The God-Level Prodigal Son of the Tang Dynasty

Master Zhao is indeed brave. This eighth riddle is a bit difficult. The old man followed Zhao Chen and said with a smile.

He quite admired Zhao Chen's courage.

But this courage is not strength!

The eighth lantern riddle says that the visitor is Penglai Guest! Qin Huaiyu glanced at the riddle and said to Zhao Chen with a cautious expression.

When Qin Huaiyu read out the riddle, he also tried in his mind the method of solving the riddle that Zhao Chen taught them.

But he found that he had no clue at all.

Not to mention solving the lantern riddles!

Obviously, the previous method will not work on this eighth lantern riddle.

The person who came is actually Penglaike? How can we explain this?

What kind of words can be interpreted from this? It feels a little strange even when I read it!

This eighth lantern riddle is obviously different from the previous one. I can still find some traces of the previous one. With this lantern riddle, I am really blind!

This is too difficult, isn't it? Who created this riddle?

Isn't this embarrassing?

The people who were guessing lantern riddles following Zhao Chen were all frowning at this moment.

Many people gave up when they saw the eighth mystery.

Without him, they wouldn't even know what the mystery meant.

How can you guess the answer to the riddle?

Mr. Zhao, this lantern riddle was created by Duan Lun, the minister of the Ministry of Industry at that time. If you can't guess it, it's not a shame! The old man said to Zhao Chen with a smile.

Duan Lun, Minister of the Ministry of Industry?

It turned out to be a lantern riddle created by Duan Shangshu himself. No wonder it's so difficult to guess.

Duan Shangshu is also a great scholar. It is estimated that this eighth path will be the end for everyone.

When they heard that the person who asked the question was the current Minister of Industry, everyone who was still frowning seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Obviously, they have no more guesses about this

The idea of ​​lantern riddles.

Brother, how about we just...

To be blunt, Duan Shangshu's level is not very good! Zhao Chen interrupted Cheng Chumo, picked up the brush on the table, and wrote the word mountain on the paper.

Next one! Zhao Chen put down his brush, said lightly, and continued walking towards the ninth riddle.

A genius, a genius! The old man's face suddenly became excited, and his hands were trembling.

He...he guessed it right?

Really...is this really the word 'mountain'?

How is this possible? How long has it been? I don't even understand the meaning of the riddle.

When everyone saw the old man being so excited, they couldn't help but look at each other.

The eyes looking at Zhao Chen also became fiery.

Zhao Chen is really just a tavern owner? Li Ruoshuang looked at Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaiyu and murmured.

Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaiyu looked at Zhao Chen's back, then turned back, patted their faces, and nodded fiercely.

…

The sky will clean the world tonight and the moon... Wang Ji stood in the audience, holding a poem in his hand, and read slowly.

After reading the first sentence, everyone looked surprised.

The moonlight of the Mid-Autumn Festival is like water, washing the entire world. This state of mind is much grander than that of Wang Ji.

Only Your Majesty can write such a magnificent poem in the first sentence! Changsun Wuji stood aside and flattered Li Shimin with a smile.

Li Shimin said nothing, waiting for the next verse Wang Ji would read.

The summer heat has retreated and the skies are pure, and the autumn scenery is clear and clear.

The stars make you shine, and the wind and dew make you beautiful.

The second and third sentences

Wang Ji didn't even pause.

After reading the third sentence, he stopped and looked at Li Shimin.

The word give in the third sentence is a stroke of genius.

How dare the light of the stars compete with the bright moon?

His Majesty the Emperor has such ambitions. Is he writing poems during the Mid-Autumn Festival to convey some idea?

Your Majesty expresses his ambitions through poetry and has the heart to protect the world. I admire you! Li Xiaogong said to Li Shimin.

Li Shimin still didn't speak.

Xindao didn’t write this poem by himself.

Who knows what Zhao Chen will write in this last sentence.

If this last sentence were reversed for him, wouldn't it be embarrassing if he was exposed?

Your Majesty is indeed very talented in literature. He uses the stars to illuminate his will in the bright moon. This alone is much better than the poem Wang Ji just wrote!

Wang Ji is just picking up people's wisdom. This realm is far from His Majesty's.

No wonder Wang Ji looked like he had seen a ghost just now. Your Majesty's poems are far better than his!

Hehe, in today's love competition, His Majesty's is the final winner!

The voices of the people in Chang'an City came over, and Wang Ji didn't feel too uncomfortable.

After all, he is older, has a calm mind, and will not be disturbed by other people's words.

But Li Chengqian was different.

He fully expected to win these two competitions and let the people of Chang'an City know that he was the future saint of the Tang Dynasty.

Li Shimin, regardless of his face, decided to interfere in a matter that was already a sure thing to win.

Li Chengqian felt that he was explicitly targeted by Li Shimin!

Du He. Li Chengqian and Du He winked.

Du He understood immediately, walked up to Li Shimin, cupped his hands and said, Your Majesty is very quick in thinking. I will wait for you.

I admire you, but it’s just the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet in which civil and military officials compete with each other. This must be a violation of the rules!

Changsun Wuji immediately reacted and knew that this was what Li Chengqian meant.

He secretly thought that Li Chengqian was sober at this time.

You also know how to arm yourself with rules!

Your Majesty, what Du He said is right. Your Majesty is already better than Mr. Wu Gong, but your Majesty is the king. Doesn't the ratio between king and minister mess up the hierarchy?

The winner of this Mid-Autumn Festival banquet literary competition should be Mr. Wu Gong! Changsun Wuji said with his hands in hand.

Your Majesty, I also feel that what the eldest grandson Pushe said is true. Your Majesty has a noble status, how can you compete with your ministers? Wei Zheng also frowned and admonished.

What Doctor Wei said makes sense. His Majesty's poems are indeed very good, but how can he compete with his ministers?

Yes, if this poem was written by someone else, it must be perfect, but this poem belongs to His Majesty...

Then the final winner of this literary competition seems to be Wang Ji!

The people in Chang'an City also said this one after another.

If the emperor competes with his ministers, wouldn't it mess up the hierarchy?

No matter how good the poem is, it still doesn't count as a win.

Li Shimin frowned and glanced at the prince Li Chengqian sitting beside him. The annoyance in his heart was already visible on his face.

Guanyin Maid, they didn't even finish reading the last line of the poem before they began to persecute me! Li Shimin said in a low voice.

His Majesty……

I will tell you today that the poem just now was not written by me, but by someone else.

Fang Xuanling, can you recognize the handwriting of that poem? Li Shimin suddenly stood up and said loudly.

Even regardless of Queen Changsun's advice, it was obvious that she was extremely annoyed!

Seeing His Majesty the Emperor like this, Fang Xuanling secretly felt bad, but she did not dare to lie to Li Shimin.