Li Lizhi opened her mouth in shock and said: "Brother Feng'er, this, is this really a poem that you picked up at your fingertips? This, this is a first-rate poem in our Tang Dynasty!"

After Li Lizhi finished speaking, Li Chengfeng smiled lightly.

"About to Enter the Wine" by the poet Li Bai, isn't this a good poem?

"Bah bang bang!"

Then, Li Chengfeng heard a burst of applause coming from behind him.

"Okay, okay! Feng'er, this poem is well done!"

Li Chengfeng turned around and saw that it was Li Shimin who was here!

I saw Li Shimin leading a group of ministers walking towards Li Chengfeng.

If you look carefully, you can see that there are already tears in Li Shimin's eyes.

Because the first sentence of Li Chengfeng's "Let's Enter the Wine" directly pokes Li Shimin's heart!

Li Shimin continued to sigh: "Well, what a saying, "If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky, and it will rush to the sea and never return!"

"Feng'er, you are the only one who understands my heart!"

Li Chengfeng walked into Li Chengfeng, stretched out his big hand, and gently touched Li Chengfeng's little head.

At this moment, Li Shimin restrained his imperial majesty, and looked at Li Chengfeng with gentle eyes like an old father doting on his own child.

Li Shimin originally thought that Li Chengfeng was just a naughty boy who was extremely smart. How could he understand his own thoughts? How could he understand the important matters in the palace?

However, after overhearing Li Chengfeng's poetry this time, Li Shimin changed his view of Li Chengfeng.

On the contrary, Li Chengfeng deeply understood the sorrow of being a king.

"well……"

Li Shimin let out a long sigh.

He was thinking that if he had met Li Chengfeng earlier, maybe the position of prince would not be Li Chengqian's, but Li Chengfeng's.

But now, it's too late.

No matter how amazing Li Chengfeng's talent is, the prince has set a rule that cannot be broken!

Therefore, it will be difficult for Li Chengfeng to become emperor in this life, unless he seeks power and usurps the throne.

But this is actually not what Li Shimin wants to see.

Forget it, becoming the king of the Tang Dynasty is inevitable!

"The Emperor is here? Changsun Chong comes to see the Emperor!"

"My son, I pay my respects to my father!"

"Little girl Wu Xu, please see the Emperor!"

A group of people came together to pay homage to Li Shimin and say hello to him.

Li Shimin nodded and said, "Well, everyone, get up!"

Turning around, Li Shimin looked at Li Chengfeng and said, "Feng'er, what is the name of the poem you just made?"

"Reporting back to my father, that poem is called "The Wine Will Enter"!"

"Oh? Going to drink? What a poem, what a poem!"

Li Shimin nodded with satisfaction, and then Yu Li Chengfeng waved his hand, turned around, and walked towards the palace.

However, he kept chanting: "What a poem, what a poem!"

Li Shimin had just supervised the work on the execution platform and killed the thief who stole 100,000 gold for disaster relief, Zhang Liang, Duke of Yun, and some accomplices.

When I turned around and came to the martial arts arena, I heard Li Chengfeng composing a poem.

Originally, Li Shimin felt uncomfortable after he killed Duke Yun!

When he stepped off the execution platform, everyone was afraid!

So he felt desolate in his heart and felt that no one in this world could understand him.

However, after listening to Li Chengfeng's "About Drinking", Li Shimin felt very comforted.

Because he felt that finally there was someone who could understand the loneliness in his heart as a king.

Alas, it's a pity that Li Chengfeng is still too young.

Otherwise, Li Shimin must have a good drink with Li Chengfeng!

…

"I lost, I lost!"

Changsun Chong murmured to himself.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at Li Chengfeng in disbelief.

He really didn't expect that a six-year-old child could actually compose a poem with such profound artistic conception?

Even Emperor Li Shimin was attracted?

"Sister, tell me, who among us wins this game?"

Li Chengfeng looked at Li Lizhi with a smile.

Li Zixing nodded and said, "Of course you win, brother Feng'er. Changsun Chong, do you have any objection?"

"I have no objection. If I lose, I will accept defeat!"

"Then in the second competition, we won't compete in culture and poetry. How about we compete in strength? Eighth Prince, do you dare to compete with me in strength?"

Changsun Chong had a slight smile on his face.

He thought, if he couldn't compare to the Eighth Prince in his poems, couldn't he even compare to his strength?

After all, after this year, I am fifteen years old, but the Eighth Prince is only six years old, just a child with no power to restrain a chicken!

"Come on, come on, this is the second game, let's test our strength!"

Li Chengfeng smiled even more.

He has the power of an overlord, and looking at the entire Tang Dynasty, everyone has his or her own strength.

This Changsun Chong was so stupid that he wanted to compete with himself?

Isn’t this just playing into Li Chengfeng’s trap?

Li Lizhi looked at Li Chengfeng with some worry and said: "Feng'er, you are only six years old. You are too young. How can you compete with Changsun Chong in strength? You will lose to him!"

"Don't worry, sister, I won't lose to Changsun Chong!"

"Hey, sister feels sorry for you because you lost. You have to pay 1,000 gold to your eldest grandson!"

Li Lizhi said helplessly.

Li Chengfeng smiled and said: "Hmph, I won't lose to Changsun Chong. I've never lost when I bet, don't worry!"

…

Immediately afterwards, Li Chengfeng, Chang Sun Chong and others walked to the martial arts arena together.

As soon as General Li Jing saw Li Chengfeng coming, he clasped his fists and bowed, respectfully greeting: "Old minister Li Jing, pay your respects to the Eighth Prince!"

"Well, no gifts!"

Li Jing wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Eighth Prince, do you also want to come to the martial arts field to watch Li Jing train?"

"If you are interested, Eighth Prince, you can come here and try your hand at martial arts training!"

"Well... this has a long way to go, let's talk about it later!"

Li Chengfeng smiled and said: "General Li Jing, I am competing with Chang Sun Chong to see who is stronger. Do you have any big rocks to test your strength?"

"You want to test your strength with the son of the eldest grandson? Isn't there something inappropriate about this?"

Li Jing said and glared at Changsun Chong because he felt that Changsun Chong was completely fooling around.

Could it be that Changsun Chong still couldn't tell the identity between himself and the Eighth Prince? He was so stupid that he wanted to test his strength with the Eighth Prince?

If the eighth prince wins, it's okay, but if the eighth prince loses, then it will be a disgrace to the royal family, right?

Moreover, the eighth prince is only six years old. Although he is very smart, how can he be as strong as his eldest grandson?

However, Li Chengfeng said: "It doesn't matter, General Li Jing, just follow my instructions and move a few big rocks! Remember, the heavier, the better!"
Chapter completed!