Now that his son and his old man are standing in the same team, Li Shimin suddenly feels isolated!

In the hall, Li Yuan continued to place a chess position and said, "Don't worry about him, come on, let's continue playing chess!"

"Okay grandpa!"

"Well, by the way, you will fight Du Ruhui tomorrow. Do you need grandpa to help you? Grandpa will sit next to you tomorrow and then secretly tell you the answer. I want to see if anyone dares to touch me?"

What Li Yuan said was extremely domineering.

He was too doting to be a grandson Li Chengfeng.

Li Chengfeng felt moved, but then he shook his head and said, "No grandpa, let alone Duke Lai, even the civil officials of the entire Tang Dynasty may not be my opponent!"

"This...is not necessarily? Sun-son, don't underestimate Du Ruhui! The so-called Fangfang Duan is not a joke! So it is difficult for you to beat Du Ruhui in terms of culture!"

"No, no, grandpa, you still underestimate me! Will I take the ordinary path in the future?"

"Oh? Then grandson, do you mean?"

"Don't ask grandpa, you will understand by then anyway! Come on, continue playing chess! You have lost 8 games in a row, so you owe me 800 gold!"

"Oh, it's still early! Let's talk about it first. When will it get ten thousand gold, I'll give it back to you when grandpa is together!"

"Okay, this is what you said, don't regret it!"

"This is naturally. When did grandpa deceive people?"

"Hahaha……"

So, Li Chengfeng happily started playing chess with Li Yuan in the Zhenwang Mansion!

...

Li Shimin returned to the palace, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, the more he remembered it.

A little thing or an old thing doesn’t even take his dignified kingdom seriously?

"Hmph, Du Ruhui, you must win the game between you and the Eighth Prince tomorrow, do you know?"

"This... Emperor! But I feel that the Supreme Emperor is standing next to the Eighth Prince? If the Supreme Emperor wants to help the Eighth Prince, the old minister would not dare to disobey!"

"Hmph, Li Yuan used to be unfaithful to me as an emperor, but now he is starting to disgust me again? Well, you Li Yuan, you just have to go against me everywhere, right? If you weren't thinking about you being my father..."

"bump……"

Li Shimin was so angry that he threw the teacup in his hand to the ground.

The teacup fell to the ground and fell into pieces.

In the court, a group of ministers were instantly frightened and dared not breathe.

Even Du Ruhui knelt down quickly and said, "Don't calm down, your angrily!"

"How can you calm me down? My son doesn't listen to me? I look down on me? Humph... I really make me angry!"

"So Duke Lai, no matter what, you can't lose to the Eighth Prince in the literary competition at noon tomorrow, do you know?"

"It's the emperor, and the old minister must do his best to win the game for the emperor!"

Du Ruhui nodded with his fists and responded calmly.

But Du Ruhui was still worried and said, "Your Majesty, as we all know, the Eighth Prince is the No. 1 Prodigy in the Tang Dynasty. He and I will definitely not play the game with you!"

"Oh? How do you say this?" Li Shimin frowned.

Du Ruhui continued: "Your Majesty, you must have seen it just now! On the left of the Eighth Prince and the Supreme Emperor, there is an automatic rotating wooden piece, that kind of thing, but something that the old minister has never seen before. If the Eighth Prince uses that thing to ask me questions, I will definitely not be able to answer it?"

"Oh? It seems reasonable after hearing what you said! Could it be that we are steadily losing a game now? But what is that spinning Muye?"

Li Shimin also had a headache.

When he entered the town palace before, Li Shimin saw a rotating wooden blade blew a very refreshing cool breeze on the side.

Li Shimin didn't care about it at that time, and when he looked back, Li Shimin also felt strange.

It is obviously just a wooden blade, so how can it rotate automatically? What is the principle?

"Duke Lai, according to what you said, may we really lose to the Eighth Prince?"

Li Shimin frowned and became worried.

However, Du Ruhui smiled and said, "Your Majesty, you are the organizer and you are the referee. So have you decided the rules of literary fights? You can customize the competition system and win two games in three games? Or, each of the Eighth Prince and I asked each other three questions, and whoever can't answer them will lose!"

"Oh? Yes, yes, I am the organizer, and the rules are subject to me!"

Thinking of this, Li Shimin was able to laugh.

Du Ruhui continued: "Your Majesty, do you still remember a difficult problem that has been left in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period? After getting the question, no one can solve it until now?"

"At that time, as long as I throw that question to the Eighth Prince, the old minister will not believe it. The eighth prince, who is only six years old, can answer the questions that have troubled the world for 1,000 years?"

Du Ruhui's confident way.

Li Shimin laughed happily.

"Hahaha, OK, not bad! Duke Lai is good at this! But after getting the everlasting difficult problems, it seems like a math problem that has no solution, right? Does this have anything to do with literary fight?"

"Yes, mathematics is also a kind of culture, why can't it be considered in literary fights? Anyway, we can win!"

"Hahaha, that's right! Well, Duke Lai, this time the literary battle with the Eighth Prince depends on you! I want to see how smart that little bastard is. Could it be that he can solve the eternal problem that has troubled the world for thousands of years?"

"But the emperor, if the eighth prince can really answer it? After all, he proposed a genius boy like the "South-to-North Water Diversion Project". If I lose, what should I do?"

"Lost? It's okay to lose! If you really lose, then the Eighth Prince is really the number one child prodigy in the world! Let him go. If he beats you, we really don't have the ability to teach him!"

"What the emperor said is right! But the old minister will definitely do his best to deal with this game with the Eighth Prince!"

"Yes! I'm optimistic about you!"

Du Ruhui knew that Li Chengfeng's intelligence and talent had long surpassed any peer of the Tang Dynasty.

Therefore, Du Ruhui cannot treat him as a child.

But no matter what, it is best to win the game by yourself. If you lose, you won’t suffer any losses.

If you really lose, it can only prove that the Eighth Prince's intelligence is not something Du Ruhui can teach.

Li Shimin also decided that the crown prince of the Tang Dynasty either followed the literature or the martial arts.

If Li Chengfeng doesn’t like culture, then go to martial arts.

Let the war god Li Jing educate him well and let him expose him to the sun for a while to see if he cries?

At that time, Li Chengfeng may have suffered a grievance and came back crying and begged him to study in the Wenxuan Pavilion?
Chapter completed!