Yuchi Jingde patted the back of his head innocently, as if he was on stage to receive an award, and took the poem from Li Chengfeng's hand, as if he picked up a huge and cheap one.

As everyone knows, after this old stubborn cow returned, his wife almost kicked him out of the house and refused to let him in to sleep!

3000 gold? You just bought me a poem and returned it? Go eat shit, don't eat in the future!

"Ahem, okay, okay, the first poem and painting has been successfully auctioned to Yuchi Jingde at a price of 3,000 gold! Now, the auction of the second work is going to begin!"

Li Chengfeng turned around, took down the second poem, and said, "Okay, the auction of the second poem that everyone has been waiting for for a long time has begun! This poem is called "Will Enter the Wine"!"

"Oh? Will you have wine?"

When Li Shimin heard the three words about to drink, he instantly shivered.

Isn't that the poem that Li Chengfeng wrote that day when he competed with Chang Sun Chong in the martial arts arena?

That poem can be said to have won Li Shimin's favorite.

If he hadn't forgotten how to say the second half, Li Shimin himself would have wanted to write it down.

However, after Li Shimin returned to the imperial study that day, he took up a pen and wrote: Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning! Don't you see, Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair is like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening...

After finishing writing, Li Shimin forgot all the following poems.

He wanted to ask Li Chengfeng what to write later, but he was too embarrassed to ask Li Chengfeng out of face, so he gave up.

But Li Shimin's heart has always been brooding.

Now seeing the full version of "Will Enter the Wine", Li Shimin's eyes lit up immediately.

Before Li Chengfeng opened his mouth to call for an auction, Li Shimin raised his right hand and said, "I want this poem and painting, 1500 gold!"

"Ah? This, this..."

As soon as Li Shimin opened his mouth, the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs of the Manchu Dynasty did not dare to say more.

From Li Shimin's tone, it seems that he appreciates this poem very much, and it seems that he is bound to get this poem.

You ministers are not fools, of course you can see Li Shimin's love for "Jian Jin Jiu".

How dare they compete with Li Shimin.

It's more incomparable than power, and even more incomparable than money.

So, when Li Shimin opened his mouth to bid, no one dared to bid.

Li Chengfeng stood on the podium, puffed up his cheeks, looked at a group of castrated ministers, and said: "Is there any higher one? Is there any? Don't dare to bid just because my father is the emperor? "

"Uh, haha..."

"This, forget it!"

A group of ministers laughed awkwardly in the audience, and Li Chengfeng didn't know what they were laughing at.

Li Shimin narrowed his eyes, with a happy smile on his face.

Relatively speaking, 1500 gold is not too little.

But if it is going to be auctioned, Li Chengfeng's "Will Enter the Wine" can definitely be auctioned for more than 2,000 gold.

And the previous "Spring Hope", if Yuchi Jingde and Qin Qiong hadn't competed, the final price might have been around 2200 gold.

So Li Chengfeng picked up the wooden board in his hand again, and said, "1500 for the first time, the second time, the third time, the deal, Lao Li, come on stage to receive the award!"

"Hey... who is the little **** called Lao Li?"

"Ding, the anger from Li Shimin, naughty value +88!"

Li Shimin glared at Li Chengfeng.

But Li Chengfeng was not afraid at all, and said impatiently: "Look, you are the one who lowered the price! I dare not let the ministers bid for the auction,"

"Humph, what's wrong with the painting "Will Entering Wine" that my father likes, haha, hurry up and auction it to my father!"

"That's right, 1500 gold is auctioned off to our emperor!"

"well!"

The ministers in the audience once again burst into warm applause.

Soon, Li Chengfeng took out the third poem again.

It's just a very long piece of rice paper, and on the top of the rice paper, there is a line of big characters written: "The thatched house is broken by the autumn wind"

"It's a long poem, isn't it?"

"Yes, the Eighth Prince also wrote a beautiful handwriting!"

When Du Ruhui saw the words "The Thatched House is Broken by the Autumn Wind", his eyes lit up instantly.

Because he knew that this acceptance speech was about poor people in the world.

Li Chengfeng touched his little nose, and said: "Ministers, this song "The Thatched House Is Broken by the Autumn Wind" is written by my prince for the poor in the sky! As we all know, ten years of hard study is only for one day Can stand out!"

"How many motivated literati have suffered from this, but they have been doing nothing all their lives! They study hard day and night, hang their beams and stab their butts, in order to go to Beijing to obtain fame and then return to their hometown! This is the dream of many scholars. However, this dream has shattered the lives of many scholars! It is very likely that those scholars who failed to obtain fame will be mediocre from now on!"

"So, my prince, on a whim, wrote this song "The Thatched House Was Broken by the Autumn Wind" for them!"

"August and autumn, the high wind howls, and rolls the three layers of grass on my house. The Mao flies across the river and sprinkles the suburbs of the river. The taller ones hang on the tops of the forest, and the lower ones float to the sinking pond.

The Nancun group of children bullied me to be old and weak, and I could bear to be a thief. I openly hold thatch into the bamboo, my lips are scorched and my mouth is dry, I can't breathe, and I sigh when I return, leaning on my staff.

The wind in Russia makes the clouds dark, and the autumn is dark. The cloth quilt has been cold as iron for many years, and Jiaoer is lying on the floor and cracking. There is nothing to do at the bedside and house, and the rain is like hemp. Since I have lost my sleep and lack of sleep, why do I get wet all night long!

There are tens of thousands of buildings in An De Guang Mansion~www.mtlnovel.com~ It shelters the world's poor and happy people! Unmoved by wind and rain, it is as safe as a mountain. Alas! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, it will be enough for my house to be broken and frozen to death! "

Li Shimin muttered to himself, and the ministers behind him also muttered together.

Perhaps Yuchi Jingde, Cheng Yaojin and other generals did not understand the meaning of this poem, but civil servants like Du Ruhui, Wei Zheng, and Fang Xuanling burst into tears when they saw it.

They felt a pang of bitter tears.

"There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, which shelters the underprivileged people from all over the world!"

"Eighth Prince, your poem is really, really good!"

As Wei Zheng spoke, he couldn't help wiping away the old tears that fell from the corners of his eyes.

Now, Li Chengfeng's "Spring Hope" made many generals cry, and another song "The Thatched House Was Broken by the Autumn Wind" made countless civil servants cry?

Even Li Shimin watched with tears in his eyes.

Li Shimin wiped the corners of his eyes and said: "Feng'er, why are you, your poems are like the words and sentences written by a person who has experienced all kinds of life and seen all the prosperity in the world? Feng'er, tell me, this Is it your original work? What kind of suffering did you go through before? Could it be that you also went to Beijing to take the exam? This is impossible, right? "

"Yeah, of course I didn't go to Beijing to take the exam, but I can write such poems? (Li Shimin, are you angry)?"

Li Chengfeng made a face at Li Shimin.