After Qin Qiong finished speaking, she clenched her fists again, as if she had returned to the original scene.

Li Chengfeng didn't know if he didn't listen, but when he heard it, he immediately felt a sore nose and red eyes.

It turned out that I didn't expect that General Huwei Qin Qiong would have such an experience?

No wonder he burst into tears when he saw this psalm!

"Feeling the love of the time, the flowers splash tears, don't hate the time, the birds are also startled! Feng'er, tell me, what have you experienced? Can you write such a poem?"

Li Shimin suddenly tilted his head, and looked at Li Chengfeng suspiciously.

He couldn't even imagine that Li Chengfeng was only six years old? How can you write such a profound poem?

At first glance, many ministers are in tears?

And Li Chengfeng touched his little nose playfully, and said, "What have I experienced? Don't you have a B number in your heart, father?"

"Number B? What is this thing... Oh, forget it! It's my fault, it's all my fault, I'll just make it up to you in the future!"

Indeed, in Li Shimin's eyes, Li Chengfeng must have grown up after suffering a lot of grievances since childhood.

However, Li Chengfeng was able to write poems with such an artistic conception, and he deserved to be the number one child prodigy in the world.

"So Feng'er, how do you plan to sell this poem called "Spring Hope"?"

Li Shimin looked at Li Chengfeng with a slight smile on his face.

Li Chengfeng stretched out five fingers and said, "At this price, let's start bidding!"

"What? 500 gold? Feng'er, your price is a bit expensive, right?"

Li Shimin frowned slightly, and continued: "Feng'er, you have to know that calligraphy handwriting can be sold for such an expensive price. There are not many people in the world except the calligrapher Wang Xizhi! Don't set the price too high, otherwise no one will buy it." bought!"

"Reporting to my father, my son didn't set the price too high!"

Li Chengfeng continued: "Wang Xizhi, the sage of calligraphy, has his font, but I, Li Chengfeng, also have my original font, called Fengti! All ministers, look, the font of this poem is as stable as Mount Tai, and like a dragon. How does it compare with the handwriting of calligrapher Wang Xizhi?"

"Well... I dare not say it surpasses, but it won't be too inferior!" Wei Zheng said.

Li Chengfeng nodded, and said: "Yes, so, with my style and style, I dare to start bidding at 500 gold! In addition, the artistic conception of the poem "Spring Hope" I created, how can I ask the world? , who else can create it? (except Du Fu)!"

"This, I'm afraid I don't have it for the time being! The talent of the eighth prince, veterans and others, is far beyond our reach!"

"So, my starting price is 500 gold, so it's not cheating you?"

After finishing speaking, Li Chengfeng smiled and said: "Okay, 500 gold, let's start bidding! Ministers who want this "Spring Hope" created by my prince, 500 gold will start asking for price, whoever wants it, I will sell it to anyone! "

As soon as Li Chengfeng finished speaking, Du Ruhui in the audience raised his hand and said, "Eighth Prince, I want it, I want it, the old minister wants it! For 500 gold, the old minister wants this "Spring Hope"!"

In fact, Du Ruhui discussed with his wife when he got home last night, saying that he would spend 2,000 gold to buy a poem by the Eighth Prince.

Did his wife call Du Ruhui crazy on the spot?

How much cloth and food can 2000 gold buy? Going to buy calligraphy and painting is simply a waste!

In the end, Du Ruhui backed down again, saying that he would take 500 gold, and his wife agreed.

Du Ruhui was not afraid of his wife, but wanted to seek her opinion before making a conclusion.

When Du Ruhui bid 500 gold, Li Jing behind him immediately raised his big hand and said, "Eight prince, old minister, I really like this song "Spring Hope" created by you, and I am willing to spend 800 gold to buy it!"

"Okay, 800 gold, 800 gold, is there anyone else? Who else wants to bid for it? The quality is guaranteed, absolutely original poems, the price can be negotiated by yourself, no one is cheating, no one is cheating!" "

Li Chengfeng was on the podium again, and shouted loudly.

Li Shimin couldn't help but patted his forehead heavily.

This little **** really knows how to do business?

Why don't you set a price for calligraphy and painting, and even hold an auction? Let these ministers compete with each other?

Does he really know how to make money?

At this moment, Li Shimin raised his hand and said, "I will give you 1000 gold!"

"Ah? The emperor bid?"

"What? 1000 gold? The emperor bid 1000 gold?"

"Here, I want it too, but I don't dare to bid. It would be bad if I offend the emperor!"

The ministers behind him began to chatter and discuss.

And Li Chengfeng also felt a clue.

Why didn't these ministers dare to ask the price after Li Shimin asked the price?

It must be that they are afraid that Li Shimin is the emperor, and they are afraid of offending Li Shimin, so they dare not ask the price?

So Li Chengfeng fanned the flames again, and said: "Ministers, please don't dare to bid because of some kind of authoritative oppression! Today is the auction meeting of my eighth prince Li Chengfeng. All the money I got will be used to support the common people who have migrated from Youzhou City! So, please feel free to ask for the price, my father will definitely not say anything about you, right father!"

"Oh? So, is that so?"

Li Shimin murmured ~lightnovelpub.net~ Ding, the exclamation from Li Shimin, naughty value +99! "

Li Shimin was surprised.

It turned out that the reason why Li Chengfeng held this auction was to raise money to help the poor people who migrated from Youzhou City?

Having said that, Li Shimin was so moved that he almost burst into tears!

So Li Shimin turned his head to look at the ministers behind him, waved his hand, and shouted: "Why are you pretending to be gentle? Don't dare to bid because I am the emperor. Here today, you don't have to give me face, but You must give face to the Eighth Prince, and to the people who have migrated from Youzhou City!"

"Today, I will also participate in this auction! So you don't have to take into account my feelings. I have a sense of proportion in my heart for the eighth prince's calligraphy and painting. If you like it, just ask for a price. I will never stop you, but will support you very much." This is how it is done!"

After Li Shimin finished speaking, the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty suddenly showed joyful smiles on their faces.

Cheng Yaojin rubbed his hands together, and said with a smile: "It's the emperor, then the old minister will not be polite! To be honest, although the old minister does not understand literary talent, but the old minister understands the saying that the beacon fire lasts for three months, and the family letter is worth ten thousand gold! So, just Based on this sentence, based on what the Eighth Prince said, all the money from the auction of calligraphy and paintings will be donated to the refugees in Youzhou City, and the veteran is willing to bid 1,500 gold!"

"Okay, okay, Duke Lu is domineering!"

Cheng Yaojin put up a 1 in his left hand and a 5 in his right hand, that's quite awe-inspiring!