Even Li Shimin didn't expect that Li Chengfeng's chess skills were so superb?

As we all know, chess is a small battlefield.

On the chessboard, the two forces are at war, and they are incompatible with each other.

The same chess pieces, the same military strength, the comparison is wisdom, strategy and tactics.

Could it be that Li Chengfeng's art of war has surpassed that of Wei Zheng?

If Li Chengfeng's resourcefulness and strategy surpassed Wei Zheng's, Li Shimin would still understand.

After all, this kid is the world's best prodigy. He proposed the South-to-North Water Diversion Project, solved the most difficult problem in history, and defeated Prime Minister Du Ruhui.

But is his military skills so powerful?

Thinking of this, Li Shimin's heart couldn't help but beat feverishly.

As the saying goes, if you study martial arts without studying literature, you will be a person of the Tang Dynasty in vain. If you study literature without studying martial arts, you will be a person of two hundred and fifty.

Since Li Chengfeng's education level is already very high, how about letting him learn martial arts?

He will definitely be the future general of the Tang Dynasty!

Li Shimin stroked his beard and made calculations in his mind.

The people on the side were all celebrating Li Chengfeng's victory over Wei Zheng.

"Haha, congratulations to the Eighth Prince for defeating Duke Zheng in chess!"

"The Eighth Prince is truly a god in heaven, so resourceful and resourceful that no one can match his time!"

"Ding, this is a compliment from Du Ruhui, naughty value is 12!"

"Ding, compliments from Fang Xuanling, naughty value 13!"

"Wow, is brother Feng'er really that powerful? Even Prime Minister Wei Zheng can't beat my brother?"

"Eighth Prince, you are so strong!"

On the side, Princess Changle and Wu Xu looked at Li Chengfeng with equally painful and surprised eyes.

In Wu Xu's eyes, Li Chengfeng's strength became increasingly unfathomable.

He was only a six-year-old child, but his talent was unmatched by anyone in the entire Tang Dynasty.

Moreover, his father, Samurai Yun, often said to himself, if you have nothing to do, go to the Prince's Palace and communicate with the Eighth Prince. This will be good for your future.

Thinking of this, Wu Xu couldn't help but blush a little.

"Wei Zheng, you lose!"

Li Chengfeng looked at Wei Zheng confidently.

Wei Zheng wiped the sweat from his forehead with trembling hands.

In the end, he sighed and said: "I lost, I lost! I am willing to accept my punishment!"

For just a moment, Wei Zheng looked as if he had aged by more than ten years, and the sparkle in his eyes was gone.

Because he never imagined that after decades of immersed in chess, he still couldn't beat the six-year-old Eighth Prince?

Li Chengfeng smiled and said: "Zheng Guogong, don't worry! I didn't say I would punish you with 100 sticks!"

"Oh? Huh... If I lose, I lose. I am willing to accept the punishment! Let alone 100 sticks, even if it is 1,000 sticks, ten thousand sticks. As long as the Eighth Prince opens your mouth, you can do it!"

Wei Zheng was also an iron-blooded prime minister.

He knew he had lost, so he was willing to accept the punishment.

As soon as Wei Zheng said these words, others all appreciated Wei Zheng's iron-blooded words.

However, Li Chengfeng frowned, rolled his eyes, and said, "Are you sure you really want to be punished with ten thousand sticks?"

"Gudong! Huh... If you want to change the punishment, there is no need to say more. The old minister lost, and the old minister is willing to accept the punishment!"

"Okay, this is what you said!"

Li Chengfeng didn't expect Wei Zheng to be so courageous?

Li Yuan, who was on the side, tugged on Li Chengfeng's sleeve and said, "Grandson, forget it, Duke Zheng is joking with you!"

Li Yuan also felt sorry for Wei Zheng, who was already so old and still had to suffer physical pain?

As Wei Zheng was the prime minister left over from the previous dynasty, the friendship between Li Yuan and Wei Zheng was also quite profound.

So Li Yuan didn't want to see that Wei Zheng really couldn't get out of bed because of Li Chengfeng!

On the other hand, Li Chengfeng smiled and said, "Don't worry, grandpa, I didn't say I wanted to spank him!"

"Zheng Guogong, when I see that you are old, I won't do anything to your body! Let's do this. If you lose three games of chess to me and don't lose a single game, you will fine me 300 gold. If you lose three games to me, then the total will be 900 gold.

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"What? Eighth Prince, your punishment is too expensive, isn't it?"

Wei Zheng's eyes widened instantly.

If you lose a game of chess, you will be fined 300 gold? If you lose ten or so games, wouldn’t you be ruined?

And Li Chengfeng smiled and said: "It's not expensive at all! My grandfather is the emperor. If I lose a game, I will be fined 100 gold. You fine me 300 gold, which is relatively light!"

Wei Zheng gritted his teeth, sighed, and said, "Okay, old minister, I'm willing to accept my punishment!"

Wei Zheng thought carefully for a while and decided that he should accept the punishment.

If you lose, you lose, and if you continue to fight with the Eighth Prince like this, you will definitely suffer the loss!

After Wei Zheng agreed to lose 900 gold to Li Chengfeng, he left in despair.

He didn't want to stay in the imperial garden for a moment anymore.

After all, he lost 900 gold in one fell swoop. After returning home, his wife would probably scold him to death.

Seeing Wei Zheng's defeat, Li Shimin was really relieved!

Li Chengfeng laughed and said: "Haha, who else dares to challenge me? 100 gold per game, the winner can take it!"

The whole place fell into silence.

Even Wei Zheng lost three games in a row to the Eighth Prince, so who among the people present dared to ask Li Chengfeng for advice on chess?

Even Fang Xuanling wouldn’t dare!

"Forget it, since each of you dares to challenge me, then I will go home first!"

"Father, I have resigned!"

"Well, okay! Eunuch Wu, take good care of the Eighth Prince and don't let him get hurt!"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I know!"

Eunuch Wu nodded in agreement, and then quickly followed Li Chengfeng's footsteps and set off towards the Prince's Mansion.

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Time flies so fast, July passed by in the blink of an eye, and August has arrived.

These days, Li Chengfeng has been staying in the Zhenwang Mansion, studying the function of hydroelectric power generation.

Because Li Chengfeng discovered that with the coming of the great heat, the weather was getting hotter and hotter.

"It's so hot, Eunuch Wu, come with me to the imperial dining room!"

"Eighth Prince, what are you going to do in the imperial dining room?"

"It's too hot. I have to go to the imperial kitchen to get some ice cubes!"

"Okay, Eighth Prince, please don't leave. Just let me fetch some ice cubes for the Eighth Prince!"

Having said that, Eunuch Wu set off from the Prince's Mansion and went to the imperial kitchen to get ice cubes!

Whenever there is a scorching summer, Li Shimin will take out the ice cubes he stored in winter to relieve the heat.

To this end, Li Shimin also built a huge ice room under the cellar of the imperial dining room.

Li Chengfeng originally thought that Eunuch Wu would be able to bring back a large basin of ice cubes.

However, half an hour later, Eunuch Wu returned empty-handed.

I saw Eunuch Wu with a big head, a red face, narrowed eyes, and a very ugly face.

Looking at Eunuch Wu returning empty-handed, Li Chengfeng was stunned and said, "Eunuch Wu, where are the ice cubes I want?"

"Return, report back to the Eighth Prince! Liu Fugui, the manager of the imperial kitchen, said that there is no ice cubes. The ice cubes have been distributed! So, not only do you have no ice cubes at this moment, but the emperor and the others also don't have any!"
Chapter completed!