Zhao Chen said just now, obviously saying that these Chang'an City scholars are not good.
What does this mean is a riddle that you haven't guessed for seven or eight years?
Humiliation, blatant humiliation.
The young scholar was very annoyed and stared at Zhao Chen with his eyes tightly.
Zhao Chen didn't want to have a conflict with others, so he smiled and said, "This young master is just talking casually."
"But the simplicity of this riddle is only seen in my life."
As soon as Zhao Chen finished speaking, Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaiyu had already grasped Zhao Chen's hands tightly.
"Brother, do you think this riddle is simple?"
"Zhao Chen, don't lie to me!"
Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaiyu said to Zhao Chen from the left and right, with their expressions looking extremely excited.
"I only saw you in my life? The young master is still saying that I am a scholar in Chang'an City is stupid, right?" The young scholar's face looked even more ugly.
He thought Zhao Chen was giving in, but who knew that what he said was the same as before.
"Boy, why are you talking about that? Believe it or not, I will kill you?" Seeing that this person bit Zhao Chen and refused to let go, Cheng Chumo was unhappy.
If you can't even guess the first riddle, what's wrong if you look down on you?
Although Cheng Chumo is not old, he is also a reckless man in appearance.
After being intimidated by him, the young scholar would not dare to speak.
Immediately retreated aside and didn't dare to say a word.
But his eyes were looking at Zhao Chen, with a hint of disdain.
"Brother, tell me, how can I solve this first riddle?" Qin Huaiyu had been unable to control himself, and his expression was a little urgent.
"Looking at the south, the lonely star is rising, and it should be the word "Zhuang"." Zhao Chen picked up a brush from under the lantern, wrote the word "Zhuang" on the white paper under the lantern.
"Zhuang?" Cheng Chumo didn't understand at all.
Qin Huaiyu also frowned, not understanding how Zhao Chen understood the word "Zhuang".
"Young master is very capable, and he can solve this riddle in such a short time!" Cheng Chumo and the others were wondering why the answer to this riddle was "Zhuang" when an old man came over from the side.
"I wonder how the young master interpreted this word, can you tell me?" the old man said to Zhao Chen with a smile.
There was a hint of surprise in his eyes when he looked at Zhao Chen.
"Go to the north and the south, left to the west and right to the east, 'look south' means the part of the word 'wang' under the character "wang."
"'Lone Star' is a point, and the 'Brow Moon' refers to the moon at the beginning of the moon, like a stroke."
"'Skip' is added to the left of the character 'wang', and the 'dot' is above the character 'wang', and the three parts are combined into the character 'zhuang'."
"Are the elders satisfied with this explanation?" Zhao Chen said, and looked at the old man in front of him with a smile.
Fortunately, before he traveled through time, he also liked to read some weird books, otherwise he wouldn't be able to guess it.
However, this riddle is indeed much simpler than the others Zhao Chen has seen.
"Paipa--"
The old man applauded Zhao Chen, his face full of surprise.
"Young Master is really a talented person. He explains it so much. In the past eight years, the young master's speed of resolving mystery should be the first person." The old man looked at Zhao Chen and said slowly.
"It really...is it really solved?"
"It turned out to be the word 'Zhuang'. Even if you want to break your head, you can't think it would be this word."
"Young master is a talented man, I am really ashamed. Please forgive me." The young scholar just now heard the process of Zhao Chen's resolving mystery, and the old man affirmed it.
There is no longer the disdain on your face as before.
Instead, there was a face full of surprise and admiration.
"It's okay, it's just a trivial matter!" Zhao Chen waved his hand and did not take what he had just done.
"Young Master, I want to..."
"Zhao Chen, didn't you say you won't come out today?" The old man was about to speak when he saw a young woman walking to Zhao Chen with a look of surprise.
...
After Li Shimin said that he asked Wang Jifu to correct his poems, he felt a little regretful.
Although Zhao Chen has both excellent calligraphy and painting, he has superb cooking skills, and even carving is at the level of a master.
But Li Shimin had never seen Zhao Chen actually write poetry.
The previous one wrote "Bamboo sticks and straw shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A raincoat can last forever."
Although the artistic conception is excellent, it is not a complete poem after all.
Furthermore, whether it was written by Zhao Chen is still to be discussed.
But now, Li Shimin even took out the poem he hadn't even read and asked Wang Ji to comment.
If Zhao Chen writes this randomly, or it doesn't write it well.
Where did he put Li Shimin's face?
Wang Ji stood below and was stunned when he heard His Majesty the Emperor's words.
I originally thought I was sure to win.
Why did His Majesty the Emperor even come up with a poem?
Is this unwilling to let myself win this game?
Li Chengqian was also confused.
This competition that had already won, the father actually made a fuss?
"Dare you ask Your Majesty, is this poem written by Your Majesty?" Wang Ji felt aggrieved and asked Li Shimin.
Since Li Shimin didn't want him to win, he, Wang Ji, was also willing to do his best.
Li Shimin is a good leader in leading troops to fight, and it is also good to manage political affairs, but writing poetry is far from being apart.
Wang Ji didn't believe it, but how could the poems written by Li Shimin be compared with those written by himself?
Li Shimin was immediately stopped by Wang Ji.
I thought to myself that this old man seemed to be trying his best.
If this poem is written in a mess, I guess this old man will turn into Wei Zheng and spit me to death.
But if it is not said it is mine, then...
"Yes, I occasionally had free time yesterday. I thought about today's Mid-Autumn Festival, and occasionally felt something, so I wrote a poem."
"If you write badly, don't make fun of it, elders." Li Shimin said with a smile.
"What the father's emperor has done must be an eternal article, shining with the sun and the moon." Li Tai immediately cheered for Li Shimin.
I didn't expect that this flattery would hit the horse's legs.
Li Shimin's face twitched twice.
I secretly thought that if you make a fool of yourself today, no one of you little bastards will run away.
Especially Zhao Chen.
The little bastard didn't allow me to check in advance, and I was really afraid of being out of Taiwan at this time.
"Wu Tong, hand this poem to the elder!" Li Shimin handed the poem folded in his hand to the eunuch Wu Tong next to him.
Wuling took it, walked off the stage, and handed it to Wang Ji.
"Hey, Shubao, I have never heard of Your Majesty as a writer. Today I am forced to do nothing, right?" Cheng Yaojin and Qin Shubao said in a low voice.
"This poem should have been prepared in advance, but it has not been taken apart. And looking at His Majesty's face, I don't seem to know the content of this poem."
"If I guess it's right, someone should have prepared a poem for His Majesty." Qin Shubao observed Li Shimin's expression change and said to Cheng Yaojin in a low voice.
"What? That poem may not be..."
To be continued...