Li Chengfeng smiled, looked at Changsun Chong, and said, "Then I dare to ask Mr. Changsun, when you grow up, do you want to pursue a career in literature or martial arts?"

Changsun Chong also smiled confidently and said: "I have studied the Four Books and Five Classics since I was a child. I think that in terms of cultural talent, I have reached the level of Teacher Du Ruhui! Because my father, eldest Sun Wuji, is a civil servant, so I also want to be a literary scholar in the future!"

"Oh? Hahaha, if you study martial arts without studying literature, you will be a member of the Tang Dynasty in vain. If you study literature without studying martial arts, you will be a mere two hundred and fifty! Hahaha..."

"Two hundred and five? Pfft..."

"Hahaha……"

Li Lizhi and Wu Xu both started laughing.

Because Li Chengfeng was scolding Changsun Chong in disguise, just a 250.

The two of them often play together with Li Chengfeng, so they know that two hundred and five means a curse.

Although Changsun Chong still doesn't know what two hundred and five means, Changsun Chong can tell from the expression of Princess Li Lizhi of Changle that two hundred and five is definitely not a good word.

Changsun Chong became a little depressed and said: "But when I grow up, I, Changsun Chong, will be able to acquire both cultural relics and be a good minister to serve the Tang Dynasty! Eighth Prince, I heard that you are extremely talented and intelligent. Do you dare to compete with me in literary talent?"

?"

"Okay, come!"

Li Chengfeng also looked at Changsun Chong with great interest.

This guy seems to be used to running rampant in the palace. His father is Sun Wuji, the leader of the twenty-four heroes of Lingyan Pavilion, so he must be very arrogant on weekdays.

But now that he has met Li Chengfeng, Li Chengfeng will definitely let him know what it means to be low-key!

"Eighth Prince, if you and I are to compete in literary talent, we will not compete in calligraphy! How about we compete in poetry recitation today?"

"OK!"

After Changsun Chong finished speaking, Li Chengfeng immediately agreed.

Because Changsun Chong knew that the calligraphy of the eighth prince Li Chengfeng had been praised by the emperor, Du Ruhui and others, and he also won the first place in the calligraphy competition, so Changsun Chong knew that he would definitely lose if he competed with Li Chengfeng in calligraphy.

But reciting poems and composing poems is different.

This kind of literary talent, which requires not only talent but also acquired learning, cannot be learned by a six-year-old child.

Moreover, even if the Eighth Prince can compose poetry, he does not have enough experience and the poems he writes will definitely be without nutrition, so he still wins.

In fact, Changsun Chong just wanted to express himself in front of Princess Li Lizhi of Changle.

In this case, maybe Princess Changle likes me, and when she goes to propose marriage in the future, she will agree?

However, Li Chengfeng had already guessed what Changsun Chong was thinking.

Humph, you want to pretend to be a bitch in front of my sister? Impossible!

As long as I, Li Chengfeng, am here, you can be beaten by me!

"Haha, since Changsun Chong is going to compete with my brother Feng'er in poetry writing, then I, the older sister, will be the referee. What do you think?"

"Okay, Princess Changle will be the referee. I feel very honored!"

"Ha ha!"

Princess Changle covered her mouth and chuckled.

Li Chengfeng put his hands in his trouser pockets and said: "Chang Sun Chong, there is no problem in writing poems in the competition, but I, Li Chengfeng, have a small hobby! So let's do it. Let's compete and win two out of three games. Who loses?

How about giving 1,000 gold to anyone?"

"What? 1,000 gold?"

"Ding, surprise from Changsun Chong, naughty value is 20!"

Changsun Chong was extremely surprised.

He didn't expect that the dignified Eighth Prince of the Tang Dynasty would actually like to gamble?

But, this is a thousand gold pieces? Where can I get it?

Li Chengfeng grinned and said: "No, Changsun Chong? The son of the dignified Duke Changsun Wuji can't even get 1,000 gold, right? Don't embarrass me again!"

"Wait a minute, who said I can't bring you 1,000 gold? Okay, let's have a try! However, if you, the Eighth Prince, lose to me, will you also lose 1,000 gold to me?"

"It's natural. You know, the most important thing for me, Li Chengfeng, is money! Who made me the eighth prince of the Tang Dynasty? My father gives me money every day, and I can't even spend it all!"

Li Chengfeng smiled slyly, but on the other hand, a thin stream of sweat broke out on Changsun Chong's forehead.

Yes, the eighth prince's father is the current emperor, and his wealth and power are at the peak of the Tang Dynasty, so Li Chengfeng must be very rich.

And what about me? I only have a few dozen gold on me, and no extra money at all.

If he loses to the Eighth Prince, then he can only go to his father Changsun Wuji's treasury and steal his money.

Changsun Chong turned his head and looked at Li Lizhi's smiling face. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's a bet!"

"Okay, come on then! You recite the poem first, and I will follow you!"

"But, then, it's better to obey orders than to be respectful, Eighth Prince!"

Changsun Chong suddenly opened the folding fan in his hand and began to recite poems in a graceful manner.

Changsun Chong turned his head and looked at the soldiers who were practicing on the martial arts field on the left, so he started to recite a poem!

"The sun is scorching in the martial arts field, and the Tang Dynasty dispatches millions of troops. Once the dynasty goes south to destroy the Turks, we are the only one who has the Xuanjia Army of the Tang Dynasty!"

"What a poem, what a poem, hahaha!"

Changsun Chong laughed heartily.

Princess Li Lizhi of Changle also smiled and said: "Although this poem has some flaws, relatively speaking, it is quite good to be able to write this poem in such a short period of time! Brother Feng'er,

It’s your turn!”

It seems that Changsun Chong still has some literary talent!

But Li Chengfeng read through the collection of ancient and modern poems, and if he picked out any poem by Li Bai, Du Fu, etc., he would scorn Changsun Chong!

Li Chengfeng smiled and said, "Listen up, Changsun Chong!"

"Well, I'm all ears!"

"Ahem!"

"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea and never returns! If you don't see it, the mirror in the high hall will have sad white hair, and it will look like blue silk in the morning and turn into snow in the evening!"

…

"Wha, what?"

"Ding, the shock from Changsun Chong, the naughty value is 50!"

"Ding, the shock from Li Lizhi, the naughty value is 59!"

When Li Chengfeng spoke the first line of the poem, everyone present was shocked.

Especially Changsun Chong and Li Lizhi.

Because the poems that Li Chengfeng then wrote were as profound as the abyss.

Moreover, this is a poem that Li Chengfeng picked up at his fingertips?

A six-year-old child could actually recite a poem with such profound artistic conception. Could this not shock Changsun Chong?

Therefore, when Changsun Chong heard Li Chengfeng finish the first poem, he knew that he had lost, and he had lost completely.

He was completely defeated.

"The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will bring you fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you!"
Chapter completed!