Countless ministers all looked surprised.

They looked at the four big characters on Li Chengfeng's rice paper, and the expressions in their eyes changed from contempt to shock, and finally from shock to admiration.

Then he stood silently behind Li Chengfeng and remained silent.

They chose the person they wanted to support and the champion of this calligraphy competition, that is, the Eighth Prince of the Tang Dynasty, Li Chengfeng!

When Wei Zheng saw a dozen ministers, all standing behind Li Chengfeng.

He was also at a loss as Monk Zhang Er.

Wei Zheng said with a straight face: "Ministers, although the eighth prince is the son of the dragon, you can't be so partial! Isn't there anyone who stands behind Chen Guogong?"

At the same time, Hou Junji also shouted and said: "That's right, you were praising my calligraphy just now, but then you turned around and you were all standing behind the Eighth Prince? Huh... I don't accept it! Mr. Zheng Guo

, please give me some feedback!"

Hou Junji was not convinced.

There is no shame in losing, but the problem is, you lose without even knowing why you lost? Isn’t this a bit too much?

Are these ministers so afraid of the Eighth Prince?

"Well, let me go and take a look!"

So Wei Zheng walked to Li Chengfeng's desk and looked at the calligraphy on the rice paper on the table.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. When he saw it, Wei Zheng was stunned!

Li Chengfeng's calligraphy is powerful, as vigorous as a pine, and like a horned dragon.

Every stroke can be said to be very thick and simple. With such strong calligraphy, it is impossible to write such handwriting without more than sixty years of hard practice!

Wei Zheng was stunned when he saw it.

He knows Hou Junji's calligraphy well, and it's not much better than his own.

But Wei Zheng had never seen Li Chengfeng's calligraphy.

Wei Zheng calmed down, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Then he let out a long sigh, bowed respectfully to Li Chengfeng, and said: "The Eighth Prince's calligraphy can be said to be the best in the world today. I admire him, I admire him!"

After saying that, Wei Zheng then stood behind Li Chengfeng and said: "Chen Guogong, I can announce that the eighth prince won this game!"

"What? The Eighth Prince won? How is this possible? I have been practicing martial arts for decades, how could I not be able to beat the Eighth Prince? This is impossible, impossible!"

Hou Junji's face turned red from anxiety.

Until he came to Li Chengfeng and saw the calligraphy on Li Chengfeng's desk.

He was so shocked that he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time!

"I lost, I really lost!"

Hou Junji let out a long sigh, his old face instantly looked much older.

Wei Zheng really couldn't stand it any longer, so he patted Hou Junji on the shoulder and said: "Chen Guogong, the eighth prince is the best prodigy in the world. He is the son of heaven. It is not shameful to lose to the eighth prince! Think about it,

The Eighth Prince proposed the advanced concept of 'South-to-North Water Diversion' to solve the drought problem of people's livelihood! In terms of culture, he surpassed Lai Guogong and solved the eternal problems that have troubled the world! So it is not shameful for you to lose to the Eighth Prince.

!”

After being enlightened by Wei Zheng, Hou Junji's face suddenly showed a look of joy.

He turned to smile cheerfully, bowed deeply to Li Chengfeng, and said respectfully: "Haha, the Eighth Prince, it's the old minister who is blind! The Eighth Prince's calligraphy is like a man from heaven descending to earth. The old minister lost, and the old minister is so convinced that he lost.

!”

"Well, so, when will the bet be cashed out? You owe me 1,000 gold!"

"Uh... OK, I will keep my promise. I will not go back on my promise to the Eighth Prince! I will prepare the money tonight and send it to the Prince's Mansion tomorrow!"

"Okay, then thank Duke Chen Guo for the money!"

Li Chengfeng laughed happily.

I have to say that it was really satisfying to cheat these ministers out of their money.

Even though these ministers only have a monthly salary of a few dozen gold, they usually use public funds to do things, and they also steal some of the benefits.

After all, financial management in ancient times was not electronic, but manual, so some ministers were actually very corrupt, but Li Shimin had no way to investigate.

But it’s hard to say who is the most embezzled, because there is nowhere to check.

However, Li Chengfeng had a small notebook of "historical records" about these ministers. In those notebooks, Li Chengfeng discovered several corrupt ministers.

Among them, one is the Duke of Lingyan Pavilion, one of the twenty-four heroes of the founding of the country.

It's just that Li Chengfeng knew that he was embezzling, but he couldn't find any evidence, so he couldn't file a lawsuit.

When Li Chengfeng found the evidence, he had to ransack the Duke's house from top to bottom!

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"Haha, congratulations to our Tang Dynasty for adding a great calligrapher! Congratulations!"

"That's right, the Eighth Prince is really a god and man from heaven to earth! I admire him, I admire him!"

"Alas, it's a pity that the eighth prince excels in martial arts, but he doesn't know how to use martial arts. If the eighth prince has talent in martial arts, then we in the Tang Dynasty will have only one prince who is good at both civil and military arts!"

Many ministers present praised Li Chengfeng without hesitation.

Li Chengfeng also quite enjoyed the feeling of being admired by others and being admired by all the stars.

I made 1,000 gold easily. The money these ministers have is really easy to make!

After a while, Li Shimin also came to Wenxuan Pavilion. Seeing these ministers so happy, Li Shimin also laughed cheerfully.

Li Shimin smiled and said: "Today is the Tang Dynasty's annual calligraphy competition! Ministers, you are really on time, oh, Feng'er is here too? Haha, not bad, not late at last!"

Behind Li Shimin, there were several men from Yushu Lingfeng.

The leader is seven feet tall, has thick eyebrows and dark eyes, and is very handsome. He is the prince of the Tang Dynasty, Li Chengqian.

The people beside Li Chengqian were the Tang princes, Li Zhi, Li Tai and others.

Li Shimin suddenly came to Li Chengfeng's side and looked at the four big characters in front of Li Chengfeng's desk, and couldn't help but be stunned.

"God rewards those who work hard? Good words, good words!"

"Feng'er, who wrote these words?"

Li Shimin was very curious, who has such powerful calligraphy?

Li Chengfeng smiled and said, "Of course it's me, father!"

"What? Did you write it? Feng'er, don't joke with me! I look at the secrets of his calligraphy. Without decades of hard practice, I would never be able to write these four powerful characters with a brush!"

Not to mention you, even I can't write such big characters!"

Li Chengfeng frowned and said, "But these words were written by me. Can I lie to you?"

"Feng'er, don't lie! I know you want to leave a good impression on your brothers in today's calligraphy competition! But you can't act recklessly and let the handwriting written by other ministers be used as an example.
Chapter completed!