After a day of rest, Li Chengfeng was thinking about how to build a refrigerator early the next morning.

Maybe there is a refrigerator replacement in the system, but how to configure this power?

You can’t always let Eunuch Wu charge it manually, right?

If Eunuch Wu is kept shaking the small generator, will he be exhausted to death?

"Now there are two options, one is solar power and the other is hydropower!"

"Based on the current situation, solar energy is the best energy source I can get!"

Li Chengfeng, who was a member of a Chinese scientific research organization in his previous life, has very strong inventive and creative abilities.

But unfortunately, there is no replacement of refrigerators in the system, but there are some exchanges of refrigerators.

So, Li Chengfeng spent about 500 naughty points to buy two refrigerators, a large piece of solar cardboard, and a circle of copper wire.

"These two refrigerators, one is used as a refrigerator and the other is used as an air conditioner, haha, so happy!"

After purchasing these gadgets, Li Chengfeng was not in a hurry to make a refrigerator.

Because this is a troublesome matter, and at two o'clock in the afternoon, he has to go to Wenxuan Pavilion to meet several of his princes and brothers!

"Eunuch Wu, this prince is going to visit Wenxuan Pavilion now. Please lead the way!"

"Oh, okay! The Eighth Prince, please come this way!"

"Well, by the way, Xiaolan Acai, you guys should follow me and bring my electric fan with you, because it's too hot!"

"Okay, Eighth Prince, I'll follow you right now!"

Li Chengfeng was bored with his free time, so he simply planned to visit Wenxuan Pavilion.

It is said that Wenxuan Pavilion is the most evil academy in the palace. In the past, Prince Li Chengqian, Prince Li Tai, Li Zhi and others all studied in Wenxuan Pavilion.

Li Chengfeng is the only exception.

Because he doesn’t want to go, he won’t go!

Li Shimin tried his best to get Li Chengfeng into Wenxuan Pavilion.

Later, he made a bet with Li Chengfeng and asked Du Ruhui to have a literary competition with Li Chengfeng, saying that whoever wins will have to listen to whoever says it.

In the end, Li Chengfeng won and even scolded Li Shimin for being shameless.

Although Li Shimin was helpless, in the end, Li Chengfeng flew to Chang'an Avenue and saved Princess Changle's life. Li Shimin still felt in his heart that he owed Li Chengfeng.

…

On the way forward, as soon as Li Chengfeng entered the palace gate, he met Wei Zheng who was walking in a hurry.

Li Chengfeng took a step forward and said with a smile: "How do you do, Mr. Zheng Guo! How about we come and compare chess skills some other time?"

"I can't do it. I can't defeat the Eighth Prince. I'll admit defeat!"

Wei Zheng knew that he could not defeat Li Chengfeng, so he simply admitted defeat and did not give Li Chengfeng a chance to deal with him.

And Wei Zheng was really frightened by Li Chengfeng.

Because every time he said something wrong, Li Chengfeng could use countless excuses to threaten him.

He still slaps himself with 100 sticks on his butt? Who would it be? Who wouldn’t be scared when they see Li Chengfeng?

"Mr. Zheng, where are you going in such a hurry?"

"Reporting to the Eighth Prince, I want to take those rice papers to the Wenxuan Pavilion! It is said that the emperor will hold a calligraphy competition in the Wenxuan Pavilion today! Oh, by the way, your brothers will also participate, Eighth Prince

Are you coming too?"

"Oh? Calligraphy competition?"

Li Chengfeng frowned.

Wei Zheng smiled secretly.

Huh, you can't be arrogant this time, right?

You are good at chess, which is a talent, and your intelligence is superior, which is also a talent.

But calligraphy requires hard work in addition to talent.

Without decades of immersion skills, the handwriting can only be called "crab", not calligraphy!

"Well, I, the prince, will naturally participate! Mr. Zheng Guo, will you also participate?"

"Well, this is natural!" Wei Zheng said proudly: "Because the emperor has set rewards for the top three, which are 3,000 gold, 2,000 gold, and 1,000 gold! No matter how bad the old minister is, if he ranks third in calligraphy, he will get 1,000 gold.

It’s no problem!”

"Oh, how about you make some money and play chess with me?"

"Haha, no way! I just lost 900 gold to the Eighth Prince yesterday. If I lose another 1,000 gold to the Eighth Prince today, my wife may really beat me to death!"

"Haha, Duke Zheng is really good at joking!"

At first glance, Li Chengfeng thought Wei Zheng was quite cute.

I didn’t expect this old man to be afraid of his wife?

It seems that after he lost 900 gold and went home yesterday, he must have been scolded a lot.

Moreover, the gold in the Tang Dynasty was just a unit of measurement. This does not mean that one gold is one tael of gold.

In fact, the weight of a piece of gold is very small, only about the size of a soybean.

But in any era, things are rare and valuable.

Therefore, gold was definitely a super precious common currency in the Tang Dynasty.

…

After Li Chengfeng and Wei Zheng came to Wenxuan Pavilion together, Wei Zheng walked into a study with rice paper.

Li Chengfeng also staggered in.

At this moment, in the study room of Wenxuan Pavilion, a group of ministers are observing calligraphy.

When they saw Li Chengfeng coming, they immediately bowed and said, "Hello, Eighth Prince!"

Hou Junji's eyes lit up and he said: "Eighth Prince, could it be that you are also here to participate in the calligraphy competition today?"

"Of course, there are no rules for the calligraphy competition. The prince can't participate, right?"

"Haha, blah blah! The Eighth Prince is serious! I really appreciate the Eighth Prince's spirit of courage to compete. No matter what the result is, participation is the most important thing! Participation is the most important thing! Haha!"

Hou Junji laughed.

The ministers on the side couldn't help but laugh.

In their opinion, only those old monster-level beings in the palace can win this calligraphy competition.

For example, Fang Xuanling, Wei Zheng, Du Ruhui and others.

They are all civil servants, resourceful, and their calligraphy is even more impressive.

With a few of them here, the top three spots are almost taken.

So if Li Chengfeng, a six-year-old kid, came here to participate in a calligraphy competition, wouldn't he be doing it for fun?

Li Chengfeng frowned and looked at Hou Junji, saying, "Mr. Chen Guo, are you looking down on me?"

"No, no, no, Eighth Prince, I don't mean to look down on you!" Hou Junji quickly explained: "Eighth Prince, as we all know, in addition to innate talent, the art of calligraphy requires years of hard work.

You can become a great calligrapher!”

"For example, the sage of calligraphy, Wang Xizhi, was unsuccessful in his youth, but he became famous in his old age. A "Lanting Preface" has been handed down to this day. No one can surpass him in his sage name in calligraphy!"

"I dare not underestimate the Eighth Prince, but the Eighth Prince is only six years old and his wrists are not strong enough. He will definitely not be able to write magnificent propaganda calligraphy!"

Hou Junji stroked his long beard and vowed.

Li Chengfeng silently complained: "Don't talk about me if you're a badass!"

"Huh? Eighth Prince, I didn't say anything bad about you. How can you say that I'm such a badass? Besides, Lao Chen has made some achievements in calligraphy, so how can you say that I'm such a badass?"
Chapter completed!