Not only Li Yuan was stunned, but Wu Xu and Li Lizhi were both surprised.

They were all shocked by Li Chengfeng's talent.

Is this really a poem that a person can write? How long has it been? In less than ten minutes, Li Chengfeng created two super poems in succession?

Just let the flying general in Longcheng be there, and will not teach Hu horses to cross Yinshan?

Kill a person in one sentence in ten steps, and do not keep a thousand miles away?

If these poems are spread to the people, they will definitely be well-known.

Moreover, the artistic conception is profound and catchy. Maybe it will be inaccurate to be included in the tutorial theme of Wenxuan Pavilion in the future!

"Beautiful, pretty, hahaha..."

Li Yuan laughed happily.

Li Chengfeng wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Huh, I'm so hot that I'm sweating. Okay, I'll finish the work. Grandpa, you can go back and show off these two poems!"

"Pretending? What does this mean?" Li Yuan looked at Li Chengfeng in confusion.

Li Chengfeng smiled and said, "Haha, show off, it means showing off! That is, after you pretend, the other party is helpless to you again, it's so exciting!"

"Haha, it makes sense!"

Li Yuan touched his beard and continued, "Feng'er, Grandpa, now, please do something good? Grandpa has never been a ball before. Now, Grandpa is asking for something, okay?"

"What's the matter? Why did grandpa ask me?"

Li Chengfeng looked at Li Yuan unconsciously.

This old man is stupid and has a lot of money. He bought two poems for 10,000 yuan just to show off when he goes back?

What else do you need to do now?

Li Yuan suddenly stretched out his index finger on his right hand to Li Chengfeng and said, "Feng'er, Grandpa beg you once! Let's have another song, and give grandpa another song, the same price of 5,000 gold, okay?"

"What? Grandpa, I've said it, I've closed the pen!"

"I don't care. Grandpa begs you. Don't you give your face?"

Li Yuan was like an old naughty boy, looking at Li Chengfeng pretending to be angry.

This old man also loves poetry as much as his life.

Moreover, Li Yuan could see that these poems and fonts of Li Chengfeng are the best in the world.

If you want a few more pictures yourself, you will be more respectful in the future.

What is money? Isn’t money just for face?

What's the use of having too much money? It can't be eaten, but if you have face? Li Yuan feels that he will have light on his face wherever he goes in the future!

However, at this moment, Li Chengfeng already wanted to stop writing.

When Li Lizhi looked at Li Yuan's hungry look, she couldn't help but pull Li Chengfeng's sleeve and said, "Brother Feng'er, look at Grandpa, you have begged you, just give grandpa another poem!"

"Well, I was already planning to close the pen!"

"Don't, Feng'er, you can't stop writing, I'll tell you! If you write a few more poems, you will definitely make your reputation resound throughout the Tang Dynasty, and may be passed down for thousands of years, and there will still be someone who remembers your poems.

OK?"

Li Yuan quickly stopped Li Chengfeng and refused to let him close the pen.

Li Chengfeng sighed and said, "Okay, then I will write the last song for my grandfather's sake! Remember, Grandpa, this is really the last song! Even if you kneel down and beg me, I

Don't write anymore!"

"Okay, okay, okay, come on, come on, Feng'er will give grandpa the last song! It's still the same, just write whatever you think, don't be bound by the subject matter, just write with your mind!"

"Okay, then I'm not polite!"

"Eunuch Wu, bring rice paper!"

"Yes, the Eighth Prince!"

...

A large piece of rice paper was laid on the desktop again.

Li Chengfeng discovered that the old man Li Yuan was really a mess!

To ask for that, Li Chengfeng originally planned to sell him a poem because he was his grandfather and was not bad for him.

As a result, this shameless old man asked for three songs in a row?

But counting it, Li Chengfeng is still not losing money.

Because Li Chengfeng finally made 15,000 gold, so this money would be in vain.

Perhaps this money is just money in Li Yuan's hands.

But in Li Chengfeng's hands, he can definitely play his greatest value!

But, there is no time yet!

"The last song, Grandpa!"

"Okay, just the last song, Grandpa promises it won't be difficult for you!"

Li Yuan carried his hands on his back, with a bright smile on his face, and said, "Feng'er, let's do this, would you please give me a poem? Grandpa suddenly remembered that you gave me two poems, but there was no poem!"

"Well... OK, just spend a little more ink! No big problem!"

Li Chengfeng said confidently.

Who is he? He is a genius who has traveled through time in the 21st century.

There are three hundred Tang poems and all kinds of Tang poems and Song lyrics. They are all necessary texts for primary school Chinese textbooks.

When it comes to Ci, Song Ci must be even more awesome.

So Li Chengfeng thought about it carefully and silently said in his heart: "I'm sorry! Su Shi, I'm going to copy it, who told you not to be born yet!"

“Geehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

After smiling, Li Chengfeng then began to write down on rice paper.

""Remembering the Love of Chibi"

The river goes east, the waves wash away, and the eternal heroes.

To the west of the old building, the humanity is the Red Cliff of Zhoulang of the Three Kingdoms.

The rocks penetrate the sky, the waves slam the shore, and thousands of snow piles are rolling up.

The country is like a picture, and there are so many heroes at that time.

I remember that when Gongjin was first married, Xiao Qiao was so handsome that he was so handsome.

Feather fan and silk scarf, while chatting and laughing, the masts and oars were destroyed.

When I travel in my hometown, I should laugh at me for being passionate and give birth to my hair.

Life is like a dream, and one is reborn as the moon in the river."

Damn, Damn, Damn...

If Li Yuan would say bad things, he would definitely be talking now.

Li Yuan stared at his eyes wide, muttering to himself, saying, "It's amazing, it's amazing! Feng'er, your poem is the pinnacle of the Tang Dynasty? My God, my heart

I can't stand it anymore! Grandson, I want to introduce you to the world now. My Li family has a great person! Hahaha!"

Li Yuan laughed happily.

He didn't expect that Li Chengfeng still understands history?

Here is a song "Mind Rujiao: Nostalgia for the Ancients of Red Cliffs"!

Especially the sentence: Feather fan and scarf, while chatting and laughing, the masts and oars were destroyed.

Li Yuan was shocked when he saw it.

People without courage cannot write such words!

This can only prove that Li Chengfeng's mind and courage are unique.

"Okay, grandpa, please get it! There is a total of 15,000 gold!"

"Oh, okay, okay! Grandpa will ask someone to send it with money later, but Grandpa still has a difficult time asking for it!"

"Okay OK, you're here again?"

Li Chengfeng bulged his cheeks and looked at Li Yuan.

Is this stinky old man still over? Is it so much money? Is it worth 5,000 gold per piece, and I keep asking for it?
Chapter completed!