Chapter 241： : Li Shimin's excited heart!

This time, the bet between Li Chengfeng and Li Shimin was one hundred thousand gold?

To be honest, Li Shimin was moved.

He felt that he couldn't lose this time.

As long as Master Shikong doesn't die halfway, this ceremony can be completed within today.

When the time comes, will the one hundred thousand gold in Li Chengfeng's palace be his own?

Thinking of this, a happy smile appeared on Li Shimin's face.

That's one hundred thousand gold, just such a bet, and you made it back?

But what should you do if you lose? Are you going to give Li Chengfeng 100,000 gold again?

In front of so many ministers, Li Shimin must have no way to repent.

And if Li Shimin loses the bet and doesn't give money, he can't hold back Li Chengfeng to make trouble in the court, can he?

What if when Li Shimin was in court, Li Chengfeng suddenly ran over, took out his pockets, and took out a copy of "The Wicked Things Li Shimin Did in Those Years"?

Then read it out in front of all the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, then Li Shimin's famous name in the first life was really a complete failure.

Thinking of this, Li Shimin couldn't help frowning, and then looked at Li Yuan suspiciously.

Because Li Shimin felt that the "So-and-so, the immoral things I did in those years" in Li Chengfeng's hands must have been given to Li Chengfeng by Li Yuan.

Otherwise, no one can write in such detail?

Only Li Yuan knew what all the characters in the previous dynasty and the current Tang Dynasty had done.

Could it be that Li Yuan really gave Li Chengfeng many "Reporting Manuals" in order to protect Li Chengfeng?

He even has his own?

Li Shimin looked at Li Yuan with more and more doubts, as if to say: Are you helping your grandson Li Chengfeng like this? Am I, Li Shimin, not your son?

Li Yuan looked very awkward at Li Shimin's sudden gaze.

Then he turned his head to look at Li Shimin, and said, "Your Majesty, are you still betting? Why do you keep looking at me? I won't give you any advice!"

"Oh, sorry about that!"

When he came back to his senses, Li Shimin felt that he had lost his composure.

Li Yuan also felt baffled, this Li Shimin, he always depends on himself? He is no longer a child, he is the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, with one hundred thousand gold, he can gamble as much as he wants, what do you want to do? baffling?

Do you have to give him your own opinion?

Although Li Yuan thought so, Li Shimin didn't think so.

What Li Shimin actually wanted to ask was: Did Li Yuan give Li Chengfeng the small book of "Inferior Things" in Li Chengfeng's hand? How could he have his own?

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"Ahem, bet, bet! Feng'er, I bet with you!"

Immediately, Li Shimin waved his sleeves and spoke to Li Chengfeng grandly.

Because Li Shimin felt that he would not lose.

And Li Chengfeng also smiled slyly, and said: "Okay, but father! I don't need you to bet 100,000 gold, but you need to give me another thing, how about it?"

"Another thing, what do you want?"

"Ding, fear from Li Shimin, naughty value +66!"

Li Shimin thought about it carefully, one thing without a hundred thousand gold? Could it be his own throne? This can't be done.

The ministers on the side were even more surprised.

One hundred thousand gold, these ministers may not earn so much money in their lifetime.

How could the Eighth Prince reject such a bet, as long as there is one thing?

Li Shimin asked tentatively: "Then what do you want, Feng'er?"

"An iron mine!" Li Chengfeng raised his right index finger.

"What? An iron mine?" Li Shimin was startled, and said, "Is it just an iron mine?"

"Yes, it's an iron mine! It's not a gold mine or a silver mine, it's an iron mine!"

What Li Chengfeng said was categorical, but Li Shimin, Li Yuan and others had a trace of doubt between their brows.

One hundred thousand gold is not to mention an iron mine, even a gold mine, Li Chengfeng can buy it.

But gold mines produce gold in large quantities, and gold is actually not very useful to Li Chengfeng, it is nothing more than more gold.

But iron ore is different. Iron is much harder than gold and can be smelted into steel.

In the future, Li Chengfeng can also use iron ore to make horseshoes, make guns and other things.

Therefore, in Li Chengfeng's eyes, iron ore is more valuable than gold mine.

…

"Feng'er, are you sure you only need me to bet you with an iron mine?"

"Yes, only one iron mine!"

"Haha, okay, then I will bet with you!"

Li Shimin laughed out loud.

Li Shimin felt that he was not losing money on this bet.

If he lost, he would just lose an iron mine, but what if he won? I can earn one hundred thousand gold from Li Chengfeng.

It has to be said that Li Chengfeng's wealth is enough to make the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty salivate.

He has only been in the palace for a few months, and he has made money that no one else can make in his entire life.

In addition to Li Chengfeng's status as the eighth prince, more is Li Chengfeng's IQ and business acumen.

Otherwise, why couldn't other princes earn so much money at the age of six like Li Chengfeng?

…

After finishing the bet, Prime Minister Wei Zheng and Master Shi Kong arrived long after.

They set off earlier than Li Chengfeng and Li Lizhi, but Li Chengfeng and Li Shimin had already completed a bet, so they came late?

It can be seen how careless Master Shikong is.

Perhaps he felt in his heart that only by being late would he gain face, would he be respected by the ministers and the emperor's attention, which would make the emperor feel that he had a lot of cards.

But what I have to say is that his method is really useful.

Seeing Master Shi Kong coming, Li Shimin got up to greet him personally, and said, "Master Shi Kong, are you finally here?"

Master Shikong clasped his hands together, bowed slightly and nodded, and said: "It's the emperor, the poor monk is late, please blame the emperor!"

"No, no, master came just in time, and we have only just arrived! Now, master, please start to practice and wash away the bad luck in the world for Tai Chi Palace!"

"Good emperor, the poor monk is valued by the emperor, and he will definitely do his best!"

Master Shikong was wearing a red cassock, and he looked very polite, humble and courteous.

For some unknown reason, maybe he really thought he was an eminent monk, because he was good at disguising.

But Li Chengfeng and Li Lizhi knew very well in their hearts that this so-called Master Shikong was just an old Shikong thief who stole meat for food.

Li Shimin said a little excitedly: "Master Shikong, this ceremony is very important to me, and I ask Master Shikong to complete it today!"

Master Shi Kong nodded slightly, and said: "Yes, Your Majesty, the poor monk will definitely do his best to finish this ceremony, bless the palace auspiciously, and bless the world with peace!"

"Well, that would be great!"

Hearing this, Li Shimin finally felt relieved.