The Great Tang: God-level Bear Child

Now that his son and his father were in the same team, Li Shimin immediately felt isolated!

In the hall, Li Yuan continued to place the chess positions, and said: "Grandson, leave him alone, come, come, let's continue playing chess!"

"Okay grandpa!"

"Well, let's say you are going to 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, who dares to touch me?"

What Li Yuan said was extremely domineering.

It can be said that he did not spoil his grandson Li Chengfeng.

Li Chengfeng was moved in his heart, but then he shook his head and said: "No need for Grandpa, let alone Duke Lai, even if all the civil servants of the Tang Dynasty are combined, they may not be my opponent!"

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

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

"Oh? What do you mean grandson?"

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

"Oh, it's still early! Let's talk about the debt first. When you reach 10,000 gold, grandpa will pay you back together!"

"Okay, this is what you said, don't go back on your word!"

"Naturally, when did Grandpa ever lie to someone?"

"Hahaha…"

So, Li Chengfeng happily played chess with Li Yuan in the King's Mansion again!

…

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

A little thing, an old thing, don't think of himself as the majestic king of a country?

"Hmph, Du Ruhui, you must win the match between you and the Eighth Prince tomorrow, you understand?"

"This... Your Majesty! But I feel, it seems that the Supreme Emperor is standing beside the Eighth Prince? If the Supreme Emperor wants to help the Eighth Prince, the old minister will not dare to disobey!"

"Hmph, Li Yuan didn't think much of me as the emperor before, but now he's starting to dislike me again? Well, Li Yuan, you just want to fight against me everywhere, right? If it's not because you are my father..."

"bump…"

Li Shimin threw the teacup on the ground angrily.

The teacup fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

Above the court hall, a group of courtiers were instantly frightened and did not dare to breathe.

Even Du Ruhui hurriedly knelt down and said: "The emperor calms down, the emperor calms down!"

"How do you make me calm down? My son doesn't listen to me? My old man looks down on me? Hmph... It really **** me off!"

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

"It's the emperor, the old minister will definitely do his best to win this match for the emperor!"

Du Ruhui clasped his fists and nodded, and replied calmly.

But Du Ruhui was still worried, and said: "Your Majesty, it is well known that the Eighth Prince is the number one child prodigy in the Tang Dynasty, and he will definitely not play his cards according to common sense when he fights with me!"

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

Du Ruhui continued: "Your Majesty, you must have seen it just now! To the left of the Eighth Prince and the Supreme Emperor, there is an automatic rotating piece of wood, that kind of thing, but something that I have never seen before. If the Eighth Prince takes that If you come to ask the old man a question, the old man will definitely not be able to answer it?"

"Oh? Listening to what you said, it seems a bit reasonable! Could it be that we have lost a game now? But what the **** is that spinning wooden leaf?"

Li Shimin also had a headache.

When he entered Zhenwang's mansion before, Li Shimin saw a rotating wooden blade blowing a very refreshing cool wind from the side.

At that time, Li Shimin didn't care about it, but when he thinks about it now, Li Shimin also finds it strange.

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

"Duke Lai, according to what you said, could it be that we are really going to lose to the Eighth Prince?"

Li Shimin frowned and became worried.

However, Du Ruhui smiled and said: "Your Majesty, you are the organizer and the referee, so the rules of Wendou are not set by you? You can customize the competition system, two wins in three games? Or say , the Eighth Prince and I each ask each other three questions, whoever can't answer will lose!"

"Oh? That's right, I'm the organizer, and I'm the one who sets the rules!"

Thinking of this, Li Shimin was able to laugh.

Du Ruhui continued: "Your Majesty, do you still remember an eternal problem left over from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period? After getting the title, it has been passed down until now and no one can solve it?"

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

Du Ruhui has a well-thought-out way.

Li Shimin laughed heartily.

"Hahaha, good, good, good! Lai Guogong's attention is good! But getting the eternal problem, it seems to be an unsolvable math problem, right? Does this have anything to do with Wendou?"

"Yes, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Mathematics is also a kind of culture, why can't it be counted in Wendou? Anyway, we can win!"

"Hahaha, that's right! Well, Lai Guogong, this time's literary battle with the eighth prince is up to you! I want to see how smart that little **** is, maybe he can still trouble the world for thousands of years. Can you solve the eternal problem?"

"But your majesty, what if the eighth prince can really answer it? After all, he is such a talented young man who proposed the 'South-to-North Water Diversion' project. If I lose, what should I do?"

"Losing? It doesn't matter if you lose! If you really lose, then the Eighth Prince is really the number one prodigy in the world! Let him go, if he wins you, we really don't have the ability to teach him anything What's the matter!"

"The emperor is right! But the old minister will definitely go all out to deal with this match with the Eighth Prince!"

"Well! I like you!"

Du Ruhui knew that Li Chengfeng's intelligence and intelligence had long surpassed any of his peers in Datang.

So Du Ruhui couldn't treat him like a child.

But no matter what, it's best to win the game by yourself, and you won't suffer any losses if you lose.

If he really lost, it would only prove that the Eighth Prince's intelligence was not something that Du Ruhui could teach.

Li Shimin also decided, anyway, the prince of the Tang Dynasty, either from literature or from martial arts.

If Li Chengfeng doesn't like culture, let him go to martial arts.

Let Li Jing, the **** of war, teach him well, let him expose to the sun for a while, and see if he cries or not?

At that time, maybe Li Chengfeng was wronged and came back crying and begged himself to go to Wenxuan Pavilion to study?

Li Shimin felt very happy just thinking about it.

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