Changsun mansion.
Several new scrolls were scattered on the long case.
At this time, all important officials of the Tang Dynasty also sat on the seats in the hall and were silent.
Not long ago, the appearance of laughing was long gone.
There was a dignified and gloomy smell in the air.
long time.
Changsun Wuji patted the long case in front of him and stood up slowly.
"Hum! Tubo Zhuangzi is so rude that he dares to laugh at me. No one in Datang!"
Du Rumei glanced at changsun Wuji and sighed.
"What can I do about it? It''s just that we Tang Shizi are not good at it. We''re stumped by a couplet."
Fang Xuanling patted the armrest of the seat and said.
"Having said that, these literati in the Tang Dynasty did show their magic powers and tried their best."
"This time, we can only say that the talents of the Tang Dynasty are inferior to others. They don''t have as much ink in their belly. It can''t be said that they don''t work hard!"
These remarks are objective.
Fang Xuanling especially cherishes talents for scholars.
He knew that after this blow, the morale of the younger generation of scribes would be low.
There is also an intention to protect the literati of the Tang Dynasty.
Du Ruhui immediately stood up, stared and pointed to Fang Xuanling.
"Lord Liang, when is it? You still protect those aristocratic sons!"
"This time, the face of our scholars and the face of our Tang Dynasty have been lost by these fools!"
Sitting on one side, Yuchi Jingde, with his beard and eyes staring, jumped up, stamped his feet and shouted loudly.
"Literati are ink!"
"This boy is riding on our Datang. Why bother talking to him."
"Grab it and let him taste our Datang fist."
Yuchi Jingde has always been straightforward and was originally a military general. Naturally, he has little interest in this literary dispute.
In his eyes, the Tang Dynasty is more martial than whose fist is hard.
Changsun Wuji glanced at Yuchi Jingde and quickly waved.
"The Duke of the state of Hubei, if you can''t make an envoy, Wen returns to Wen and Wu returns to Wu."
"After all, the Tubo Prince is also an emissary. Such rudeness makes our game rude."
Yuchi Jingde shouted, pulling his throat.
"Wen can''t do it, and people don''t let him catch it. That''s not a success. Looking at this guy so arrogant?"
Fang Xuanling got up, slowly came to the long case, looked at the couplet again, stroked his beard and said slowly.
"This couplet is not difficult if you really follow the antithesis."
"The key is how to fight back. I think childe Li should also be thinking about it, so he can''t do it."
Du Ruhui narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Fang Xuanling.
"Even so, does the Duke of Liang have a second couplet?"
"No, if we take out the couplet first and uncover the couplet first, I will be upset when I look at the couplet floating in Chang''an city."
Without waiting for Fang Xuanling to speak, eldest sun Wuji spoke first.
"Absolutely not!"
"This is a duel between young people. What''s the identity of the Duke of Liang and what''s the reason if he works for the younger generation."
Fang Xuanling paced back and forth in the hall and said slowly.
"Lord Chang sun''s words are not bad. If we two compete, we will get a self-improvement status and be suspected of bullying the small."
"What should I do when I come down like this?"
For a time, changsun''s house fell into silence again.
……
Tai Chi palace.
Father Rong hesitated outside the palace for a long time after receiving the news of the cultural examination hall. He didn''t know how to report it to the king of Tang.
After all, the sons of the Tang Dynasty lost the literary examination.
Another bad news is that in order to humiliate the son of the benefactor of the Tang Dynasty, the Tubo Prince hung the pair without a couplet on Zhuque street.
This is not only losing the face of the descendants of the Tang Dynasty, but also losing the face of the Tang Dynasty.
The Zhuque street is still in the most prosperous area of the Tang Dynasty. I think it will be stormy in Chang''an city soon.
Hesitated for a long time.
Grandpa Rong sighed heavily, rolled the scroll in his hand and slowly entered the palace.
The king of Tang sat on the soft couch and tasted green tea with the empress changsun.
Seeing that father-in-law Rong entered the temple and didn''t wait for father-in-law Rong to speak, he said.
"No gift. Show it up."
Father-in-law Rong acted according to his words, respectfully handed the scroll to the king of Tang and bowed to one side.
There were only a few scrolls, and the king of Tang turned them over in a moment.
His eyes fell on the last scroll, and Wang Tang''s face suddenly became gloomy.
"This Tibetan envoy, what a big tone!"
After a comment, the king of Tang knocked on the blank lower couplet, swept up a trace of doubt and said.
"Not right?"
Grandpa Rong bowed slightly and nodded gently.
Bang.
A big hand hit the long case in front of him heavily.
Wow.
The blue and white porcelain teacup hit the ground heavily and made several pieces.
"Waste wood! Waste wood!"
The angry roar of the king of Tang echoed in the hall, and thin dust fell from the copper lamp.
After father-in-law Rong''s faltering report, after the suspension of the Imperial City, he dared not say more and stood there with his head down.
The king of Tang was furious and scolded angrily.
"A man with a bag of wine and rice! I''ve lost all my face!"
"Straighten out the Imperial Academy! Give those young civil servants a new liberal arts examination."
Father Rong answered and hurried away from the hall.
Empress Chang sun gently pursed her red lips, locked her eyebrows and murmured.
"I didn''t expect this Tubo prince to be so capable."
Then the empress Chang sun sighed and said.
"I don''t know who will compete tomorrow."