Because these students in the Wenxuan Pavilion are basically the children of the court ministers.

As long as they do a wave of publicity and advertisements for Li Chengfeng, are they afraid that no one will come to buy calligraphy and paintings in the propaganda loft the next day?

As a result, early the next morning, after leaving the court, a group of ministers walked towards the Wenxuan Pavilion at a leisurely pace, talking and laughing.

As for Li Shimin himself, after hearing that Li Chengfeng was going to auction off his calligraphy and paintings, he was also interested, and went to the Wenxuan Pavilion with Wei Zheng.

…

Li Shimin knew that Li Chengfeng was a kid who didn't like soft and hard things, and he didn't like learning by nature.

He would definitely not go to study in the Wenxuan loft.

Back then, Li Shimin had spent a lot of effort to send Li Chengfeng to the Wenxuan loft.

And almost had a falling out with Li Chengfeng?

Now, Li Chengfeng is selling poems and paintings in Wenxuan Pavilion? This meal aroused Li Shimin's interest and attention.

Li Shimin thought to himself, I have to go and see what tricks that kid is up to!

…

Soon, a group of ministers came to the Wenxuan Pavilion together after the court dispersed.

"Oh, all the ministers, are you here? Come on, sit inside, sit inside, don't be polite, treat it as if you were at home!"

Li Chengfeng looked at a group of ministers with a bright smile on his face.

Those ministers also clasped their fists and said respectfully: "The eighth prince, you are being polite. In fact, the old ministers are only here to give the eighth prince a boost! Didn't you say yesterday, the eighth prince, what are you going to do in the Wenxuan Pavilion today?" Poetry, calligraphy and painting auction? So the old minister came over to support the Eighth Prince!"

"Oh, that's good, the visitor is a guest, please come in, please come in! Come in, everyone, and take a look at my prince's calligraphy and painting!"

"Okay, old minister, it's better to obey than to be respectful!"

A group of ministers walked into the Wenxuan Pavilion with happy faces.

Li Chengfeng, on the podium, described the artistic conception and meaning of these poems.

The ministers who came here, besides Minister Shangshu, even Fang Xuanling, Li Jing, Qin Qiong, Cheng Yaojin and others all came here?

Afterwards, even Li Shimin and Wei Zheng also came here and entered the Wenxuan Pavilion.

Those ministers take a look? The emperor is here too? All of them immediately got up and gave up their seats, while Li Shimin sat in the first row with a smile.

Originally, this was a place for students to teach.

Now it looks like Li Chengfeng is going to teach Li Shimin and those ministers a lesson.

Li Shimin looked at Li Chengfeng with a smile, and said, "Feng'er, you are making such a big splash that you want to auction calligraphy and paintings in the Wenxuan Pavilion, so where are the poems and paintings you want to auction?"

"Okay, please wait a moment, I will show it to everyone to watch now!"

"Yeah. Good! I'll wait for you right here!"

Li Shimin stroked his beard in satisfaction, he admired Li Chengfeng's courage.

Ordinary children, facing the emperor and ministers, dare to stand on the podium and speak, it is already very good.

But Li Chengfeng was calm and natural, no matter the tone of his speech or his demeanor, he didn't show any nervous expression.

This made Li Shimin feel very appreciated and gratified.

On the podium, Li Chengfeng was tying a rope to both sides of the classroom, and then hung poems, calligraphy and paintings on it.

"Come on, Xiao Wu, help me move the stool here!"

"Alright Eighth Prince, here I come!"

After hanging up the last picture, Li Chengfeng wiped the sweat from his forehead, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at his work with satisfaction.

"Huh, it's finally done!"

After hanging ten poems and five paintings, Li Chengfeng turned his head and said, "Father, ministers, these poems and paintings are the poems and paintings that I will auction today! Ministers, please start bidding." !"

"My prince, the first poem to be auctioned is called "Spring Hope"!"

""Spring Hope"?"

"The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.

When I feel the time, the flowers splash tears, and the bird hates the farewell.

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth ten thousand gold.

The white hair is scratched shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust. "

"Oh my God, who the **** wrote this poem?"

"Ding, surprise from Li Shimin, naughty value +102!"

"Ding, the shock from Wei Zheng, naughty value +89!"

"Ding…"

For a while, the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty were all stunned by this poem written by Li Chengfeng.

"Good poems, good poems! Beacon fire lasts for three months? Family letter worth ten thousand gold? Beacon fire for three months? Family letter, worth ten thousand gold? Good poem, good poem, well written! Eighth Prince!"

At this time, Qin Qiong couldn't help but stand up and sighed.

Qin Qiong said: "Eight prince, who wrote this poem?"

Li Chengfeng smiled and said: "Mr. Yi, at this time, this is what Li Chengfeng wrote and wrote. I hope you will like it!"

"Okay, it's very well written!"

Looking at it, Qin Qiong suddenly burst into tears.

Maybe others will not understand the meaning of this poem, but he, Qin Qiong, has experienced such a thing lightly.

"Duke Yi, why are you crying?"

Li Chengfeng looked at Qin Qiong suspiciously.

Yesterday, Du Ruhui cried when he saw the poem at this moment, and Qin Qiong saw it today, and he cried too?

And not only Qin Qiong, but also many civil servants and military generals were all wiping away their tears in the rear, weeping secretly.

Li Chengfeng felt that they were too emotional, right?

Back then, when I recited three hundred Tang poems, I never cried!

But it is also true, because what Li Chengfeng wrote is the experience of these ministers~lightnovelpub.net~ and Qin Qiong, as the great general of the Tang Dynasty, is not only the first in combat power, but also ranked in the top three.

Such a dignified man who bleeds but does not shed tears on the battlefield, but now sees a poem, but cries into tears?

After Li Chengfeng finished asking, Qin Qiong smiled bitterly, and said: "Report to the Eighth Prince, Eighth Prince, you don't know something!"

"Back then, when the veteran was ordered to attack the Turkic army in the north, he was besieged by the enemy for three months, but he couldn't break through the line of defense!"

"Old minister, I wanted to send a letter back to report safety, but the Turkic thieves didn't let our people go out at all, and even killed the person who sent the letter!"

"Later, the veteran led the army again and fought against the Turkic thieves for three days and three nights. In the end, the reinforcements from General Li Jing finally arrived. The veteran and his tiger cavalry survived!"

"At that time, General Li Jing brought a letter from home to the old minister!"

"Seeing the letter written on the family letter, the old minister knelt down and cried bitterly! It turns out that not only the old minister is worried about his family, but the old minister's family members are even more worried about me!"

"After receiving this letter from home, the old minister immediately felt extremely comforted and heart-warming! On the spot, he felt that another wave of energy was supporting the old minister, making the old minister feel that he must defeat the Turkic thieves and go back alive!"

"That's right, the beacon fire lasts for three months, and the family letter is worth ten thousand gold!"