Because he thought that Du Ruhui had been electrocuted by Li Chengfeng?

And Li Chengfeng took a bite of Li Shimin, and almost didn't blow up Li Shimin's lungs.

This baby, but he really doesn't give himself any face?

Li Shimin was angry, and Long Yan was furious.

Offstage, the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty had a panicked face, miserable white, translucent red, black and blue.

This big scene is really exciting.

The eighth prince 'electrocuted' Lai Guogong, and he actually scolded Li Shimin, the emperor of the dynasty, and called him by his name? It's a big rebellion!

At this moment, even Li Yuan's eyes widened, and he was surprised that he didn't know how to speak!

He originally wanted to help Li Chengfeng talk, but this grandson of his, it seems that he is more bold than he imagined?

Dare to say in front of the Manchu Dynasty's civil and military ministers: Li Shimin, you are shameless?

It's over, if Li Shimin gets angry and orders Li Chengfeng to be beheaded, it's hard to say?

No, I have to leave the palace with my grandson.

Li Yuan thought in his heart: I must not let Li Shimin behead Li Chengfeng!

Li Shimin was suddenly heartbroken.

However, when Gonggong Wu stopped shaking the generator, Du Ruhui waved his hand at this moment, coughed, and said: "Ahem, the emperor, the old minister is fine, the old minister was just stunned by the electricity of the eighth prince!"

"Now that the battery is out, I suddenly feel much refreshed!"

So, Du Ruhui thought like a nobody, patted the dust on his buttocks, and stood up again.

"Huh?"

Li Shimin stopped crying, looked puzzled, and stood in place in a daze.

It's okay? Wasn't he electrocuted?

Still rolling your eyes and foaming at the mouth?

Li Chengfeng clasped his hands in front of his chest and said, "Your Majesty, you have to take a good look, when did I kill Lai Guogong?" It's obviously you, you can't help but say it, reverse right and wrong, and slander me in black and white? ”

"This ......"

Li Shimin was speechless for a moment, and he didn't know how to speak!

But fortunately, Lai Guogong is not dead.

Li Shimin still felt a little relieved in his heart.

Otherwise, the eighth prince electrocuted Lai Guogong? Li Shimin will definitely be severely punished!

"Whew, it's okay, it's okay......"

The ministers of civil and military affairs in the audience collectively patted their chests and breathed a long sigh of relief.

I have to say that their hearts were about to jump to their throats just now.

The literary battle between the Eighth Prince and Lai Guogong is too exciting, right?

"Lai Guogong, are you really okay?"

Li Shimin stepped forward and repeatedly asked Du Ruhui how his physical condition was.

Du Ruhui rubbed his temples and said respectfully: "Let the emperor worry, the old minister's health is fine!" However, the invention of the eighth prince by the generator can really corona people! The old minister admires, admires! The eighth prince is really a genius boy, and the old minister admires it! ”

Du Ruhui, who came to his senses, admired Li Chengfeng.

He also thought that Li Chengfeng was just smart before, and he didn't want to even invent something like thunder and lightning?

If Li Chengfeng was not the Eighth Prince of the Tang Dynasty, Du Ruhui would like to call Li Chengfeng a little immortal!

"Hmph, it's okay! Some people in the province came out to curse people regardless of black and white!"

"This ......"

Li Shimin's old face is dark, this little rabbit cub, he doesn't give himself face again?

Li Shimin continued: "Then is your game still competitive? Lai Guogong, the eighth prince? ”

"Compare, why don't you compare? Didn't you say okay, three questions per person? Or best-of-five? Lai Guogong, even if you ask the question, as long as I lose, I will listen to my father, if I win, then I'm sorry, my father, you will never care about me in the future! ”

"Feng'er, do you really want to do this?"

"Naturally, the conditions are also what you say, and the rules of the game are also set by you!"

"Okay, let's start the third game!"

In the blink of an eye, Li Chengfeng had two games left in a row, and the game came to match point.

The literary fight between Du Ruhui and Li Chengfeng can be described as wonderful and exciting.

Not to mention the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, even Li Shimin and Li Yuan were frightened by Li Chengfeng, and their faces turned pale and green for a while.

Du Ruhui thought to himself, he had already lost three games in a row to the Eighth Prince, and he had reached the match point!

If you lose, then the eighth prince will be free to enter and leave the palace in the future, and will not be disciplined by the emperor!

It seems that it is time for the eternal puzzle.

Du Ruhui coughed lightly and said, "Eighth Prince, the third game has begun, please listen to the question!" ”

"Listen up!"

"In this game, I gave the Eighth Prince a number solution question! If the Eighth Prince can answer, then the old man will definitely admire! ”

"Okay, you ask!"

Li Chengfeng smiled, no matter what the number question is, can't he even answer it, a top student in the 21st century?

It's really not good, isn't there an invincible system that exists?

Du Ruhui was confident and said, "The Eighth Prince! Excuse me, a group of ants picked up a 100-pound steamed bun and it took a total of 1,000 days to eat it! Small ants eat an average of one gram every five days, and large ants eat an average of five grams a day! Q: How many big and small ants are there in the ant colony! ”

"What? Lai Guogong? Who invented this title? ”

Li Chengfeng was stunned.

This kind of problem, similar to that of monks eating steamed buns, actually existed in ancient times?

How is this possible?

And Du Ruhui smiled and said: "Eighth Emperor, this is a problem that has been circulated among the people for the ages, as for who invented the topic, we don't know for a long time!" But if the Eighth Prince can solve it, then the old minister will also admire the five-body throw! ”

Li Chengfeng glanced at Li Shimin, and Li Shimin turned his head, as if he was still angry with Li Chengfeng before.

"Hmph, such a simple question, none of you have answered it? Get out of the way, look at me! ”

"Grandpa Wu, pen and ink are waiting!"

"Yes, Eighth Prince!"

So, Gonggong Wu returned to the palace of the king of the town and brought Li Chengfeng's watercolor pen and a large piece of rice paper.

Li Chengfeng picked up the watercolor pen and began to solve it on rice paper.

"What? Did the Eight Princes really start to solve? ”

"Really? This eternal problem that has plagued the world for thousands of years, can the Eighth Prince be able to solve it? ”

"Wouldn't it? It's really writing, you see, the Eighth Prince is solving! ”

"Let's go up and take a look, and see how the Eighth Prince solves it!"

As a result, a group of ministers had long forgotten about Du Ruhui's corona before, and they all crowded to Li Chengfeng's side to watch Li Chengfeng solve the thousand-year-old problem.

Du Ruhui also squeezed in, wanting to see how Li Chengfeng solved it!

Li Shimin stood on the periphery of the crowd and craned his neck to look inside, but found that he couldn't see anything at all.

"Wouldn't it? Could it be that Feng'er can really solve this problem of the century? ”

"Even if it's one gram at a time, it has to be counted until the Year of the Monkey? Can this be calculated? ”

Li Shimin was very curious, but he couldn't pull down his jaw and squeeze into the crowd to observe Li Chengfeng's solution.