Chapter 30： : The 0 ancient problem that plagued the world?

Because he thought that Du Ruhui had been electrocuted to death by Li Chengfeng?

Moreover, Li Chengfeng took every bite of Li Shimin, almost exploding Li Shimin's lungs.

This kid really doesn't give himself any face, does he?

Li Shimin was angry, and Longyan was furious.

Under the stage, the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty all had panicked faces, pale, red, black and blue.

This big scene is really exciting.

The eighth prince 'electrocuted' Lai Guogong to death, but he still mad at the current emperor Li Shimin and called him by his name? It can be described as outrageous!

Now, even Li Yuan's eyes widened, he was so surprised that he didn't know what to say!

He originally wanted to speak for Li Chengfeng, but his grandson seemed to be more courageous than he imagined?

How dare you say in front of the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty: Li Shimin, you are shameless?

It's over, if Li Shimin gets angry and orders Li Chengfeng to be executed?

No, I have to take my grandson out of the palace.

Li Yuan thought in his heart: I absolutely cannot let Li Shimin kill Li Chengfeng!

Li Shimin suddenly felt heartbroken.

However, when Eunuch Wu stopped shaking the generator, Du Ruhui waved his hand at this moment, coughed, and said, "Ahem, Your Majesty, this old minister is fine. I was just stunned by the eighth prince's electricity." !"

"Now that the battery is gone, I feel much refreshed!"

So, Du Ruhui, like a normal person, patted the dust on his buttocks, and stood up again.

"Um?"

Li Shimin stopped crying, with a puzzled look on his face, and stood there in a daze.

fine? Wasn't he electrocuted to death?

You were still rolling your eyes and foaming at the mouth just now?

Li Chengfeng put his arms around his chest and said: "Your Majesty, you have to be careful. When did I kill the Duke of Lai? It's obviously you, and you can't help but tell me, turn right and wrong, and slander me regardless of black and white?"

"This…"

Li Shimin was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to speak!

But fortunately, Duke Lai did not die.

Li Shimin still felt a little relieved in his heart.

Otherwise, the eighth prince electrocuted Duke Lai to death? Li Shimin will never be punished severely!

"Huh, it's fine, it's fine..."

The civil and military ministers in the audience collectively patted their chests and let out a long sigh of relief.

It has to be said that their hearts almost jumped into their throats just now.

The literary battle between the Eighth Prince and Duke Lai is too exciting, right?

"Mr. Lai, are you really alright?"

Li Shimin stepped forward and repeatedly asked how Du Ruhui was doing.

Du Ruhui rubbed his temples, and said respectfully: "The emperor is worried, the old minister is fine! But the eighth prince invented the generator, it can really stun people! The old minister admires, admires! The eighth prince is indeed a genius boy , the old minister admires it!"

Du Ruhui, who was sober, admired Li Chengfeng very much.

He also thought that Li Chengfeng was just clever, but he didn't want to be able to invent such things as lightning?

If Li Chengfeng wasn't the Eighth Prince of the Tang Dynasty, Du Ruhui would have wanted to respectfully call Li Chengfeng a little god!

"Hmph, it's good that it's okay! It saves some people to come out and scold people without distinguishing between black and white!"

"This…"

Li Shimin's old face darkened, this little bastard, is he not giving himself face again?

Li Shimin continued: "Then is your match even better? Duke Lai, the Eighth Prince?"

"Competition, why not? Didn't it be agreed that each person will have three questions? Or three out of five rounds? Lai Guogong, you don't hesitate to ask questions. As long as I lose, I will listen to my father. If I I won, so I'm sorry, father, you will never bother with me from now on!"

"Feng'er, do you really want to do this?"

"Naturally, the conditions are also what you said, and the rules of the game are also set by you!"

"Okay, let's start the third game!"

In the blink of an eye, Li Chengfeng had two rounds left in a row, and the game came to the match point.

The literary battle between Du Ruhui and Li Chengfeng can be described as wonderful and exciting.

Not to mention the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty, even Li Shimin and Li Yuan's faces turned pale and green because of Li Chengfeng's fright.

Du Ruhui thought to himself, he has already lost three rounds to the Eighth Prince in a row, and it's time for the match point!

If you lose one sentence, then the eighth prince can freely enter and leave the palace without being disciplined by the emperor!

It seems that it is time to tackle the eternal problem.

Du Ruhui coughed lightly, and said, "Eighth Prince, the third match has begun, please listen to the questions!"

"All ears!"

"In this competition, I gave the eighth prince a numerical answer! If the eighth prince can answer it, then I will definitely admire it!"

"Okay, you can ask!"

Li Chengfeng smiled, no matter what the number question is, can't even himself, a top student in the 21st century, be unable to answer it?

It really doesn't work, isn't there still an invincible system?

Du Ruhui said with confidence, "Eight princes! Excuse me, a group of ants picked up a steamed bun weighing one hundred catties, and it took a total of 1,000 days to eat it! Small ants eat one gram every five days on average, and big ants eat five gram a day on average. Ke! Ask, how many big ants and small ants are there in the ant colony!"

"What? Lai Guogong? Who invented this title?"

Li Chengfeng was stunned.

This kind of problem, which is similar to monks eating steamed buns, actually existed in ancient times?

how can that be?

But Du Ruhui smiled and said: "The eighth prince, this is an eternal problem that has been passed down among the people. As for who invented the problem, we have long since known! But if the eighth prince can solve it, Then the old minister will fall to the ground in admiration!"

Li Chengfeng glanced at Li Shimin, but Li Shimin turned his head away, as if he was still angry with Li Chengfeng before.

"Hmph, no one of you can answer such a simple question? Get out of the way and watch me!"

"Eunuch Wu, take care of your pen and ink!"

"Yes, Eighth Prince!"

So, Eunuch Wu returned to the Zhenwang Mansion and brought Li Chengfeng's watercolor pen and a large piece of rice paper.

Li Chengfeng picked up the watercolor pen and began to solve it on the rice paper.

"What? Has the Eighth Prince really started to solve it?"

"Really? Is it true that the Eighth Prince can solve this eternal problem that has plagued the world for thousands of years?"

"No way? I'm really writing. Look, the Eighth Prince is looking for a solution!"

"Let's go, let's go up and have a look, and see how the Eighth Prince solves the problem!"

As a result, a group of ministers had long forgotten about Du Ruhui being stunned before, and they all crowded beside Li Chengfeng to watch Li Chengfeng solve the thousand-year-old problem.

Du Ruhui also squeezed in, wanting to see how Li Chengfeng solved it!

Li Shimin stood on the periphery of the crowd, raised his neck and looked inside, but found that he couldn't see anything at all.

"No way? Can Feng'er really solve this century-old problem?"

"Even if it is calculated by gram by gram, it must be calculated in the year of the monkey? Can this be calculated?"

Li Shimin was very curious, but he couldn't hold back his face and squeezed into the crowd to observe Li Chengfeng's solution.

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