Li Chengfeng smiled, looked at the eldest grandson Chong, and said, "Then dare to ask the eldest grandson, when you grow up, do you want to be a scholar or a martial artist?" ”

The eldest grandson Chong also smiled confidently and said: "Xiaochen has studied the Four Books and Five Classics since he was a child, and he has reached the level of Teacher Du Ruhui in terms of cultural talent!" Because the eldest grandson of the father, Wuji, is a Wenchen, so the younger minister will also want to follow the text in the future! ”

"Oh? Hahaha, if you don't learn martial arts, you will be a Tang Dynasty person in vain, and if you don't learn martial arts, it's a two hundred and five! Hahaha......"

"Two hundred and five? Poof......"

"Hahaha......"

Li Lizhen and Wu Xu both opened their mouths and laughed.

Because Li Chengfeng is scolding Changsun Chong in disguise, it is a two hundred and five.

The two of them often play with Li Chengfeng, so they know that two hundred and five means scolding.

Although Changsun Chong didn't know what two hundred and five meant, Changsun Chong could see from the expression of Princess Li Lizhi of Changle that two hundred and five was definitely not a good word.

Eldest Sun Chong was a little depressed, and said: "But my eldest grandson Chong, when he grows up, he will definitely have both cultural relics, be a good courtier, and serve the Tang Dynasty!" Eighth Prince, I heard that you are extremely talented and intelligent, do you dare to compete with me? ”

"Okay, come!"

Li Chengfeng also looked at Changsun Chong with great interest.

This guy seems to be used to running rampant in the palace on weekdays, relying on his father to be Sun Wuji, the head of the twenty-four heroes of Lingyan Pavilion, so on weekdays, he is also very arrogant.

But since he met Li Chengfeng, then Li Chengfeng will definitely let him know what it means to be low-key!

"Eighth Prince, if I try to compete with you in writing, it will not be compared to calligraphy! Why don't you try to chant poetry today? ”

"Okay!"

After the eldest grandson finished speaking, Li Chengfeng immediately agreed.

Because Changsun Chong knew that the calligraphy of the eighth prince Li Chengfeng was appreciated by the emperor and Du Ruhui and others, and he also won the first place in the calligraphy competition, so Changsun Chong knew that he would definitely lose if he tried calligraphy with Li Chengfeng.

But it's not the same with the right poems.

This kind of literary style, which requires not only talent, but also nurture, is not something that a six-year-old child can learn.

Moreover, even if the Eighth Prince can compose poems, he is not experienced enough, and the poems he writes are definitely not nutritious, so he still wins.

In fact, Changsun Chong just wanted to show himself in front of Li Liqing, the princess of Changle.

In this way, maybe Princess Changle likes herself, and when she goes to propose marriage in the future, she agrees?

However, Li Chengfeng had already guessed Changsun Chong's thoughts.

Hmph, want to pretend to be B in front of my sister? No way!

With me Li Chengfeng here, you can be crushed by me!

"Haha, since the eldest grandson Chong is going to compose poems in a competition with my younger brother Feng'er, then I, the elder sister, will be the referee, what do you think?"

"Okay, with Princess Changle as the referee, Xiao Chen feels very honored!"

"Haha!"

Princess Changle covered her mouth and chuckled.

And Li Chengfeng put his hands in his trouser pockets and said: "Eldest Sun Chong, it's no problem to make poems in the competition, but I, Li Chengfeng, have a little hobby!" So let's do it, let's play, two wins in three games, whoever loses, whoever gives 1,000 gold money, how about it? ”

"What? 1000 gold? ”

"Ding, the surprise from Changsun Chong, naughty value +20!"

Eldest Sun Chong was extremely surprised.

He didn't expect that the dignified Eighth Prince of the Tang Dynasty still likes to gamble?

But, that's a thousand gold? Where can I get it myself?

Li Chengfeng grinned and said, "No, Changsun Chong?" The son of Sun Wuji, the eldest prince of the dignified country, won't he even be able to take out 1,000 gold, right? Don't embarrass me anymore! ”

"Wait a minute, who said I couldn't get 1,000 gold? Well, the competition is the competition! However, if you lose to me, the Eighth Prince, will you also lose 1,000 gold to the minister? ”

"This is natural, you know, the last thing I Li Chengfeng lacks is money! Who made me the eighth prince of the Tang Dynasty, my father gives me money every day, and I can't spend it at all! ”

Li Chengfeng smiled slyly, but on the other hand, on the forehead of the eldest grandson, a fine dense sweat appeared.

Yes, the father of the eighth prince is the current emperor, and his money and power have reached the peak of the Tang Dynasty, so Li Chengfeng must be very rich.

And what about yourself? There are only a few dozen gold on him, and there is no extra money at all.

If he loses to the Eighth Prince, then he can only go to the treasury of his father's eldest grandson Wuji and steal his money.

The eldest grandson Chong turned his head sideways, looking at Li Li's smiling face, he gritted his teeth and said, "Bet!" ”

"Okay, then come on! You chant first, and I'll follow! ”

"But, then, it's better to be respectful, Eighth Prince!"

Changsun Chong suddenly opened the folding fan in his hand, and with a graceful appearance, he began to chant poems in a proper manner.

The eldest grandson Chong turned his head sideways and looked at the soldiers who were practicing on the martial arts arena on the left, so he opened his mouth to chant poetry!

"The scorching sun is scorching and the martial arts arena is scorching, and Datang has sent millions of soldiers. Once you go south to destroy the Turks, only I am the Tang Xuanjia Army! ”

"Good poetry, good poetry, hahaha!"

The eldest grandson burst out laughing.

Princess Li Lizhi of Changle also smiled and said, "Although this poem is slightly flawed, relatively speaking, it is very good to be able to make this poem in such a short period of time!" Brother Feng'er, it's your turn! ”

It seems that Changsun Chong is still a little literate!

But Li Chengfeng read through the ancient and modern poems, what Li Bai, Du Fu and the like, the poems of the poets, immortals, poets, and saints, take out one of them at random, they are all the existence of hanging and beating Changsun Chong!

Li Chengfeng smiled and said, "Listen, Eldest Sun Chong!" ”

"Well, listen up!"

"Ahem!"

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes 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! ”

……

"What, what?"

"Ding, the shock from Changsun Chong, naughty value +50!"

"Ding, the shock from Li Lizhen, naughty value +59!"

When Li Chengfeng opened his mouth to say the first line of the poem, everyone present was shocked.

Especially the eldest grandson Chong and Li Lizhen.

Because, Li Chengfeng's subsequent poems are as profound as an abyss.

Moreover, this is still a poem that Li Chengfeng came up with at his fingertips?

A six-year-old child, unexpectedly, can chant such a profound poem, can this not shock the eldest grandson Chong?

Therefore, when Changsun Chong heard Li Chengfeng finish the first poem, he knew that he had lost, and he had lost completely.

He was completely defeated.

"Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you!"

Finally, a poem by Li Chengfeng fell, and the eldest grandson Chong stood in place completely confused.