After a day off, early the next morning, Li Chengfeng thought about how to make a refrigerator.

Maybe there is a refrigerator replacement in the system, but how to configure this power?

You can't always let Gonggong Wu charge it manually, right?

If Gonggong Wu had been shaking the small generator, wouldn't he have to tire him to death?

"Now there are two options, one is solar power and the other is hydropower!"

"As it stands, solar energy is the best energy I can get!"

In his previous life, Li Chengfeng, who was a Chinese scientific research organization, had a very strong ability to invent and create.

But unfortunately, within the system, there is no refrigerator replacement, but there are some refrigerators to exchange.

So, Li Chengfeng spent about 500 naughty points to buy two refrigerators, buy a large piece of solar cardboard, and buy a circle of copper wire.

"These two refrigerators, one for the refrigerator and the other for the air conditioner, haha, Meizizi!"

After buying these things, Li Chengfeng was not in a hurry to make refrigerators.

Because this is a troublesome matter, and at two o'clock in the afternoon, I have to go to the Wenxuan Pavilion to meet his princes and brothers!

"Gonggong Wu, this prince is going to go around the Wenxuan Pavilion now, you can lead the way!"

"Oh, okay! The Eighth Prince, please! ”

"Well, by the way, Xiaolan Acai, you can also follow, and by the way, bring my electric fan too, because it's too hot!"

"Okay Eighth Prince, the slave will follow!"

Li Chengfeng was bored, so he simply planned to visit the Wenxuan Pavilion.

It is said that Wenxuan Pavilion is the largest academy in the palace, and in the past, the crown prince Li Chengqian and the princes Li Tai and Li Zhi all studied in the Wenxuan Pavilion.

Only Li Chengfeng is an exception.

Because he doesn't want to go, he doesn't go!

Li Shimin tried his best to get Li Chengfeng into the Wenxuan Pavilion.

Later, he made a bet with Li Chengfeng and asked Du Ruhui to compete with Li Chengfeng, saying that whoever wins will listen to whomever he says.

As a result, Li Chengfeng won, and scolded Li Shimin for being shameless.

Although Li Shimin was helpless, but in the final analysis, Li Chengfeng flew to Chang'an Avenue to save Princess Changle's life, and Li Shimin still felt indebted to Li Chengfeng in his heart.

……

On the way forward, as soon as Li Chengfeng entered the gate of the palace, he met Wei Zheng who was in a hurry.

Li Chengfeng stepped forward and said with a smile: "Zheng Guogong is good!" How about let's play chess again another day? ”

"No, no, the old minister is no more than the eighth prince, and the old minister admits defeat!"

Wei Zheng knew that he couldn't fight Li Chengfeng, so he simply admitted defeat and didn't give Li Chengfeng a chance to respond to himself.

And Wei Zheng was really scared by Li Chengfeng.

Because every time he says something wrong, Li Chengfeng can grab countless tricks to threaten himself.

If you still can't move, you have to beat yourself with 100 rods? Who is this, who won't be afraid when they see Li Chengfeng?

"Zheng Guogong, where are you going in such a hurry?"

"Back to the Eighth Prince, the old minister wants some rice paper to go to the Wenxuan Pavilion! It is said that today the emperor will hold a calligraphy contest in the Wenxuan Pavilion! Oh yes, and your brothers will also participate in it, will you also come with the Eighth Prince? ”

"Oh? Calligraphy competition? ”

Li Chengfeng frowned.

Wei Zheng smiled secretly.

Hmph, this time, you can't be arrogant, right?

You are a great chess player, this is a talent, you are intellectually superior, this is also a talent.

But calligraphy is such a thing, in addition to talent, you also have to work hard.

Without decades of immersion, the handwriting can only be called 'crab', not calligraphy!

"This, this prince, naturally wants to participate! Will Zheng Guogong also participate? ”

"Well, it's nature!" Wei Zheng said proudly: "Because the emperor has set the top three rewards, which are 3,000 gold, 2,000 gold, and 1,000 gold!" No matter how bad the old minister is, it is not a problem to get 1,000 gold in calligraphy! ”

"Oh, then, how about making money to play chess with me?"

"Haha, no, no, no! Lao Chen only lost 900 gold to the Eighth Prince yesterday, and if he loses another 1,000 gold to the Eighth Prince today, then Lao Chen's wife may really beat me to death! ”

"Haha, Zheng Guogong is really joking!"

At first glance, Li Chengfeng still thinks Wei Zheng is quite cute.

I didn't expect this old man to be afraid of his wife?

It seems that after he lost his 900 gold yesterday and went home, he must have been scolded a lot.

Moreover, Datang's gold is only a unit of measurement, which does not mean that 1 gold is one or two gold.

In fact, the weight of one gold is very small, only the size of a soybean.

But in any era, it is rare and expensive.

Therefore, gold is definitely a super valuable universal currency in Datang.

……

After Li Chengfeng and Wei Zheng came to the Wenxuan Pavilion together, Wei Zheng walked into a study with rice paper.

And Li Chengfeng also staggered in.

At this moment, in the study room of Wenxuan Pavilion, a group of ministers are observing calligraphy here.

When they saw Li Chengfeng coming, they immediately bowed their hands and said, "Hello to the Eighth Emperor"!

Hou Junji's eyes lit up and said, "Eighth Prince, Mo Fei, you are also here to participate in the calligraphy competition today?" ”

"Of course, there are no rules for the calligraphy competition, and the prince can't participate, right?"

"Haha, where, where! The Eighth Prince is serious! Lao Chen admires the spirit of the Eight Princes who have the courage to participate, no matter what the result is, the emphasis is on participation, and the emphasis is on participation! Ha ha! ”

Hou Junji laughed.

The ministers on the side also couldn't help laughing.

In their opinion, this calligraphy contest can only be won by those old monster-level existences in the palace.

For example, Fang Xuanling, Wei Zheng, Du Ruhui and others.

They are all scholars, resourceful, and even better at calligraphy.

With a few of them here, the top three are almost taken over.

So Li Chengfeng, a six-year-old child, came here to participate in the calligraphy competition, isn't it soy sauce?

Li Chengfeng frowned and looked at Hou Junji, and said, "Chen Guogong, are you looking down on me?" ”

"No, no, no, the Eighth Prince, the old minister didn't mean to look down on you!" Hou Junji hurriedly explained: "Eighth Prince, as we all know, the art of calligraphy, in addition to natural talent, also requires perennial hard work to become a master of calligraphy!" ”

"For example, the sage of the book, Wang Xizhi, is a young man who has no ambition, and he is also old enough to become famous. A "Orchid Pavilion Preface" has been passed down to this day, and no one can surpass the holy name of calligraphy! ”

"The old minister doesn't dare to underestimate the Eighth Prince, but the Eighth Prince is only six years old, and his wrist strength is not enough, so he will definitely not be able to write magnificent Wenxuan calligraphy!"

Hou Junji touched his long beard and swore an oath.

Li Chengfeng silently complained: "Don't talk about me if you have spicy chicken!" ”

"Huh? Eighth Prince, I didn't say anything bad about you, how can you call me a spicy chicken? And Lao Chen's calligraphy is also a small achievement, how can you say that I am a spicy chicken? ”

Hou Junji was angry.