Countless ministers were full of surprise.

They looked at the four big characters on Li Chengfeng's rice paper, and the look in their eyes changed from contempt to shock, and finally from shock to admiration.

Then he stood silently behind Li Chengfeng and was silent.

They chose the person they wanted to support, and chose the champion of this calligraphy competition, that is, Li Chengfeng, the eighth prince of the Tang Dynasty!

When Wei Zheng saw more than a dozen ministers, all standing behind Li Chengfeng.

He is also the second monk who is confused.

Wei Zheng grimaced and said, "Ministers, although the Eighth Prince is the son of a dragon, you can't be so partial!" Isn't there a single one standing behind Chen Guogong? ”

At the same time, Hou Junji also shouted, "That's right, just now you praised my calligraphy, but when you turned your head, you actually stood behind the Eighth Prince?" Hum...... The old man is not convinced! Zheng Guogong, please give the old man a comment! ”

Hou Junji was not convinced.

There's no shame in losing, but the problem is, I don't even know how to lose if I lose? That's a bit excessive, isn't it?

Could it be that these ministers are so afraid of the Eighth Prince?

"Well, wait for the old man to take a look!"

So Wei Zheng walked to Li Chengfeng's desk and looked at the calligraphy on the rice paper on the table.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, when you look at it, Wei Zheng is suddenly dumbfounded!

Li Chengfeng's calligraphy is powerful, vigorous as pine, like a dragon.

Every stroke can be described as very thick and simple, like this kind of calligraphy, without more than 60 years of hard practice, it is impossible to write such handwriting!

Wei Zheng looked at it and was stunned.

He knows Hou Junji's calligraphy, and he is not much better than himself.

But Li Chengfeng's calligraphy, Wei Zhengjian has never seen it.

Wei Zheng eased his nerves, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Then he let out a long sigh, bowed respectfully to Li Chengfeng, and said: "The calligraphy of the Eighth Prince can be said to be the first person today, the old minister admires, admires!" ”

After speaking, Wei Zheng then also stood behind Li Chengfeng and said, "Chen Guogong, the old man can announce that this game is won by the Eighth Prince!" ”

"What? Did the Eighth Prince win? How is this possible? The old man has been immersed in the law for decades, how can he not compare to the eighth prince? It can't be, it can't be! ”

Hou Junji's face turned red.

Until, he came to Li Chengfeng's side and saw the calligraphy on Li Chengfeng's desktop.

He was shocked and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time!

"Lost, I, really lost!"

Chief Hou Jun let out a long sigh, and his old face instantly aged a lot.

Wei Zheng really couldn't stand it anymore, so he patted Hou Junji's shoulder and said: "Chen Guogong, the Eighth Prince is the first prodigy in the world, but the son of heaven, and it is not a shame to lose to the Eighth Prince!" If you think about it, the Eighth Prince put forward such an advanced concept as 'South-to-North Water Diversion' to solve the problem of people's livelihood drought! In terms of culture, it has surpassed Lai Guogong and solved the eternal problems that have plagued the world! So there's no shame in you losing to the Eighth Prince! ”

After Wei Zheng's enlightenment, Hou Junji's face suddenly showed a look of joy.

He turned to smile cheerfully, bowed deeply to Li Chengfeng, and said respectfully: "Haha, Eighth Prince, it's the old minister's clumsiness!" The calligraphy of the Eight Princes, like heaven and man, is the old minister who lost, and the old minister lost his heart! ”

"Well, so, when is the bet going to be cashed out? You owe me 1,000 gold! ”

"Uh...... This, well, the old minister said that he would do it, and he promised the Eighth Prince, so he can't go back! The old minister will go to prepare the money tonight, and he will send it to the town king's mansion tomorrow! ”

"Okay, then thank Chen Guogong for the money!"

Li Chengfeng laughed happily.

I have to say that it is really cool to pit the money of these ministers.

Don't look at these ministers, they only have a few dozen gold per month. But they usually embezzle public funds to do things, and they don't steal any less oil and water.

After all, in ancient times, financial management was not electronic, but artificial, so some ministers were actually very seriously corrupt, but Li Shimin had no way to investigate.

But it's hard to say who is the most corrupt, because there is nowhere to find out.

However, Li Chengfeng has a small book of 'historical records' about these ministers, and in those books, Li Chengfeng found several corrupt ministers.

Among them, there is one of the twenty-four heroes of Lingyan Pavilion.

It's just that Li Chengfeng knew that he was corrupt, but he couldn't find evidence yet, so he couldn't sue.

When Li Chengfeng found the evidence, he had to copy the house of the prince of the country!

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"Haha, congratulations to our Datang for adding another calligrapher! Congratulations! ”

"That is, the Eighth Emperor is really a god and man in the heavens and mortals! Old decay admires, admires! ”

"Alas, it's a pity, the Eighth Prince Wenzhi is brilliant, but I don't know how the force is? If the eighth prince has the talent to practice martial arts, then our Datang can be said to be in addition to a prince who is both civil and military! ”

Many ministers present did not hesitate to praise Li Chengfeng.

Li Chengfeng also enjoys the feeling of being admired and the stars holding the moon.

easily earned 1,000 gold, and the money on these ministers is really good!

After a while, Li Shimin also came to the Wenxuan Pavilion, and seeing these ministers so happy, Li Shimin also laughed cheerfully.

Li Shimin said with a smile: "Today is the annual calligraphy competition of Datang!" Ministers, you came on time, yo, the wind has arrived? Haha, yes, yes, finally not late! ”

Behind Li Shimin, there were also several Yushu Lingfeng men.

The first one, seven feet long, with thick eyebrows and dark eyes, and a very delicate appearance, is Li Chengqian, the prince of the Tang Dynasty.

And the few people next to Li Chengqian are the prince of the Tang Dynasty, Li Zhi and Li Tai and others.

Li Shimin suddenly came to Li Chengfeng's side, looked at the four big characters in front of Li Chengfeng's desk, and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Heaven rewards hard work? Good words, good words! ”

"Feng'er, who wrote these words?"

Li Shimin is very curious, who has such a pen power?

Li Chengfeng smiled and said, "Of course it's me, Father!" ”

"What? Did you write it? Feng'er, don't joke with me! Looking at the mystery of his calligraphy, without decades of hard practice, it is absolutely impossible to write these four vigorous and powerful characters with a brush! Don't say it's you, even if it's me, I can't write such big characters! ”

Li Chengfeng frowned and said, "But these words were written by me, and I can't lie to you?" ”

"Feng'er, don't lie! I know you want to make a good impression on your brothers at today's calligraphy competition! But you can't just let the handwriting of other ministers be your own calligraphy! Feng'er, you're cheating! ”