Zhao Chen said just now, obviously saying that these Chang'an City scholars are not good.

What does this mean is a riddle that you haven't guessed for seven or eight years?

Humiliation, blatant humiliation.

The young scholar was very annoyed and stared at Zhao Chen with his eyes tightly.

Zhao Chen didn't want to have a conflict with others, so he smiled and said, "This young master is just talking casually."

"But the simplicity of this riddle is only seen in my life."

As soon as Zhao Chen finished speaking, Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaiyu had already grasped Zhao Chen's hands tightly.

"Brother, do you think this riddle is simple?"

"Zhao Chen, don't lie to me!"

Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaiyu said to Zhao Chen from the left and right, with their expressions looking extremely excited.

"I only saw you in my life? The young master is still saying that I am a scholar in Chang'an City is stupid, right?" The young scholar's face looked even more ugly.

He thought Zhao Chen was giving in, but who knew that what he said was the same as before.

"Boy, why are you talking about that? Believe it or not, I will cut you down?" Cheng Chumo was unhappy when he saw this person biting Zhao Chen and refused to let go.

If you can't even guess the first riddle, what's wrong if you look down on you?

Although Cheng Chumo is not old, he is also a reckless man in appearance.

After being intimidated by him, the young scholar would not dare to speak.

Immediately retreated aside and didn't dare to say a word.

But his eyes were looking at Zhao Chen, with a hint of disdain.

"Brother, tell me, how can I solve this first riddle?" Qin Huaiyu had been unable to control himself, and his expression was a little urgent.

"Looking at the south, the lonely star is rising, and it should be the word "Zhuang"." Zhao Chen picked up a brush from under the lantern, wrote the word "Zhuang" on the white paper under the lantern.

"Zhuang?" Cheng Chumo didn't understand at all.

Qin Huaiyu also frowned, not understanding how Zhao Chen understood the word "Zhuang".

"Young master is very capable, and he can solve this riddle in such a short time!" Cheng Chumo and the others were wondering why the answer to this riddle was "Zhuang" when an old man came over from the side.

"I wonder how the young master interpreted this word, can you tell me?" the old man said to Zhao Chen with a smile.

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes when he looked at Zhao Chen.

"There are north and south, left and right east, 'look south' is the part of the word 'wang' under the character "wang."

"'Lone Star' is a point, and the 'Brow Moon' refers to the moon at the beginning of the moon, like a stroke."

"'Skip' is added to the left of the character 'wang', and the 'dot' is above the character 'wang', and the three parts are combined into the character 'zhuang'."

"Are the elders satisfied with this explanation?" Zhao Chen said, and looked at the old man in front of him with a smile.

Fortunately, before he traveled through time, he also liked to read some weird books, otherwise he wouldn't be able to guess it.

However, this riddle is indeed much simpler than the others Zhao Chen has seen.

"Paipa--"

The old man applauded Zhao Chen, his face full of surprise.

"Young Master is really a talented person. He explains it so much. In the past eight years, the young master's speed of resolving mystery should be the first person." The old man looked at Zhao Chen and said slowly.

"It really...is it really solved?"

"It turned out to be the word 'Zhuang'. Even if you want to break your head, you can't think it would be this word."

"Young master is a talented man, I am really ashamed. Please forgive me." The young scholar just now heard the process of Zhao Chen's resolving mystery, and the old man affirmed it.

Who can make His Majesty the Emperor trust so much that he dares to hand over the poem that has not yet been opened to Wang Jinian?

Whose poem can defeat Wang Ji?

Cheng Yaojin was full of curiosity.

When the people of Chang'an City heard that His Majesty the Emperor actually wrote a poem in person and asked to give it to Wang Ji for comment.

Of course I was even more looking forward to it.

Outside the Tai Chi Hall, tens of thousands of people sat together, but for a moment, they could not hear any discussion.

There was quiet around, only fireworks that were still setting off outside the imperial city, occasionally exploding in the air.

Wang Ji was holding the folded poem in his hand, and he felt a little nervous.
Chapter completed!