Rosefinch street.


    This originally bustling street has been surrounded by colored flags in the middle of a temporary open space.


    The two tables were placed in the open space a few steps away.


    Several maidservants stood quietly behind the case with pen, ink, paper and inkstone in their hands.


    Dozens of princes of powerful aristocratic families surrounded the open space into a circle, followed by Jin Wuwei, who maintained order.


    Standing one by one with their backs to the children of aristocratic families, in front of them are the people of the Tang Dynasty.


    These people of the Tang Dynasty heard about the competition and waited here early.


    At this moment, these dense people seem to have packed the open space.


    Those who came early had already chosen the front position and had a panoramic view of the situation in the open space.


    Many people who heard the news fell at the end.


    Inevitably, some people pushed and pushed, trying to squeeze into the front row.


    The human wall is like a wave, rising and falling.


    Jin Wuwei, in front of the horizontal halberd, shouted from time to time.


    "Keep your distance! Don''t push."


    However, it can not stop the curiosity of these famous families.


    Maybe it can''t stop these people of the Tang Dynasty from caring about the victory or defeat.


    After all, this is a folk activity aimed at Tubo.


    As a people of the Tang Dynasty, I naturally hope to see the picture of the Tang Dynasty''s Fang displaying his divine power and crushing the Turkic prince.


    Dong.


    Dong Dong.


    The drums rang out in the noise.


    Li Hui got up slowly with exciting drums and walked to the open space.


    Between raising their hands, the originally noisy people gradually quieted down.


    "Ladies and gentlemen, today is the battle between Datang and Tubo talents."


    "The country of Tubo shrapnel is shameless and tries to embarrass us with things in the north. It''s ridiculous that an uncivilized barbarian tries to marry the Pearl of the Tang Dynasty."


    "Today, I am a scholar of the Tang Dynasty. Let Tubo see how talented I am in the Tang Dynasty. Please bear a witness“


    When it comes to national humiliation, the resentment of the people in the Tang Dynasty is aroused in an instant.


    The crowd was boiling again, and the originally calm people were agitated again.


    A stocky man standing in the front row, holding his hands in front of his chest, shouted with a thick throat.


    "What is the Tubo black monkey? What heroes can come out of the barren land? Just ask him to roll back to Tubo."


    The sound of Hong Hou was like a big gong, which spread all over the audience in an instant.


    For a moment, everyone laughed and agreed.


    "Yes, childe Li is the first talent of Chang''an. He is brilliant and famous. Isn''t it a piece of cake to deal with this man?"


    "In my opinion, Tubo people are arrogant and complacent. They think they can stand out in that small place of Tubo, so they don''t pay attention to others."


    "This competition is just a matter of the Tubo mayflies shaking trees and humiliating themselves!"


    Sitting in the front row, Fang Yiai listened to the useful words, smiled and said.


    "That said, Tubo did play a powerful role."


    Cheng Chuliang glanced at the room''s love and said slowly.


    "Brother Fang, aren''t you talking about Songzanganbu?"


    The room''s love didn''t reply and nodded slightly.


    Cheng Chuliang covered his chin and stared at Fang Yiai, saying.


    "Brother Fang, are you worried?"


    Fang Yiai smiled and patted Cheng Chuliang on the shoulder.


    "There are few literate and military talents, not to mention the barren land of Tubo?"


    "What''s more, the Tubo Prince has never heard of it. If it is placed in the Tang Dynasty with a large number of talents, it is just a mole ant."


    After that, they turned their eyes to the figure in the open space again.


    Wearing white clothes, jade belt and Lun towel, holding a folding fan, in the sun, it seems that this figure emits an endless smell of books.


    Li Hui slowly waved his hand to calm the people''s verbal and written criticism, Lang said.


    "Tubo barbarians, of course, can not be compared with the Tang Dynasty."


    "However, the Tang Dynasty is a state of etiquette. Visitors are guests. We should have some etiquette. As for abuse, don''t mention it in public."


    After that, Li Hui took a few steps back and forth, waved a folding fan and said.


    "Today''s competition is a contest of literature and martial arts, with the final result."


    Dong.


    Dong Dong.


    The second drum sounded again.


    There is only a quarter of an hour left from the appointed time.


    Hearing the drum, Li Hui frowned slightly and looked around, but he didn''t see the figure of the Tubo prince.


    Some powerful clans were also vaguely anxious, stood up, looked through the human wall and looked into the distance.


    The people reacted at this moment, and the Tubo Prince still didn''t appear.


    Some conjectures gradually emerged from the crowd.


    Standing in the front row, a tall and thin scholar said in doubt.


    "Isn''t this Tibetan stage fright? Don''t you dare to take the written examination?"


    Reminded by the scholar, some people also shouted.


    "Oh! What a shame. I was arrogant at the time of the agreement and increased the stakes. Now I''m afraid of hands and feet."


    "Tubo children have no faith in their words. I''m afraid these barbarians don''t know how to write the word commitment."


    "Hey! Can''t this man escape overnight?"


    When you say a word to me in the crowd, it will make such a large open space noisy again in a moment.