The Great Tang: God-level Bear Child

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

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

"Oh? Hahaha, if you study martial arts but don't study literature, you're in vain as a member of the Tang Dynasty. If you study literature but don't study martial arts, it's just two hundred and five! Hahaha..."

"Two hundred and five? Pfft..."

"Hahaha……"

Li Lizhi and Wu Xu both burst out laughing.

Because Li Chengfeng was scolding Sun Chong in disguise, it was two hundred and five.

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

Although Chang Sun Chong didn't know what two hundred and five meant, but Chang Sun Chong could tell from Princess Changle's Li Lizhi's expression that two hundred and five was definitely not a good word.

The eldest Sun Chong was a little depressed, and said: "But my eldest Sun Chong, when I grow up, I will definitely have both cultural relics, be a good courtier, and serve the Great Tang! Eighth Prince, I heard that you are extremely talented, dare you compete with me for a literary talent ?"

"Okay, come on!"

Li Chengfeng also looked at Chang Sun Chong with great interest.

This guy seemed to be used to running rampant in the palace, and because his father was Sun Wuji, the head of the twenty-four heroes of Lingyan Pavilion, he was also very arrogant on weekdays.

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

"Eighth Prince, I will compete with you in literary talent, not in calligraphy! Why don't we come and have a competition in reciting poems today, how about it?"

"OK!"

After Chang Sun Chong finished speaking, Li Chengfeng immediately agreed.

Because Chang Sun Chong knew that the eighth prince Li Chengfeng's calligraphy was appreciated by the emperor, Du Ruhui and others, and he also won the first place in the calligraphy competition, so Chang Sun Chong knew that he would definitely lose in the calligraphy competition with Li Chengfeng.

But reciting poems and composing right is different.

In addition to talent, this kind of literary talent needs to be learned the day after tomorrow. It is not something a six-year-old child can learn.

Moreover, even if the Eighth Prince can compose poems, he does not have enough experience, and the poems he writes must be worthless, so he still wins.

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

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

However, Li Chengfeng had already guessed Chang Sun Chong's thoughts.

Hmph, want to pretend to be B in front of my sister? impossible!

With me, Li Chengfeng, you can be overwhelmed by me!

"Haha, since Chang Sun Chong is going to compete with my younger brother Feng'er in poetry, then I, the elder sister, will be the judge. What do you think?"

"Okay, I feel very honored to have Princess Changle as the referee!"

"Ha ha!"

Princess Changle covered her mouth and laughed lightly.

And Li Chengfeng put his hands in his trouser pockets, and said: "Chang Sun Chong, it's okay to write poetry in competitions, but I, Li Chengfeng, have a little hobby! Let's do it this way. We will compete and win two out of three games. How about giving 1,000 gold to anyone?"

"What? 1000 gold?"

"Ding, surprise from Chang Sun Chong, naughty value +20!"

Chang Sun Chong was extremely surprised.

He didn't expect that the eighth prince of the Tang Dynasty would still like to gamble?

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

Li Chengfeng grinned, and said: "No way, Sun Chong? The son of Sun Wuji, the dignified prince, can't even get 1000 gold? Don't embarrass me again!"

"Wait a minute, who said I can't get 1,000 gold? Well, let's compete! However, if the eighth prince loses to me, will you also lose 1,000 gold to the little minister?"

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

Li Chengfeng smiled slyly, but Chang Sun Chong's forehead was covered with sweat.

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

And what about myself? There are only dozens of gold on him, and there is no extra money at all.

If he lost to the Eighth Prince, he could only go to his father's grandson Wuji's vault and steal his money.

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

"Okay, then come on! You recite poems first, and I will follow!"

"But, then, respect is worse than obedience, Eighth Prince!"

Chang Sun Chong suddenly opened the folding fan in his hand, and began to chant poems in a dignified manner.

Chang Sun Chong turned his head and looked at the soldiers who were practicing on the martial arts field on the left, so he began to chant poems!

"The sun is scorching and the martial arts field is hot, and the Tang Dynasty sent millions of soldiers. Once we go south to destroy the Turks, we are the only Xuanjia army of the Tang Dynasty!"

"Good poetry, good poetry, hahaha!"

Changsun Chong laughed heartily.

Princess Li Lizhi of Changle also smiled and said: "Although this poem is slightly flawed, relatively speaking, it is quite good to be able to compose this poem in such a short period of time! Brother Feng'er, It's your turn!"

It seems that Chang Sun Chong still has some literary talents!

But Li Chengfeng has read through the ancient and modern poetry collections, such as Li Bai, Du Fu, poetry sages, poetry, and poetry. If you take out any poem, it will be the existence of Changsun Chong!

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

"Well, all ears!"

"Ahem!"

"Don't you see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning! Don't you see it, the mirror in the high hall is sad and white, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening!"

...

"What, what?"

"Ding, the shock from Chang Sun Chong, naughty value +50!"

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

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

Especially Chang Sun Chong and Li Lizhi.

Because, Li Chengfeng's subsequent poems have a profound artistic conception, as deep as an abyss.

Moreover, this is Li Chengfeng's poem at his fingertips, right?

A six-year-old child can actually recite such a poem with profound artistic conception. Can this not shock Chang Sun Chong?

Therefore, when Chang Sun Chong heard Li Chengfeng finish the first poem, he knew that he had already lost, and he lost to the point where he lost all his body.

He was completely defeated.

"Five-flowered horses, thousands of gold, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrows with you!"

Finally, after Li Chengfeng wrote a poem, Changsun Chong stood there in complete bewilderment.