Chapter 61： : Hou Junji, don’t talk about me if you are a hot chicken

After resting for a day, Li Chengfeng thought about how to make a refrigerator early the next morning.

Maybe there is a refrigerator replacement in the system, but how to configure this power?

You can't let Eunuch Wu charge manually all the time, can you?

If Eunuch Wu kept shaking the small generator, wouldn't that exhaust him to death?

"Now there are two options, one is solar power and the other is hydropower!"

"As it stands right now, solar is the best energy source I can get!"

Li Chengfeng, who was a Chinese scientific research organization in his previous life, has a very strong ability to invent and create.

But unfortunately, there are no replacements for refrigerators in the system, but there are some replacements for refrigerators.

So, Li Chengfeng spent about 500 naughty points to buy two refrigerators, a large piece of solar cardboard, and a coil of copper wire.

"These two refrigerators, one is used as a refrigerator and the other is used as an air conditioner, haha, how beautiful it is!"

After purchasing these gadgets, Li Chengfeng was not in a hurry to make a refrigerator.

Because this is a troublesome matter, and at two o'clock in the afternoon, he has to go to Wenxuan Pavilion to meet his prince brothers!

"Eunuch Wu, my prince is going to visit the Wenxuan Pavilion now, you can lead the way!"

"Oh, yes! The Eighth Prince, please!"

"Well, by the way, Xiaolan Acai, you guys also follow, and by the way, bring my electric fan too, because it's too hot!"

"Alright Eighth Prince, I'll follow you now!"

Li Chengfeng was bored, so he decided to visit the Wenxuan Pavilion.

It is said that Wenxuan Pavilion is the most evil academy in the imperial palace. In the past, Prince Li Chengqian, princes Li Tai, Li Zhi and others all studied in Wenxuan Pavilion.

Only Li Chengfeng was an exception.

Because he doesn't want to go, don't go!

Li Shimin tried all means, but he couldn't get Li Chengfeng into the Wenxuan Pavilion.

Later, he made a bet with Li Chengfeng, asking Du Ruhui to compete with Li Chengfeng in a literary competition, saying that whoever wins must listen to whoever tells him.

In the end, Li Chengfeng won and scolded Li Shimin for being shameless.

Although Li Shimin was helpless, in short, Li Chengfeng flew to Chang'an Avenue to save Princess Changle's life, Li Shimin still felt in his heart that he owed Li Chengfeng.

…

On the way forward, as soon as Li Chengfeng entered the gate of the palace, he met Wei Zheng who was in a hurry.

Li Chengfeng took a step forward, and said with a smile: "Hi Zheng Guogong! How about we come to learn how to play chess some other day?"

"No, no, no, the old minister is no more than the eighth prince, the old minister admits defeat!"

Wei Zheng knew that he couldn't beat Li Chengfeng, so he simply conceded defeat directly, not giving Li Chengfeng a chance to counter him.

And Wei Zheng was really scared by Li Chengfeng.

Because every time he utters a wrong sentence, Li Chengfeng can seize countless excuses to threaten him.

Still want to spank yourself 100 sticks at every turn? Who would it be, who wouldn't be afraid to see Li Chengfeng?

"Zheng Guogong, where are you going in such a hurry?"

"Reporting to the Eighth Prince, the old minister wants those rice papers to go to the Wenxuan Pavilion! It is said that the emperor will hold a calligraphy competition in the Wenxuan Pavilion today! Oh yes, and your brothers will also participate together, Eighth Prince Are you coming too?"

"Oh? Calligraphy contest?"

Li Chengfeng frowned.

And Wei Zheng secretly smiled.

Hmph, this time, you can't be arrogant, right?

You are good at chess, which is a talent, and your intelligence is superior, which is also a talent.

But for something like calligraphy, in addition to talent, you have to work hard.

Without a few decades of immersion in the way of the law, the handwriting can only be called 'crab', not calligraphy!

"Here, my prince, of course I want to participate! Zheng Guogong, will you also participate?"

"Well, it's natural!" Wei Zheng said proudly: "Because the emperor set rewards for the top three, which are 3,000 gold, 2,000 gold, and 1,000 gold! No matter how bad the veteran is, the third place in calligraphy will get 1,000 gold. It's not a problem either!"

"Oh, then, how about earning money to play chess with me?"

"Haha, it's no big deal! The old minister just lost 900 gold to the Eighth Prince yesterday. If he loses another 1,000 gold to the Eighth Prince today, then the old minister's married wife may really beat me to death!"

"Haha, Zheng Guogong really knows how to joke!"

At first glance, Li Chengfeng thought Wei Zheng was cute.

Didn't expect this old man to be afraid of his wife?

It seems that after he lost his 900 gold and went home yesterday, he must have been scolded a lot.

Moreover, the gold in Datang is just a unit of measurement, which does not mean that 1 gold is one tael of gold.

In fact, the weight of a piece of gold is very small, only the size of a soybean.

But in any era, things are rare and expensive.

Therefore, gold is definitely a super valuable common currency in Datang.

…

After Li Chengfeng and Wei Zheng came to the Wenxuan Pavilion together, Wei Zheng walked into a study with rice paper.

And Li Chengfeng also walked in staggeringly.

In the study room of Wenxuan Pavilion at this moment, a group of ministers are observing calligraphy here.

Seeing Li Chengfeng approaching, they immediately bowed their hands and said "Hello, Eighth Prince"!

Hou Junji's eyes lit up, and he said, "Eighth Prince, could it be that you are also here to participate in the calligraphy competition today?"

"Of course, there is no regulation in the calligraphy competition. The prince can't participate, right?"

"Haha Where is it! The Eighth Prince is serious! The veteran appreciates the spirit of the Eighth Prince's courage to participate in the competition. No matter what the result is, the most important thing is to participate, the most important thing is to participate! Haha!"

Hou Junji laughed out loud.

The ministers on the side couldn't help laughing.

In their view, this calligraphy competition was only won by those old monsters in the palace.

Such as Fang Xuanling, Wei Zheng, Du Ruhui and others.

They are all civil servants, resourceful, and their calligraphy is even better.

With a few of them around, the top three are almost taken.

Then Li Chengfeng, a six-year-old kid, came here to participate in the calligraphy competition, wouldn't he be a soy saucer?

Li Chengfeng frowned and looked at Hou Junji, and said, "Chen Guogong, are you looking down on me?"

"No, no, eighth prince, the old minister didn't mean to look down on you!" Hou Junji quickly explained: "Eighth prince, as we all know, the art of calligraphy requires years of hard work in addition to natural talent. You can become a calligrapher!"

"For example, Wang Xizhi, the sage of calligraphy, is a young man who has no ambitions, but he also became famous when he was old. A "Lanting Preface" has been handed down to this day. The holy name of calligraphy is unsurpassed!"

"The old minister dare not underestimate the Eighth Prince, but the Eighth Prince is only six years old, and his wrist strength is not strong enough. He must not be able to write magnificent calligraphy!"

Hou Junji stroked his long beard and made a vow.

But Li Chengfeng complained silently: "Don't call me hot!"

"Huh? Eighth Prince, I didn't speak ill of you. How could you call me hot? And the old minister's calligraphy can be considered a little achievement. How can you call me hot?"

Hou Junji was furious.

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