Wei Chi Jingde touched the back of his head innocently, as if he had come to the stage to accept the award, and took over the poem in Li Chengfeng's hand, as if he had picked up a big bargain.

As everyone knows, after this old stubborn cow went back, he was almost kicked out of the house by his wife and didn't let him go to sleep!

3000 gold? You bought me a poem and came back? You eat, don't eat in the future!

……

"Ahem, okay, okay, the first poem and painting has been successfully auctioned to Yu Chi Jingde at a price of 3,000 gold! Now, it's time to start the auction for the second piece! ”

Li Chengfeng turned around, took down the second poem, and said, "Okay, let the long-awaited second poem start the auction!" This poem is called "Will Enter the Wine"! ”

"Oh? Will you be drinking? ”

When Li Shimin heard the words "will enter the wine", he instantly struck a spirit.

Isn't that exactly the poem that Li Chengfeng wrote that day when he was competing with Changsun Chong in the martial arts arena?

That poem can be said to be deeply liked by Li Shimin.

If you hadn't forgotten what the second half said, Li Shimin would have wanted to write it down himself.

However, after Li Shimin returned to the imperial study that day, he wrote down: You don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, and it flows to the sea and never returns! You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk......

After writing it, Li Shimin forgot all the poems that followed.

He wanted to ask Li Chengfeng how to write it later, but it was better than face, and he was embarrassed to speak, so he gave up.

But Li Shimin's heart has always been haunted.

Now seeing the full version of "Will Enter the Wine" come out, Li Shimin's eyes suddenly lit up.

Before Li Chengfeng could open his mouth to call for an auction, Li Shimin raised his right hand and said, "I want this poem and painting, 1,500 gold!" ”

"Huh? This, this ......"

As soon as Li Shimin spoke, the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty suddenly did not dare to say more.

From Li Shimin's tone, he seems to appreciate this poem very much, and it is also imperative to win this poem.

The ministers are not fools, of course, they can see Li Shimin's love for "Will Enter the Wine".

Where do they dare to rob Li Shimin.

It can't be compared to power, it's more incomparable than money.

So, as soon as Li Shimin opened his mouth to call the price, no one dared to shout the price.

Li Chengfeng stood on the podium, puffed out his cheeks, looked at a group of castrated ministers, and said, "Is there anything higher?" Is there anything else? Don't dare to bargain because my father is the emperor? ”

"Uh, haha......"

"Well, forget it!"

A group of ministers laughed awkwardly in the audience, and Li Chengfeng didn't know what they were laughing at.

Li Shimin, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes and smiled happily on his face.

Relatively speaking, 1500 gold is not too little.

But if it is to be auctioned, Li Chengfeng's "Will Enter the Wine" can definitely be auctioned for more than 2,000 gold.

And the previous "Spring Hope", if it weren't for the competition between Wei Chi Jingde and Qin Qiong, the final price might be around 2,200 gold.

So Li Chengfeng picked up the wooden board in his hand again and said: "1500 for the first time, the second time, the third time, the deal, Lao Li, come to the stage to receive the award!" ”

"Hey...... Who is the little rabbit cub called Lao Li? ”

"Ding, anger from Li Shimin, naughty value +88!"

Li Shimin glared at Li Chengfeng.

But Li Chengfeng was not afraid at all, and said impatiently: "Look, it's you who are lowering the price!" Don't dare to let the ministers bid,"

"Hmph, what's wrong with my father liking this "Will Enter the Wine", haha, the emperor should hurry up and auction it to his father!"

"Okay, 1,500 gold will be auctioned to our emperor!"

"Good, good!"

The ministers in the audience once again burst into warm applause.

Soon, Li Chengfeng took out the third psalm again.

It's just a very long piece of rice paper, and I saw a line of big characters written on the rice paper: "The thatched house is broken by the autumn wind"

"What a long poem?"

"Yes, the Eighth Prince also wrote a beautiful handwriting!"

When Du Ruhui saw the words of "The Thatched House is Broken by the Autumn Wind", his eyes lit up instantly.

Because he knows that this word is about the world's poor people.

Li Chengfeng touched his little nose and said, "Ministers, this song "Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" was created by this prince for the heavenly colders!" As we all know, ten years of hard work, just to get ahead one day! ”

"How many motivated literati are bleeding for this, but they have done nothing in their lives! They studied hard day and night, hanging beams and piercing stocks, in order to go to Beijing to gain fame and fame, and then return to their hometown! This is the dream of many scholars, but this dream has shattered the lives of many scholars! Those of them who failed to gain fame and fame are very likely to do nothing from now on! ”

"So, this prince, on a whim, wrote this song "Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" for them!"

"The high wind roared in August and autumn, rolling up the triple thatch on my house. Mao flies across the river and sprinkles the suburbs of the river, the high one hangs on the long forest tops, and the lower one floats to sink the pond pass.

The children of Nancun bullied me for being old and powerless, and I could endure being thieves on the other side. openly hugged the grass into the bamboo, his lips were dry and he couldn't breathe, and he came back and sighed to himself.

The Russian wind sets the clouds and ink, and the autumn desert turns to darkness. The cloth has been cold like iron for many years, and Jiao'er is wicked and cracked. There is no dry place in the bedside room, and the rain feet are like hemp and have not been broken. Since the mourning chaos and less sleep, the long night is wet!

There are tens of millions of mansions in Ande, and the poor people in the world are happy! The wind and rain do not move, and it is as safe as a mountain. Alack! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, it is enough for me to freeze to death! ”

Li Shimin muttered to himself, and the ministers behind him also murmured together.

Maybe Wei Chi Jingde, Cheng Yanjin and other generals don't understand the meaning of this poem, but Du Ruhui, Wei Zheng, Fang Xuanling, these ministers, when they saw it, suddenly old tears flowed.

They felt a burst of tears of sadness.

"There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, and the poor people in the world are happy!"

"Eighth Prince, this poem of yours is really well written!"

As Wei Zheng spoke, he couldn't help but wipe the old tears that slipped from the corners of his eyes.

It's okay now, Li Chengfeng wrote a song "Spring Hope", wrote and cried many generals, and another song "The Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind", which wrote countless Wenchen?

Even Li Shimin looked at it with tears in his eyes.

Li Shimin wiped the corners of his eyes and said: "Feng'er, why are you, your poems like the words and sentences written by a person who has experienced all kinds of life and seen all the prosperity of the world?" Feng'er, tell me, is this your original, and what kind of suffering have you experienced before? Could it be that you also went to Beijing to get famous? It can't be, right? ”

"Yes, of course I didn't go to Beijing to get famous, but I can write such a poem? (Li Shimin, are you angry)? ”

Li Chengfeng made a grimace at Li Shimin.