!" Ministers, look, the font of this psalm is as steady as Mount Tai, and as solid as a dragon, compared with the handwriting of the sage Wang Xizhi, how is it? ”

"Hmm...... I dare not say surpass, but it will not be too inferior! Wei Zheng said.

Li Chengfeng nodded and said, "Yes, so, with the font of my style, I dare to bid for 500 gold!" In addition, the artistic conception of the poem "Spring Hope" I created, who else in the world can create it? (except for Du Fu)! ”

"I'm afraid it's not there for the time being! The talent of the Eight Princes, the old ministers and others, is beyond reach! ”

"So, my 500 gold bid starts at the auction, so it's not a pit for you, right?"

After speaking, Li Chengfeng smiled and said, "Okay, 500 gold, start bidding!" The minister who wants this "Spring Hope" created by this prince will start to bid for 500 gold, and whoever wants it, I will sell it to whom! ”

As soon as Li Chengfeng's words fell, Du Ruhui in the audience raised his hand and said: "Eighth prince, I want it, and the old minister wants it!" With 500 gold money, the old minister asked for this "Spring Hope"! ”

In fact, Du Ruhui discussed with his wife when he went home last night, saying that he would spend 2,000 gold to buy a poem by the Eighth Prince.

Is his wife crazy to scold Du Ruhui on the spot?

How much cloth and grain can I buy for 2000 gold? It's a waste to buy paintings and calligraphy!

In the end, Du Ruhui took a step back again, saying that he would take 500 gold, and his wife agreed.

Du Ruhui is not afraid of his wife, but wants to ask for her opinion before making a conclusion.

When Du Ruhui bid 500 gold, Li Jing behind him suddenly raised his big hand and said: "The eighth prince, Lao Chen, I like this song "Spring Wang" created by you very much, and Lao Chen is willing to spend 800 gold to buy it!" ”

"Okay, 800 gold, 800 gold, who else? Who else is bidding to buy? The quality is guaranteed, the absolute original poem, the price is fought for by yourself, Tong Su is not bullied, Tong Su is not bullied! ”

Li Chengfeng shouted loudly on the podium again.

Li Shimin couldn't help but pat his forehead heavily when he saw it.

This little rabbit cub is good at trading?

Instead of putting a price on the paintings and calligraphy, there will be an auction? Let these ministers compete with each other?

He's really good at making money, right?

At this time, Li Shimin raised his hand and said, "I am out, 1,000 gold!" ”

"Huh? Did the emperor bid? ”

"What? 1000 gold? The emperor bid 1,000 gold? ”

"This, I want it too, but I don't dare to bid, if I anger the emperor, it won't be good!"

The ministers behind him began to chatter and discuss.

And Li Chengfeng also felt a hint of clues.

Why did these ministers dare not bargain after Li Shimin bargained?

It must be that they are afraid that Li Shimin is the emperor and that they will anger Li Shimin, so they don't dare to bargain, right?

So Li Chengfeng fanned the flames again, and said: "Ministers, please don't dare to bargain because of some kind of authoritative oppression!" Today is the auction meeting of my eighth prince Li Chengfeng, and I, Li Chengfeng, promise you that I will use all the money obtained from these auctions to support the ordinary people who have migrated from Youzhou City! So, please even ask for it, my father, I won't say anything about you, right, father! ”

"Oh? I see, that's the case? ”

Li Shimin muttered.

"Ding, an exclamation from Li Shimin, naughty value +99!"

Li Shimin was surprised.

It turned out that the reason why Li Chengfeng did this auction was to raise money to help the poor people who had migrated from Youzhou City?

As soon as he said this, Li Shimin's heart was suddenly moved, and he almost burst into tears!

So Li Shimin turned his head to look at the ministers behind him, waved his hand, and shouted: "What are you all pretending to be for me?" Don't dare to ask for money just because I am the emperor, here today, you don't have to give me face, but you must give face to the Eighth Emperor and the people who have migrated from Youzhou City! ”

"Today, I will also participate in this auction! So you don't have to take into account my feelings, I have my own sense of the calligraphy and painting of the Eighth Prince, if you like it, even if you ask for the price, I will not stop it, but will support you very much! ”

After Li Shimin finished speaking, the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty suddenly showed a happy smile on their faces.

Cheng Yanjin rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "It's the emperor, then the old minister is welcome!" To tell the truth, although the old minister doesn't understand the literary style, the old minister understands the saying that the beacon fire lasts for three months, and the family letter is worth ten thousand gold! Therefore, based on this sentence, and based on what the Eighth Prince said, he wanted to donate all the money from the auction of calligraphy and paintings to the refugees in Youzhou City, and the old minister was willing to bid 1,500 gold! ”

"Okay, good, Lu Guogong is domineering!"

Cheng Yanjin erected a 1 with his left hand and a 5 with his right hand, which is quite majestic!