"Young Master Zhao really has the courage. This eighth riddle is a bit difficult." The old man followed Zhao Chen and said with a smile.

He admired Zhao Chen's courage quite much.

But this courage is not strength!

"The story of the eighth riddle is that the person coming is actually a Penglai guest!" Qin Huaiyu glanced at the riddle and said to Zhao Chen with a cautious look on his face.

When Qin Huaiyu came up with the riddle, he also tried to use the puzzle method Zhao Chen taught them in his mind.

But I found that I couldn't even touch it.

Not to mention solving riddles!

Obviously, the previous method would not work on this eighth riddle.

"The person who came was actually Penglai Ke? How can I solve this?"

"What words can be interpreted can make you feel a little strange when you pronounce it!"

"This eighth riddle is obviously different from the previous one. I can find some traces before. This riddle is so dark!"

"This is too difficult, who is the riddle that this person has created?"

"Isn't this a difficult situation?"

The people who were guessing riddles behind Zhao Chen were frowning at this moment.

Many people gave up when they saw this eighth riddle.

Nothing else, they couldn't even figure out what the riddle meant.

How can I guess the answer to the riddle?

"Young Master Zhao, this riddle was produced by Duan Lun, the Minister of Works of the Ministry of Works at that time. If you can't guess it, it's not embarrassing!" The old man said to Zhao Chen with a smile.

"Duan Lun, Minister of Works?"

"It turned out to be a riddle made by Duan Shangshu himself, no wonder it is so difficult to guess."

"Shangshu Duan is also a great scholar. I guess the eighth way is the end of everyone."

When everyone who had already frowned seemed to breathe a sigh of relief when they heard that the person who gave the question was the Minister of Works of the Ministry of Works of the current dynasty.

Obviously, they no longer have the idea of ​​guessing this riddle.

"Brother, we'll be..."

"To be honest, Duan Shangshu's level is not very good!" Zhao Chen interrupted Cheng Chumo, picked up the brush on the table, and wrote the word "shan" on the paper.

"Next!" Zhao Chen put down his brush, said lightly, and then continued to walk towards the ninth riddle.

"Wizard, Wizard!" The old man suddenly became excited, his hands trembling constantly.

"He...he guessed it right?"

"It's really... it's the word "mountain"?"

"How is this possible? How long has it been since I didn't even understand the meaning of the riddle."

When everyone saw the old man so excited, they couldn't help looking at each other.

The eyes that looked at Zhao Chen also became hot.

"Zhao Chen is really just a tavern shopkeeper?" Li Ruoshuang murmured at Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaiyu.

Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaiyu looked at Zhao Chen's back, turned around, patted their faces, and nodded fiercely.

...

"The moon will wash away the Huanying tonight..." Wang Ji stood in the audience, holding the poem in his hand, and slowly chanting.

After reading the first sentence, everyone showed surprise.

The Mid-Autumn Festival moonlight is like water, washing the whole world, and this state of mind is much greater than that of Wang Ji.

"I think only Your Majesty can write such a magnificent poem in the first sentence!" Changsun Wuji smiled and flattered Li Shimin.

Li Shimin didn't speak, waiting for the next poem Wang Ji read.

"The summer heat fades away and the sky is clear, and the autumn is clear and the scenery is clear."

"The stars make the light shine, and the wind and dew make the crystal clear."

Wang Ji didn't even pause for the second and third sentences.

After reading the third sentence, he stopped and looked at Li Shimin.

The word "联" in the third sentence can be described as a masterpiece.

How dare the light of the stars compete with the bright moon?

His Majesty the Emperor has such ambitions. Is this aspiration to write poems on the Mid-Autumn Festival. What ideas do you convey?

"Your Majesty uses poetry to show his ambitions and has the heart of Bao Hanyu. I admire it!" Li Xiaogong bowed to Li Shimin and said.

Li Shimin still didn't speak.

I thought I didn't write this poem myself.

Who knows what Zhao Chen will write about this last sentence?

If this last sentence makes a reversal for him, it would be embarrassing if he is exposed by then.

"Your Majesty is indeed very literary. With the stars and bright ambitions of the bright moon, this alone is much better than the poem Wang Ji just now!"

"Wang Ji is just a pick-up person's wisdom. This realm is far from that of Your Majesty."

"No wonder Wang Ji looked like he saw a ghost, and His Majesty's poems were far stronger than him!"

"Hehe, today's literary comparison, Your Majesty is the ultimate winner!"

The voices of the people in Chang'an City came over, but Wang Ji was not very uncomfortable.

After all, he is old and has a calm mind, and will not experience any fluctuations in his heart because of other people's words.

But Li Chengqian is different.

He was full of hope to win these two competitions so that the people of Chang'an City could know that they were the saints of the Tang Dynasty in the future.

Li Shimin, who had already won the victory, wanted to make a fuss, regardless of his face.

Li Chengqian felt that he was targeted by Li Shimin!

"Du He." Li Chengqian and Du He winked.

Du He immediately understood, walked to Li Shimin, bowed and said, "Your Majesty is quick and easy. I admire you. It is just a comparison between civil and military affairs at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet. It is a confusion of rules for the comparison between the ministers and the Majesty's literary master!"

Changsun Wuji immediately reacted and knew that this was what Li Chengqian meant.

I secretly said that Li Chengqian was sober at this time.

I also know how to arm myself with rules!

"Your Majesty, Du He is right. Your Majesty is better than Mr. Wugong, but Your Majesty is the king. Isn't it a confusing magnitude and inferiority?

"The winner of this Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet Wenbi should be Mr. Wugong!" Changsun Wuji bowed and said.

"Your Majesty, I also think that what Changsun Pushe said is true. Your Majesty has a noble status. How can he compete with his ministers?" Wei Zheng also frowned and advised him.

"Doctor Wei's words make sense. This poem by His Majesty the Emperor is indeed very good. How can he compete with his ministers?"

"Yes, if this poem was written by someone else, it must be perfect, but this poem is His Majesty's..."

"Then this article is better than the last winner, and it seems that Wang Ji is still the same!"

The people of Chang'an City also said one after another.

Wouldn’t the emperor compete with his ministers to disrupt the superiority and inferiority?

No matter how good this poem is, it cannot be considered a win.

Li Shimin frowned and glanced at the prince Li Chengqian sitting aside. The annoyance in his heart was already on his face.

"Guanyin maid, they began to force me before they even finished reading the last line of poetry!" Li Shimin said in a low voice.

"His Majesty……"

"I will tell you today that the poem just now was not written by me, but someone else."

"Fang Xuanling, do you recognize the handwriting of the poem?" Li Shimin suddenly stood up and said loudly.

Even regardless of Empress Changsun’s advice, it can be seen that she was extremely annoyed!
Chapter completed!