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

As long as they do some publicity and advertisements for Li Chengfeng, are they afraid that no one will come to buy calligraphy and paintings in the attic of the second astronomical propaganda?

As a result, early the next morning, after resigning from the court, a group of ministers walked towards Wenxuan's attic in leisurely steps, talking and laughing.

After Li Shimin himself heard that Li Chengfeng was going to auction his calligraphy and paintings, he was also interested and went to Wenxuan Pavilion with Wei Zheng.

...

Li Shimin knew that Li Chengfeng, a kid, was not a good person, and was born to not like to study.

He would definitely not go to Wenxuan attic to study.

Thinking back to the beginning, Li Shimin had a lot of effort and did not send Li Chengfeng to Wenxuan’s attic.

Almost got into a fuss with Li Chengfeng?

Now, Li Chengfeng has started selling poetry and paintings in the Wenxuan Pavilion? This has attracted Li Shimin's interest and attention.

Li Shimin thought to himself, I have to go and see, what's the point that kid is doing!

...

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

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

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

The ministers also clasped their fists and said respectfully: "Your Eighth Prince, you are polite. In fact, the old ministers are just here to promote personal popularity to the Eighth Prince! Eighth Prince, didn't you say yesterday? What are you going to start in the Wenxuan Loft today?

Is there a auction of poems, calligraphy and paintings? So the old minister came over to support the scene for the Eighth Prince!"

"Oh, that's OK, the visitor is a guest, please come in! Come in and see how my prince's calligraphy and paintings are!"

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

A group of ministers walked into the Wenxuan Pavilion with a smile.

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

Except for the Minister of the Minister of the Secretariat, even Fang Xuanling, Li Jing, Qin Qiong, Cheng Yaojin and others came here?

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

When the ministers saw that the emperor had come, they all quickly stood 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.

Li Shimin looked at Li Chengfeng with a smile and said, "Feng'er, you are so motivated that you want to auction calligraphy and paintings in the attic of Wenxuan. So where are the poems and paintings you want to auction?"

"Okay, please wait a moment, I'll take it out for you to enjoy now!"

"Yes. OK! I, I'm waiting for you here!"

Li Shimin touched his beard with satisfaction. He admired Li Chengfeng's courage.

It is already very good for ordinary children to stand on the podium and speak when facing the emperor and ministers.

But Li Chengfeng was calm and natural, and there was no expression of nervousness in his tone or expression in his speech.

This made Li Shimin feel very appreciative and relieved.

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

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

"Okay, eighth prince, I'm here!"

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

"Huh, it's finally done!"

After hanging ten psalms and five paintings, Li Chengfeng turned his head and said, "Father, ministers, these poems and paintings are the poems and paintings that my sons are going to auction today! Please ask the ministers to start bidding.

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"The first poem that I will auction now is called "Spring Look"!"

"Spring Look"?"

"The country is broken and the mountains and rivers are there, and the city is spring and the grass is deep.

When you feel the flowers shed tears, the birds are frightened when they hate each other.

The war lasted for three months, and the letter from home was worth ten thousand gold.

The white hair scratched even shorter, and I couldn't stand the hairpin."

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

"Ding, the surprise from Li Shimin, the naughty value is 102!"

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

"bite……"

For a moment, all the civil and military ministers in the court were shocked by the poem created by Li Chengfeng.

"Good poems, good poems! The war fire lasts for three months? The letters of home are worth ten thousand gold? The letters of home are worth ten thousand gold? The letters of home are worth ten thousand gold? The poems, good poems, good poems, well written! The Eighth Prince!"

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

Qin Qiong said: "Eighth Prince, who wrote this poem?"

Li Chengfeng smiled and said, "Duke Yiguo, at this time, it's not just what Li Chengfeng wrote. I hope you will like it!"

"Okay, it's very well written!"

As he looked, Qin Qiong's eyes suddenly burst into tears.

Maybe others won’t understand the meaning of this poem, but Qin Qiong has experienced such a thing in vain.

"Duke Yi, why are you crying?"

Li Chengfeng looked at Qin Qiong in confusion.

Yesterday, Du Ruhui saw the moment of poetry at this time, and he cried. Today, Qin Qiong saw it, and he cried too?

And not only Qin Qiong, but also many civil and military officials and generals wiped their tears behind them and shed tears secretly.

Li Chengfeng thinks that they are too emotional, right?

I remember that when I recited 300 Tang poems by myself, I never cried!

But that's true, because Li Chengfeng wrote about the experiences of these ministers.

As the Tiger Power General of the Tang Dynasty, Qin Qiong can be ranked first in combat power, not only in terms of the top three.

Such a strong man, bleeding and crying on the battlefield, now he saw a poem but cried into tears?

After Li Chengfeng asked, Qin Qiong smiled bitterly and said, "Report to the Eighth Prince, Eighth Prince, you don't know anything!"

"When the old minister was ordered to attack the Turkic army in the north, he was besieged by the enemy for three months and could not break through the defense line!"

"Old minister, I wanted to send a message back to report my safety, but the Turkic dog thief didn't let us go out at all, and even killed the sender directly!"

"Later, the old minister led his army to fight with the Turkic dog thieves for three days and three nights. Finally, he finally waited for General Li Jing's reinforcements, and the old minister's tiger-powered cavalry, and survived!"

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

"When I saw the letter written on my family letter, the old minister knelt down and cried bitterly! It turned out that it was not only the old minister who was worried about his family, but the old minister's family members were even more worried about me!"

"After receiving this letter from home, the old minister felt extremely comfort and heartwarming in his heart! He felt that another force was supporting the old minister on the spot, making the old minister feel that he must defeat the Turkic dog thief and must go back alive!"
Chapter completed!