The Great Tang: God-level Bear Child

Countless ministers were all surprised.

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

Then he stood silently behind Li Chengfeng and made no sound.

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

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

He is also confused by Monk Zhang Er.

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

At the same time, Hou Junji also yelled, and said, "That's right, you were praising my calligraphy just now, but when you turned around, you were all standing behind the Eighth Prince? Hmph... the old man refuses to accept it! Zheng Guogong , please give this old man a comment!"

Hou Junji was not convinced.

It's not ashamed to lose, but the problem is, why did I lose without knowing how? Isn't this a little too much?

Are these ministers so afraid of the Eighth Prince?

"Well, wait for the old man to take a look!"

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

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, Wei Zheng was dumbfounded when he saw it!

Li Chengfeng's calligraphy is powerful, vigorous like a pine tree, like a dragon.

Each stroke can be described as very thick and simple. Calligraphy with this kind of strength can't be written without more than sixty years of hard work!

Wei Zheng was dumbfounded when he saw it.

He knew Hou Junji's calligraphy, and it was as good as his own platinum, and he was no better than himself.

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

Wei Zheng calmed down, his eyes were full of unbelievable expressions.

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. The old minister admires, admires!"

After finishing speaking, Wei Zheng also stood behind Li Chengfeng and said, "Chen Guogong, I can announce that the Eighth Prince won this match!"

"What? The eighth prince won? How is this possible? I have been immersed in the law for decades, how can I not compare with the eighth prince? It's impossible, impossible!"

Hou Junji blushed anxiously.

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

He was so shocked that he couldn't recover for a long time!

"I lost, I really lost!"

Hou Junji let out a long sigh, and his old face instantly aged a lot.

Wei Zheng really couldn't stand it anymore, so he patted Hou Junji on the shoulder, and said, "Chen Guogong, the Eighth Prince is the number one child prodigy in the world, he is the son of heaven, losing to the Eighth Prince is not ashamed! 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 the Duke of Lai and solved the eternal problem that has plagued the world! So it is not shameful for you to lose to the Eighth Prince !"

After Wei Zheng's enlightenment, Hou Junji's face suddenly revealed a look of joy.

He turned to smile brightly, 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 heaven and man descending to the earth. The old minister lost, and the old minister was convinced. !"

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

"Uh... well, the old minister said he would do it. If he promised the Eighth Prince, he can't go back on his word! The old minister will prepare the money tonight and send it to the Prince Zhen's mansion tomorrow!"

"Okay, then thank Chen Guogong for the money!"

Li Chengfeng laughed cheerfully.

I have to say that it is really cool to cheat the money of these ministers.

Don't look at the salaries of these ministers who only have dozens of gold per month. But they usually embezzle public funds to do things, and they don't steal the oil and water in it.

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 who is the most corrupt, it is hard to say, because there is nowhere to check.

However, Li Chengfeng has a small book of "historical records" about these ministers. In those books, Li Chengfeng discovered several corrupt ministers.

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

It's just that Li Chengfeng knew that he was corrupt, but he couldn't find evidence, so he couldn't sue.

When Li Chengfeng finds the evidence, he has to copy that Duke's house to the bottom!

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

"That's right, the Eighth Prince is really a god-man in heaven and earth! I admire you, I admire you!"

"Oh, it's a pity that the eighth prince is brilliant in martial arts, but he doesn't know how to use martial arts? If the eighth prince has the talent to practice martial arts, then in our Tang Dynasty, we can say that there is only one prince who is both civil and military!"

Many ministers present praised Li Chengfeng without hesitation.

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

He earned 1,000 gold easily. It is said that the money on these ministers is really easy to make!

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

Li Shimin smiled and said: "Today is the annual calligraphy contest of the Tang Dynasty! Ministers, you are really on time, yo, Fenger is here too? Haha, not bad, not late at all!"

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

The leader is seven feet long, with thick eyebrows and black eyes, and looks very handsome. He is Li Chengqian, the prince of the Tang Dynasty.

The few people beside Li Chengqian were the Prince of the Tang Dynasty, Li Zhi, Li Tai and others.

Li Shimin suddenly came to Li Chengfeng's side, looking at the four big characters on Li Chengfeng's desk, he couldn't help being stunned.

"Heaven rewards hard work? Good words, good words!"

"Feng'er, who wrote these words?"

Li Shimin is very curious, who has such calligraphy?

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

"What? You wrote it? Feng'er, don't joke with me! From my perspective on the profound meaning of calligraphy, without decades of hard practice, it is absolutely impossible to write these four vigorous and 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 impress your elder brothers in today's calligraphy competition! But you can't do anything reckless, let the handwriting written by other ministers be used as calligraphy. Make your own calligraphy! Feng'er, you are cheating!"