The God-Level Prodigal Son of the Tang Dynasty

"What happened? Is the poem written by His Majesty good or not?"

"Why do all of these people look so strange?"

"It seems that His Majesty wrote this poem, which shocked the prime minister and Wang Jijing, so they look like this."

“Your Majesty’s versatility in civil and military affairs should be a blessing to our Tang Dynasty!”

The people in Chang'an City in the audience saw Fang Xuanling and Wang Ji looking surprised, and couldn't help but whisper.

There began to be some noise in the originally silent square.

"Your Majesty, the poem Zhao Chen gave you seems to be quite good!" Queen Changsun whispered in Li Shimin's ear, with a smile on her face.

"Fang Xuanling must have recognized that the poem was not written by me, but after thinking about it, I didn't dare to say more."

"It's just that I haven't seen the poem yet. Is it good or bad? I still don't know." Li Shimin looked at Fang Xuanling and Wang Ji in front of him, with a hint of joy in his voice.

Zhao Chen was still reliable and didn't write anything random for him.

Otherwise, I really wouldn’t be able to get off the stage today.

Empress Changsun smiled, knowing that His Majesty the Emperor was still a little worried.

"Uncle Master, this poem..." Fang Xuanling looked at the poem in Wang Ji's hand with a surprised expression.

He recognized at a glance that the handwriting must not have been written by His Majesty the Emperor.

But it was the same person who had the calligraphy shown to them by His Majesty the Emperor before.

Fang Xuanling remembered very clearly that the man His Majesty the Emperor spoke of was a master of both calligraphy and painting.

But I have never heard of someone with such talent.

This poem...

"Xuanling, your majesty is a great talent. Uncle, I sit in a well and look at the sky, and I am just a master. It's really ridiculous!" Wang Ji held the poem in his hand, with a look of despair in his eyes.

I thought that when I came here today, I would definitely be able to crush everyone in the literary competition.

But His Majesty the Emperor took out a poem at random, and he didn't even have a chance to find fault with it.

Fang Xuanling murmured twice, but finally no words came out.

Although this poem was not written by His Majesty, if

If he dared to say it, it would be a slap in His Majesty's face on the spot.

And in front of thousands of people?

Fang Xuanling knew the importance.

"Wang Ji, is the poem written by His Majesty good or bad? You should speak!" Cheng Yaojin couldn't restrain his anxiety and shouted to Wang Ji.

He is not a polite person. He gets tired of waiting for a long time and just blows his beard and stares.

Everyone looked at Wang Ji, waiting for him to speak.

"Brother, it seems that my father's poems were so good that Wang Ji was speechless!" Li Tai said to Li Chengqian with a joking expression on the side.

Li Chengqian said nothing and looked a little ugly.

He did not believe that a poem written by Wang Ji, a great scholar, could actually lose.

"Your Majesty has a quick mind and the poems he wrote are truly impeccable. The common people will admit defeat!"

"Wow——"

"Admitted defeat? Wang Ji of the Wang family in Taiyuan actually admitted defeat?"

"Wang Ji is a great scholar who wrote such beautiful sentences as "The trees are all in autumn colors, and the mountains are only covered by the falling light." He actually gave up?"

"What poem did His Majesty write that could make Wang Ji feel defeated?"

"Sure enough, His Majesty the Emperor is the most powerful person in our Tang Dynasty."

"That's for sure. Who is Wang Ji? He is a famous Confucian. He is the Prime Minister, Doctor Wei, and his nephew."

"Your Majesty, you are so powerful, you can actually make Wang Ji admit defeat!"

"I don't know what the content of the poem written by His Majesty the Emperor is!"

As soon as Wang Ji admitted defeat, the people in the audience suddenly became excited.

No one could believe that Wang Ji, the great scholar of the Wang family in Taiyuan, actually gave up on the spot.

More people are curious, what is the content of the poem?

"Your Majesty, can you please Mr. Wu Gong read aloud to us?

After reading this poem, everyone is very curious! Changsun Wuji said.

He was also extremely curious, why would Wang Ji admit defeat?

The Wang Ji in Changsun Wuji's impression would not hold his nose and admit defeat just because the poem was written by the emperor.

In other words, the poem given by His Majesty the Emperor really impressed Wang Ji.

As soon as Changsun Wuji opened his mouth, everyone stopped talking and looked at Li Shimin with bright eyes.

"Elder, please recite this poem!" Li Shimin said with a smile.

"The common people obey the decree!" Wang Ji looked slightly gloomy and nodded.

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"Zhao Chen, you are so awesome. You have passed seven levels in a row. You are the first to get here in eight years!"

At the Lantern Riddle Museum, Zhao Chen has already entered the museum from the street.

There are only three lantern riddles left in the museum.

Just now, Zhao Chen guessed all the seven lantern riddles in front of him in one breath, which made Li Ruoshuang's eyes almost fall off.

This lantern riddle guessing event has been held for eight years.

Over the past eight years, countless people have come here to guess lantern riddles.

The one with the best results also failed in these seven levels.

But Zhao Chen had already guessed the answer to each lantern riddle in just four or five breaths.

At this moment, Li Ruoshuang's eyes were full of surprise.

She never realized that Zhao Chen could be so powerful.

"Brother, look at how many people are following us. They all want to witness you win the last lantern!" Cheng Chumo said to Zhao Chen excitedly.

Cheng Chumo was extremely excited.

Every time Zhao Chen guesses a lantern riddle, many people come around to watch.

In a short period of time, hundreds of people were gathered around.

Although he could not guess any of these lantern riddles, Cheng Chumo was still proud of it.

Zhao Chen glanced back and saw that there were no less than a hundred people following him.

Everyone looked at him as if they were looking at a monster.

I couldn't help but secretly shake my head.

"Master Zhao, today you are defeated at the eighth level. Master, you are also the first person in the past eight years." The old man from before said to Zhao Chen with a smile, looking at Zhao Chen with eyes full of admiration.

He never expected that Zhao Chen would guess seven lantern riddles correctly in a row.

We came to the eighth level so quickly.

But this eighth level is very difficult!

"Failed at the eighth level?" Zhao Chen smiled faintly, looked at Li Ruoshuang beside him, and said with a smile, "Miss Ruoshuang, how about I take that lantern away today and give it to you?"

"Huh?" Li Ruoshuang didn't react for a moment, and was stunned on the spot.

"Haha, the young man is really ambitious. He actually wants to guess all the lantern riddles correctly and take away the lantern worth a hundred gold?"

"This lantern riddle house said eight years ago that no one would be able to guess the last lantern riddle unless it was the great scholars from the court!"

"I have to admit that this young man is very powerful, but it is probably impossible to get the last lantern."

Before Li Ruoshuang could speak, she heard many people whispering behind her.

The voice was full of doubts about Zhao Chen.

"Zhao Chen, this last riddle..."

"I'll take it as your promise!" Zhao Chen smiled slightly and continued walking towards the lantern in front.

Since Fu Bo asked him to guess lantern riddles, wouldn't it make Fu Bo look good if he could guess them all?

If Uncle Fu goes to Dr. Xue's house for tea in the future, there will be something to talk about, right?

As for the last lantern, it was just a toy, and Zhao Chen had no intention of taking it back.

It would be a good choice to give it to Li Ruoshuang.

Li Ruoshuang's face looked a little strange.

In all her life, no one had ever spoken to her like this, regardless of her opinion.

There is something strange in my heart.