Because these students in the Wenxuan Pavilion are basically the children of the ministers of the court.

As long as they give Li Chengfeng a wave of propaganda and advertising, are they afraid that no one will come to buy calligraphy and paintings in the Wenxuan attic the next day?

As a result, early the next morning, after retreating from the court, a group of ministers walked towards the Wenxuan Pavilion with leisurely steps, talking and laughing.

And Li Shimin himself, after hearing that Li Chengfeng was going to auction his calligraphy and paintings, he was also interested and went to the Wenxuan Pavilion with Wei Zheng.

……

Li Shimin knows that Li Chengfeng, a baby, does not eat hard and soft, and he is born with no love of learning.

He definitely won't go to study in the Wenxuan Attic.

I think that at the beginning, Li Shimin wasted a lot of effort, but he didn't send Li Chengfeng to the Wenxuan Pavilion.

I almost fell out with Li Chengfeng?

Now, Li Chengfeng has sold poems and paintings in the Wenxuan Pavilion? This immediately aroused Li Shimin's interest and attention.

Li Shimin thought to himself, I have to go and see what kind of fame that kid is doing!

……

Soon, a group of ministers, after the dispersal of the dynasty, came to the Wenxuan Pavilion together.

"Oh, ministers, are you here? Come on, sit inside, sit inside, you're welcome, it's like you're in your own home! ”

Li Chengfeng had a bright smile on his face and looked at a group of ministers.

Those ministers also clasped their hands into fists and said respectfully: "The Eighth Prince is polite, in fact, the old ministers are just here to praise the Eighth Prince!" Didn't you say yesterday that you were going to hold an auction of poems, calligraphy and paintings in the Wenxuan Pavilion today? So the old minister came over and supported the scene for the eighth prince! ”

"Oh, that's good, it's a guest, please come in, please come in! Let's all come in and see how the calligraphy and painting of this prince are! ”

"Okay, that old minister, it's better to be respectful!"

A group of ministers walked into the Wenxuan Pavilion with smiles on their faces.

Li Chengfeng, on the other hand, spoke about the artistic conception and meaning of these poems on the podium.

The ministers who came here, in addition to the squire Lang Shangshu, even Fang Xuanling, Li Jing, Qin Qiong, Cheng Yanjin and others all came over?

Subsequently, even Li Shimin and Wei Zheng also came here and entered the Wenxuan Pavilion.

Those ministers at a glance? The emperor actually came? One by one, they hurriedly got up and gave up their seats, while Li Shimin sat in the first row with a smile.

Originally, it was a place where classes were held for students.

Now it looks like Li Chengfeng is going to teach Li Shimin and those ministers a lesson.

Li Shimin looked at Li Chengfeng with a smile and said, "Feng'er, you are so fanfare, you want to auction calligraphy and paintings in the Wenxuan Attic, so where are the poems and paintings you want to auction?" ”

"Okay, please wait a minute, I'll show it to everyone now!"

"Hmm. Good! I'm waiting for you right here! ”

Li Shimin touched his beard with satisfaction, he admired Li Chengfeng's courage very much.

Ordinary children, in the face of the emperor and ministers, dare to stand on the podium and speak, it is already very good.

But Li Chengfeng was calm and natural, whether it was the tone of his speech or his demeanor, he did not have the slightest nervous expression.

This made Li Shimin feel very appreciative and gratified.

I saw that on the podium, Li Chengfeng was tying a rope to both sides of the classroom, and then hung poems and paintings on it.

"Come, Xiao Wu, help me move the stool!"

"Okay Eighth Prince, I'm here!"

After hanging up the last picture, Li Chengfeng wiped the sweat from his forehead, breathed a long sigh of relief, and then looked at his work with satisfaction.

"Whew, it's finally done!"

After hanging ten poems and five paintings, Li Chengfeng turned his head and said, "Father, ministers, these poems and paintings are the poems and paintings that Erchen is going to auction today!" Ministers, please start bidding! ”

"This prince, the first poem to be auctioned now is called "Spring Hope"!"

"Spring Hope?"

"The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring.

When I feel the tears, I hate the birds.

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars.

The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming. ”

"Oh my God, who's writing this?"

"Ding, the surprise from Li Shimin, naughty value +102!"

"Ding, the shock from Wei Zheng, naughty value +89!"

"Ding......

For a time, the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty were stunned by this poem composed by Li Chengfeng.

"Good poetry, good poetry! Beacon fire for three months? A letter from home is worth 10,000 dollars? Beacon fire for three months? A letter from home, worth 10,000 dollars? Good poems, good poems, well written! The Eighth Prince! ”

At this time, Qin Qiong couldn't help but stand up and sighed.

Qin Qiong said: "Eighth prince, who made this poem?" ”

Li Chengfeng smiled and said: "Yiguo Gong, at this time, it is not what Li Chengfeng wrote, I hope you will like it!" ”

"Okay, very well written!"

Looking at it, Qin Qiong's eyes suddenly burst into tears.

Maybe others won't understand the meaning of this psalm, but he, Qin Qiong, has experienced such a thing lightly.

"Yiguo Gong, why are you crying?"

Li Chengfeng looked at Qin Qiong suspiciously.

Yesterday, when Du Ruhui saw the moment of the poem at this time, he cried, and today Qin Qiong saw it, and he cried too?

And not only Qin Qiong, but also many civil and military generals wiped their tears in the rear and secretly wept.

Li Chengfeng thinks that they are too emotional, right?

I think that back then, when I recited 300 Tang poems, I never cried!

But it's also true, because what Li Chengfeng wrote is the experience of these ministers.

And Qin Qiong, as the tiger general of the Tang Dynasty, not to mention the first in combat effectiveness, can also rank in the top three.

Such a dignified and iron-clad man, who shed blood and did not shed tears on the battlefield, now sees a poem, but he cries into tears?

After Li Chengfeng asked, Qin Qiong smiled bitterly and said, "Back to the Eighth Prince, Eighth Prince, you don't know anything!" ”

"Back then, when Lao Chen was ordered to attack the northern Turkic army, he was besieged by the enemy for three months, and he failed to break through the defensive line!"

"Old minister, I wanted to send a message back to report safety, but the Turkic dog thieves didn't let our people out at all, and killed the messenger directly!"

"Later, Lao Chen led the army and fought with the Turkic dog thieves for three days and three nights, and finally, he finally waited for General Li Jing's reinforcements, and Lao Chen and Lao Chen's tiger and iron cavalry survived!"

"At that time, General Li Jing brought a letter to the old minister!"

When he saw the letter written on the letter, the old minister knelt on the ground and cried bitterly! It turns out that it's not just Lao Chen who is worried about his family, but also Lao Chen's family members who are even more worried about me! ”

After receiving this letter, Lao Chen's heart suddenly felt extremely comforted and warm! On the spot, I felt that another force was supporting Lao Chen, making Lao Chen feel that he must defeat the Turkic dog thieves and go back alive! ”

"This is, the beacon fire has been in the rain for three months, and the letter from the family is worth 10,000 dollars!"