The God-Level Prodigal Son of the Tang Dynasty

What Zhao Chen just said was obviously saying that they, the scholars of Chang'an City, were not good enough.

What do you mean this is a lantern riddle that you haven't figured out for seven or eight years?

Humiliation, blatant humiliation.

The young scribe was very angry and stared at Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen didn't want to cause a conflict with anyone, so he just smiled and said, "This young master, I'm just talking casually."

"But the simplicity of this lantern riddle is something I've never seen before."

As soon as Zhao Chen finished speaking, Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaiyu tightly grasped Zhao Chen's hands.

"Brother, do you think this lantern riddle is easy?"

"Zhao Chen, you must not lie to me!"

Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaiyu talked to Zhao Chen, one on the left and one on the right, looking extremely excited.

"This is the only time I've seen you in my life? Master, are you still saying that I, a scholar from Chang'an City, am stupid?" The young scribe's expression turned even more ugly.

He thought Zhao Chen was giving in, but who knew, he actually said the same thing as before.

"Boy, what are you doing nagging you there? Do you believe I'm going to kill you?" Seeing this man biting Zhao Chen and not letting go, Cheng Chumo was not happy.

If I can't even guess the first lantern riddle, what's wrong with me just because I look down on you?

Although Cheng Chumo is young, he looks like a rough guy.

How could the young scribe dare to speak after being threatened like this?

He immediately stepped aside, not daring to say another word.

His eyes were looking at Zhao Chen with a hint of disdain.

"Brother, tell me, what's the solution to this first lantern riddle?" Qin Huaiyu couldn't hold himself back for a long time and looked a little anxious.

"Looking south at the lone star with its brows and rising moon, it should be the word 'Zhuang'." Zhao Chen picked up a writing brush from under the lantern and wrote the word "Zhuang" on the white paper under the lantern.

"Zhuang?" Cheng Chumo didn't understand at all.

Qin Huaiyu also frowned, wondering how Zhao Chen figured out the word "zhuang".

"Young master is so talented, you can actually solve this lantern riddle in such a short time!" Cheng Chumo and the others were wondering why the answer to the riddle was the word "zhuang", when an old man came by.

Come over.

"I don't know how the young master solved this word. Can you tell me?" The old man said to Zhao Chen with a smile.

There was a hint of surprise in Zhao Chen's eyes.

"Up north and down south, left west and right east, 'nanwang' is the word 'wang' under the character 'wang'."

"The 'lone star' refers to a point, and the 'eyebrow moon' refers to the moon at the beginning of the month, which looks like a flicker."

"'Pu' is added to the left of the word '王', and 'Point' is placed above the word '王'. The three parts are combined to form the word 'Zhuang'."

"Are you satisfied with this explanation?" After Zhao Chen finished speaking, he looked at the old man in front of him with a smile.

Fortunately, before he traveled through time, he also liked to read strange books, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to guess it.

However, this lantern riddle is indeed much simpler than the others Zhao Chen has seen.

"Papa -"

The old man applauded Zhao Chen, his face full of surprise.

"Young Master is really talented. He actually explained it in such detail. In the past eight years, I believe that Young Master is the fastest in solving mysteries." The old man looked at Zhao Chen and said slowly.

"Really...really solved?"

"It turns out to be the word 'Zhuang'. No matter how hard I try, I can't figure it out."

"Young Master is a great talent, but I was short-sighted just now. I'm really ashamed. Please forgive me." The young scribe who just now heard Zhao Chen's process of solving the puzzle was affirmed by the old man.

The disdain from before was no longer on his face.

Instead, his face was full of surprise and admiration.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a small matter!" Zhao Chen waved his hands and didn't take what happened just now to his heart.

"Sir, do you still want to..."

"Zhao Chen, didn't you say you wouldn't come out today?" The old man was about to speak when he saw a young woman walking up to Zhao Chen with a surprised look on her face.

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Li Shimin said

After asking Wang Ji to correct his poem, I felt a little regretful.

Although Zhao Chen is a master of calligraphy and painting, his cooking skills are superb, and even his carving skills are at the level of a master.

But he, Li Shimin, had never seen Zhao Chen actually write poetry.

As I wrote before, "A bamboo stick and mango shoes can beat a horse. Who is afraid? You can live your whole life in the misty rain."

Although the artistic conception is excellent, it is not a complete poem after all.

Furthermore, whether Zhao Chen did it or not is still open to question.

But now, Li Shimin actually took out a poem that he had not even read and asked Wang Ji to comment on it.

If Zhao Chen wrote this randomly, or it was written poorly.

Where should 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 that I was already sure of victory.

Why did His Majesty the Emperor come up with a poem?

Are you unwilling to let yourself win this competition?

Li Chengqian was also confused.

In this contest that was already won, the father actually interfered?

"May I ask Your Majesty, is this poem written by Your Majesty?" Wang Ji was heartbroken and asked Li Shimin.

Since Li Shimin didn't want him to win, then Wang Ji would risk it all.

Li Shimin was good at leading troops and fighting, and he was good at managing political affairs, but he was far less good at writing poetry.

Wang Ji didn't believe it. Can the poems written by Li Shimin be compared with those written by himself?

Li Shimin was immediately questioned by Wang Ji.

He thought to himself that this old man looked like he was going to risk his life.

If this poem is nonsense, I guess this old man will turn into Wei Zheng and spray me half to death.

But if you don't say it's mine, then...

"Yes, I had some free time yesterday. I was thinking about the Mid-Autumn Festival today, and I had some thoughts and wrote a poem."

"If the writing is not good, the elders should not make fun of it." Li Shimin said with a smile.

"What my father does must be done

It must be an eternal article that will shine with the sun and the moon. "Li Tai was immediately on the sidelines, cheering for Li Shimin.

Who would have thought that this flattery would hit the horse's leg.

Li Shimin's face twitched twice.

I secretly thought that if I make a fool of myself today, none of you little bastards can even think of running away.

Especially Zhao Chen.

The little bastard didn't allow me to check in advance, which really made me unable to get off the stage at this time, and I was also frightened.

"Wu Shi, give this poem to the elder!" Li Shimin handed the poem folded in his hand to Wu Shi, the eunuch next to him.

Wu Yan took it, walked off the stage, and handed it into Wang Ji's hands.

"Hey, Shubao, I've never heard of His Majesty being able to write poetry. Are you forced to do anything today?" Cheng Yaojin and Qin Shubao whispered.

"This poem should have been prepared in advance, but it has not been opened. And judging from His Majesty's face, it seems that he does not know the content of the poem."

"If my guess is correct, someone should have prepared a poem for His Majesty." Qin Shubao observed the changes in Li Shimin's expression and whispered to Cheng Yaojin.

"What? That poem may not be..."

"Silence, you want to die!" Qin Shubao scolded lightly.

Cheng Yaojin covered his mouth, his eyes full of surprise.

Who could make His Majesty the Emperor trust him so much that he dared to hand over the unopened poem to Wang Jinian?

Whose poem can defeat Wang Ji?

Cheng Yaojin was full of curiosity.

The people of Chang'an City heard that His Majesty the Emperor had actually written a poem himself and wanted to submit it to Wang Ji for comment.

Naturally, I am looking forward to it even more.

Outside the Tai Chi Hall, tens of thousands of people were sitting together, and for a while, not a single sound of discussion could be heard.

It was quiet all around, except for the fireworks that were still going off outside the imperial city, occasionally exploding in the air.

Wang Ji held the folded poem in his hand, feeling slightly uneasy.

After taking a look at Li Chengqian and seeing him nodding slightly towards him, Wang Ji became cruel, opened the poem, and read.