"Not bad, really good..."

Empress Changsun looked at Li Chengqian and smiled slightly: "If you go back and copy this poem and send it to me, it will be considered as a worthwhile trip for me."

"Okay, Queen Mother."

Li Chengqian responded with a smile.

At this time, Li Shimin approached Li Chengqian and asked in a low voice: "Are you waiting for me here on purpose?"

Li Chengqian pretended to look aggrieved: "Father, this is my first time coming to Huashan."

"If you don't see such a scene, how can you write a poem..."

Hearing this, Li Shimin also reacted.

Chang'an City is nearly three hundred miles away from Huashan Mountain, and Li Chengqian has indeed never been to Huashan Mountain.

And what Li Chengqian said is right.

Unless you have seen certain scenery with your own eyes, it is indeed difficult to write appropriate poems about it.

But Li Shimin still felt a little uncomfortable.

After all, I lost to my own son.

This was really embarrassing, and he was also very unconvinced.

Finally, Li Shimin simply took off the light bow from the winning hook.

He strummed the bowstring, then turned to Li Chengqian and asked, "I heard that when you were in Fuqi City, you killed dozens of enemies with a long bow?"

"It just happened."

Li Chengqian knew that Li Shimin's unwillingness to admit defeat was coming up, so he hurriedly begged for mercy.

"Moreover, the superficial archery skills I have learned are nothing compared to my father's superb archery skills..."

"Okay, don't pretend to be humble with me here."

Li Shimin raised his head and said: "If you can beat me in hunting today, I will reward you whatever you want me to reward you."
Chapter completed!