Martial Sage

Longsun House.

Several new scrolls were scattered on the long case.

All the important officials of Tang Dynasty were also sitting on the seats in the hall at this time, silent.

The appearance of laughing a while ago is long gone.

There was a solemn, gloomy smell in the air.

a long time.

Changsun Wuji patted the long case in front of him and slowly stood up.

"Huh! Tubo Lizi, too rude, dare to laugh at me, there is no one in Datang!"

Du Rumei glanced at Changsun Wuji and sighed.

"What's the way to do this? It's just that we don't live up to the Tang dynasty, and we are stumped by a couplet."

Fang Xuanling patted the armrest of the seat and said.

"Nevertheless, these scribes in Datang did show their magic and exhausted their abilities."

"This time it can only be said that the talents of the Tang Dynasty are not as skilled as people, and there is not as much ink in their belly, and it can not be said that they are unsatisfactory!"

These words are objective.

Fang Xuanling cherishes talents especially for the scribes.

He knew well that after this blow, the morale of the younger scribes would inevitably be low.

The words also meant to protect the Tang literati.

Du Ruhui stood up immediately, stared, and pointed to Fang Xuanling.

"Liang Guogong, when is the time, you still protect those elder sons!"

"This time, the faces of our scribes and our Datang have lost all these idiots!"

Sitting on the side with a beard and staring Yuchi Jingde, he jumped up, stomped his foot, and shouted.

"The literati is ink!"

"This kid is riding our Datang, so why bother with him."

"Grab it and let him taste the fists of our Datang."

Yuchi Jingde has always been straightforward and was originally a military commander, so naturally he didn't have much interest in this literary struggle.

In his eyes, Datang Shangwu is stronger than whose fist is.

Changsun Wuji glanced at Wei Chi Jingde and waved quickly.

"Gong E, you can't make it, let the text go to the text, and let the Wu go to the Wu."

"The prince of Tubo is also a messenger after all. Such rudeness makes our game rude."

Yuchi Jingde pulled his throat and shouted.

"Writing is not good, and people are not allowed to catch, then it will not be achieved to look at this servant so arrogant?"

Fang Xuanling got up, came slowly to the long case, glanced at the Shanglian again, stroked his beard, and said slowly.

"It's not difficult to really follow the antithetical couplet."

"The key point is how to counterattack domineeringly. I think Young Master Li should also be thinking about this, so he couldn't get up."

Du Ruhui narrowed his eyes and looked at Fang Xuanling.

"Even so, can Liang Guogong have a couplet?"

"Why don't we show the couplet first and reveal the Shanghai couplet first, the old man will be upset looking at the couplet floating in Chang'an City."

Without waiting for Fang Xuanling to speak, Changsun Wuji spoke first.

"Never!"

"This is a duel between young people. What kind of status is Liang Guogong? If it is for the juniors, what is the reason."

Fang Xuanling paced back and forth in the hall, slowly saying.

"Master Changsun's words are not bad. If our cock is out of the game, we will end up with a surrender status, and it will be a big bully."

"How is it good to come down like this?"

For a while, the mansion of Changsun fell into silence again.

...

Tai Chi Palace.

Rong Gonggong received the news from the literary examination venue and walked outside the palace for a long time, not knowing how to report it to the king of Tang.

After all, this literary test was lost by the sons of Tang Dynasty.

The other bad news is that, in order to humiliate the great Tang benevolent son, the Tubo prince hung up the pair without the lower link on Vermillion Bird Street.

This not only lost the face of the sons of Tang Dynasty, but also lost the face of Tang Dynasty.

That Vermillion Bird Street is still in the most prosperous area of ​​Datang, I think it won't be long before this Chang'an city will be full of troubles.

Hesitated for a long time.

Ronggong sighed heavily, with a scroll in his hand, slowly entered the palace.

King Tang was sitting on the soft couch, tasting green tea with Empress Changsun.

Seeing Rong Gong Gong entered the hall, he said without waiting for the Rong Gong to speak publicly.

"It's waived, please submit it."

Rong Gonggong acted as he said, and respectfully handed the scroll to the king of Tang, bowing to the side and waiting.

There were only a few scrolls, and Tang Wang turned over it in a moment.

His eyes fell on the last scroll, and Tang Wang's face suddenly became gloomy.

"This Tubo envoy, what a big tone!"

After commenting, Wang Wang knocked on the blank bottom line and said with a trace of doubt.

"Isn't it right?"

Grandpa Ronggong bowed slightly and nodded gently.

Bang.

A big hand slammed heavily on the long case in front of him.

Wow.

The blue and white porcelain teacup slammed heavily on the ground, smashing into a few pieces.

"Waste! Waste!"

Tang Wang's angry roar echoed in the Great Hall, and sparse dust fell from the copper lamp.

After Rong Gonggong's hesitating report, after the imperial city Xuanlian incident, he dared not say more, and stood there with his head down.

The anger in Wang Wang's eyes was fierce, and he cursed.

"Those with wine bags and rice bags! I simply lost my face in Datang!"

"Rectify the Hanlin Academy! Retake the liberal arts test for those young civil servants."

Grandpa Rong responded and left the Great Hall in a hurry.

Empress Changsun pursed her vermilion lips lightly, her eyebrows were furrowed, and she murmured.

"Unexpectedly, this Tubo prince has such a patience."

After all, Empress Changsun sighed and said.

"I don't know who will be in the martial arts competition tomorrow."

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