It feels good to pretend to be forced.

It feels better to pretend to be in front of a lot of people.

It's even better to see the shocked looks of others.

Cheng Chumo felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction at this moment.

That's right, special satisfaction.

He felt that it was enough to have such a pretend in his life.

He suddenly felt that the way he was eating just now should be very handsome.

"Cheng Chumo's poem is good, every grain is hard, everyone must finish these meals, don't waste them."

After Li Gang said this, he got up and left, and when he left, his meal had already been eaten.

Seeing this situation, others couldn't help but have some resentment towards Cheng Chu.

You pretend to be forced, why are you involved in them?

What's so good about these meals?

It's hard work, it's hard work, and they're not hard anyway.

But the gentleman has eaten all the food, what can they do?

Li Chengqian was here to take the lead in eating, and when the others saw that the prince had eaten, it was not easy to say anything, no matter how expensive they were, could there be the prince Li Chengqian?

Therefore, they can only finish their own meals.

The Imperial Study.

It's already time to eat, but Li Shimin still has a lot of things to deal with, so it's been a while since the meal has been left next to him, and he hasn't eaten a bite yet.

And at this time, a palace man walked in.

"Holy Lord, Li Gang asks to see you."

"Oh, Master Li rarely comes to see me, let him in."

The palace people were ordered to retreat, and after a short time, Li Gang was brought in.

"Meet the Holy One."

"Master Li is here, but what's the matter?"

Li Gang bowed his head and said: "On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops of grass go down to the soil, who knows that the Chinese food on the plate, every grain is hard, what does the saint think of this poem?" ”

After hearing Li Gang's poem, Li Shimin was a little puzzled in his heart, could it be that Li Gang wrote a poem to let himself evaluate it?

"Good poem, good poem, Master's poem is the most realistic, it writes about the hardships of the people farming, and it also has the meaning of exhorting people to be thrifty, I understand what Master means, I will treat the people well in the future."

Li Shimin knew that Li Gang liked to advise people, and when he was in the Sui Dynasty, he advised Yang Yong, and a few years ago, he advised Li Jiancheng, but now he has become Li Chengqian's master, and he is afraid that he will make the old mistake again.

However, when Li Gang heard this, he knew that Li Shimin had misunderstood.

"Shengshang, this poem was not written by the minister, but a poem chanted by Cheng Chumo, the son of Lu Guogong, at noon today, and the minister felt it was necessary to tell the Shengshang."

"Cheng Chumo?" Li Shimin was stunned for a moment, if he wanted to say that this poem was written by Changsun Chong or something, he still believed it a little bit, but if he wanted to say that this poem was written by Cheng Chu, he didn't believe it at all.

He would rather believe that the sow goes up the tree than that Cheng Chumo can write such a poem.

To be honest, such a poem may not even be able to be written by many of his talents in the Tang Dynasty, let alone Cheng Chumo?

A gentleman who only knows how to fight, kill, and make trouble all day long, can he write poetry?

Don't be funny.

Li Shimin finally understood what Li Gang meant by saying this to himself.

Li Gang also didn't believe that this was written by Cheng Chu.

Li Shimin thought for a moment and said, "Tomorrow is the time for them to take the school exam, right?" ”

"Yes, tomorrow's school exam."

"Then let their parents come, and I will test them myself."

"Whoa!"

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There are very few classes in the afternoon, so school ends early.

Cheng Chumo and the others left the palace in a hurry.

But as soon as they left the palace, they were stopped by Su Lin, Su Feng and others.

"Cheng Chumo, you have made a lot of limelight today, tomorrow you will take the school exam, if you can still be in the limelight, then you are amazing."

"I don't know where I stole a poem from and dare to show it off like this?"

"Hmph, we don't know you yet, you can write poetry? If you can write poetry, the dogs in this world will not eat. ”

After Su Lin and the others reacted, they became suspicious of Cheng Chumo.

And when they said this, Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaiyu were immediately enslaved.

"Your grandmother is a bear, Lao Tzu is in the limelight, so she writes poetry, what's wrong, what kind of thing are you, you have the ability to write too?

"That's it, that's it, if you can't write it, you're jealous of us, hmph, I really think we're afraid of you."

"That's right, do you want to fight?"

After the two sides exchanged words, the contradiction soon intensified.

And for people of their age, the easiest and quickest way to deal with things is to fight.

They have done this before, and neither side is convinced of the other.

However, when they were about to fight, Li Zhen stopped them.

"Okay, tomorrow's school exam, we'll see you later, don't forget, tomorrow the saint will be there in person."

If there is a fight, people on both sides will have to hang up the lottery, and Li Shimin will see it tomorrow, so he must not be angry?

After Li Zhen finished talking about the situation, he took Cheng Chumo and a few of them away.

"Li Zhen, what do you mean, if they want to fight, just fight with them, is it possible that we are still afraid of them?"

"I'm afraid that we must not be afraid, I've fought so many times before, have I ever been afraid?"

"That's right, so what do you mean?"

Li Zhen said: "Don't forget, we have poems, tomorrow the school exam, we will definitely be in the limelight, in this case, why compete with them at this time?" ”

Li Zhen is Li Ji's son, and this wisdom is somewhat inherited, so many times, Cheng Chumo and they listen to Li Zhen.

"Yes, yes, tomorrow we will make them look good."

"That's it, if I can't torture them to death tomorrow, I won't be surnamed Qin."

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Cheng Chumo and a few of them left, and on Su Lin and Su Feng's side, their people were also a little puzzled.

"Brother Lin, are we going to let them go like this? When they fight, they must have suffered a loss, and they must have been scared. ”

"It's just, they must be scared."

Su Lin smiled lightly and said, "What's the hurry, tomorrow they will make a fool of themselves, do you really think that Cheng has the ability to write poetry?" He can't even write limerick poems, let alone this one "Compassion for Nong", look at it, tomorrow they will make a fool of themselves, it's okay if they can't write it, but if it is written, do you think the saint will believe him Cheng Chumo? ”

Hearing Su Lin's words, the others suddenly came to their senses.

"Yes, yes, what Brother Lin said is right, they are lucky today, and we will see the excitement tomorrow."

"That's it, that's it, tomorrow I'll see how Cheng Chumo cries, fighting with our Brother Lin, it's really looking for death."

"That's right, he's just looking for death, and we'll see how he dies tomorrow."

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