The exclamations of several people nearby immediately attracted more people to watch.
Without looking at Zhao Tailai, it was difficult to see the extreme expression on Su Jinpa's face. Su Jinpa turned to Prince Wen, who also had a serious look on his face, and said, "Your Majesty, don't you want me to invite the author of "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion"?"
"Now, he's here."
"And this "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" was copied by me in my own handwriting. I wonder how much it is worth?"
Prince Wen frowned. At this moment, how could he not know that Mr. Qin in front of him was the author of the Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion?
Looking at Li Chen, Prince Wen was secretly frightened.
He couldn't figure out why this person was so talented if he was just arrogant and domineering.
"Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" has become popular all over the country at the fastest speed since its publication. All the literati in the world applauded and sighed. Even his father, Prince Wen, lamented in his letters to him that such a talented person would be able to achieve such great things.
Yes, so he went to great lengths to find the author.
But he didn't want to, so he looked around and found Li Chen's head.
Zhao Tailai's expression suddenly changed from gloomy to bright.
At that time, Li Chen wrote the "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" in front of him, but he never expected that Su Jinpa would stand up for Li Chen at this time and slap him in the face.
Having been slapped twice in succession by "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion", Zhao Tailai hated this poem.
"No one bids?"
Su Jinpa looked around and said calmly: "If no one bids, I will pay a thousand taels myself. This thousand taels will be regarded as disaster relief for the Su family."
As soon as these words came out, Prince Wen immediately suppressed all the thoughts in his heart and said with a smile: "How can this happen? The literary talent of "Tengwang Pavilion Preface" shames thousands of scholars in the Qin Dynasty, not to mention that I asked Miss Su to find it.
, how can you let Miss Su spend money? I will pay two thousand taels of silver."
After Prince Wen finished speaking, he immediately glanced at Li Chen.
He seemed to want to use this method to repair his relationship with Li Chen and see if there was any possibility of winning over him.
Prince Wen all bid, and everyone else restrained their thoughts.
Only Zhao Tailai refused.
"Three thousand taels!"
Zhao Tailai stared at the "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" in Su Jinpa's hand with red eyes, his face full of ferocity and resentment.
"So what if you have the best literary talent? It's still a waste. I'll buy it today and burn it in front of everyone to see what you can do to me!" Zhao Tailai stared at Li Chen and said bitterly.
Li Chen said calmly: "You really have a good idea. Since everyone has made bids, I am here today. It makes no sense not to participate. Ten thousand taels."
Li Chen stretched out a finger and said with a smile to Zhao Tailai: "I heard that Mr. Zhao has always been generous. Not only did he spend hundreds of thousands of taels to build Prince Teng's Pavilion, but even the mansion of the eighth prince, King Zhao, was financed by Mr. Zhao, which cost only 10,000 taels.
, it shouldn’t be anything, right?”
Zhao Tailai was already furious, but when he was provoked by Li Chen, he felt even more humiliated. He roared: "One hundred thousand taels! Comparing money with me, who do you think you are!?"
"sharp."
Li Chen gave a thumbs up and praised: "Young master Zhao is really generous. He made one hundred thousand taels in one move. I admire him."
With that said, Li Chen turned to Su Jinpa and said: "Jinpa, give him the "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion". Mr. Zhao is willing to pay one hundred thousand taels of silver to burn it for fun. Of course we can't stop it, and we don't have the strength, right?"
"
"Anyway..."
Taking a look at Zhao Tailai, who looked ashen, Li Chen said cheerfully: "I am the author, and you are the one who wrote the pen. When I go back, I will give you two more poems. You copy them both. If you have no money, you can burn them with Mr. Zhao."
, one hundred thousand taels per piece."
Zhao Tailai's eyes widened, and he took a breath into his lungs but could not spit it out. He only felt that his eyes were going black, and he roared ferociously and viciously: "You dare to play tricks on me!?"
