Martial Sage

County Mansion.

The sun shines through the sparse tree trunks, leaving a mottled light and shadow.

A gust of autumn breeze swept past the shaky yellow leaves, swayed a few times, and finally quietly left the trunk, falling down piece by piece.

The young figure was sitting at the stone desk, holding up the hip flask, and shaking it a few times.

There was no drop of wine left in the hip flask, and some vague voices popped out of his throat.

"Again, another pot."

Hearing this, the middle-aged housekeeper behind him quickly stepped forward, frowning, bowed slightly, anxiously with a little worry, said.

"Little prince, can't drink anymore!"

"You have drunk three pots of this wine. When the master saw me, I have to be scolded again."

It was Li Hui who swigged the brew.

As the leader of this competition, the two fiascos really made this young man ashamed.

Hearing that, there was a trace of clarity in Li Hui's blurred eyes, a bitter smile appeared on his face, and he stared at the empty glass in a daze, said.

"Father... the boy has put the palace in shame."

The butler looked at Li Hui in front of him with a complicated expression.

This gifted man, who was originally held up high by the crowd, was completely defeated in the literary test battle.

If it was said that Tang Hao was stunned by Tang Hao at the poem meeting, then in the competition this time, he was trampled by the prince of Tubo.

It was such a Gentile who crushed many of the Tang Practitioners in the literary test, and almost overpowered the Tang Practitioner in the martial arts test.

Within two days, it was worthy of defeating the self-proclaimed Bufan Li Hui completely.

In these two days, Li Hui was hit hard.

As soon as the martial arts trial was over, the Prince's Mansion closed its doors and thanked the guests, and Li Hui had been sitting in the attic in this backyard drinking alcohol.

Li Hui slowly raised his head, exhaled deeply, slowly closed his eyes, and said.

"Butler, am I incompetent?"

After all, Li Hui seemed to have collapsed the pillars in his heart, hanging his head slumpingly, hitting his forehead with his fists, muttering.

"I will throw away our county mansion and our Datang's face, these sins..."

In the end, Li Hui's voice was so bitter that he almost whimpered.

The butler stood behind Li Hui and looked at the low-looking figure. Although he couldn't see Li Hui's expression clearly, he could already feel the helplessness and despair of this worldly son from the sad voice.

Carrying the ardent hope of the people of the imperial city of Datang and the trust of Li Tai, what was gained was a feathered return.

The housekeeper sighed lightly and soothed.

"The little prince doesn't have to be like that, it's just a couplet."

"As the old saying goes, there is a sequence of learning, and a specialization in the art industry. Perhaps that couplet is what the prince of Tubo is good at."

The butler never expected that Li Hui would ask such words.

Li Hui has always regarded himself as the number one talented man in the Tang Dynasty, and never put everyone in his eyes.

Even with the exception of the older generation of Datang, none of the other talents could enter Li Hui's eyes.

This time I can tell this question. From another aspect, Li Hui already knows that own is not enough. This is a good sign.

This aloof and talented person seems to have grown a lot and become a lot humble in these two days.

The butler gladly looked at the figure in front of him, said.

"Little prince, your roots are still there, so why worry about it."

"What's more, we Datang, General Tang has already returned to the city, and we still have the power of a battle. We Datang will not necessarily be weaker than the Tubo prince!"

Hearing this, Li Hui's face was as gray as paper, a flash of surprise flashed, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the housekeeper and said.

"Tang Hao has already triumphed and returned to Chang'an?"

The butler nodded slightly, with a look of expectation in his expression, said.

"Not only that, I heard from the master that Tang Hao and the Tubo prince will compete with the Tubo prince tomorrow."

As soon as he said this, Li Hui frowned, and the expression on his face became complicated.

Ever since he saw Tang Hao shine in the poem meeting, Li Hui has always regarded Tang Hao as his rival.

But who would have thought that it was this person who had robbed himself of the limelight, who was now undertaking the arduous task of saving the prestige of Datang.

If Tang Hao can win, then Datang's face and reputation will be restored.

And his last fig leaf will be kept!

Li Hui slowly raised his eyes and stared at the clear sky, with a look of hope in his eyes.

"If this is the case, we Datang scholars, there may still be a glimmer of hope!"

Into the night.

Creak.

The door sounded.

Li Hui quietly entered the ancestral hall. In the solemn ancestral hall, the ever-bright lantern swayed gently with the prestige.

Closing the door, Li Hui stared at the spiritual cards, then slowly stepped forward after a while, drew out three incense sticks and lit them.

The cigarettes are curled up, wispy and lingering.

The figure on the futon looked particularly serious under the candlelight.

In the shadowed figure, three incense sticks were held in hands respectfully.

Li Hui whispered in the ancestral hall with a trace of unwillingness and sadness.

"The ancestors and the ancestors are in the supremacy, Li Jiaerlang is not filial, so that Li Jia's face is discouraged, hereby worship."

The pious figure bowed its head respectfully, until the smooth forehead touched the cold ground, and then he straightened up.

"The Li family was humiliated because of me, and Datang was humiliated because of me. I hope that the heroic spirits of our ancestors can protect the Li family and the Datang."

At the end, Li Hui slowly kowtow.

"I also hope that the spirit of the ancestors in the sky will shine upon the boy surnamed Tang."

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