Sheriff''s house.


    The sun shines through the sparse trunk, leaving mottled light and shadow.


    A gust of autumn wind swept the crumbling yellow leaves, swayed a few times, and finally quietly left the trunk and fell down one by one.


    The young figure sat at the stone table, picked up the wine pot and shook it a few times.


    There was no wine left in the wine pot, and some vague voices jumped out of his throat.


    "Another, another pot."


    Hearing the speech, the middle-aged housekeeper behind him stepped forward quickly, frowned tightly, bowed slightly, and said eagerly with a little worry.


    "Little prince, you can''t drink any more!"


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


    It was Li Hui who drank Meiniang.


    As the leader of this competition, the two disastrous defeats really made this childe ashamed.


    Hearing the speech, Li Hui''s blurred eyes had a trace of Qingming, with a bitter smile on his face, staring at the empty wine glass and saying.


    "Father... The child shamed the palace."


    The housekeeper looked at Li Hui in front of him with a complicated look.


    This talented man, who was originally highly praised by everyone, was defeated in the first World War of literary examination.


    If Tang Hao brushed his face at the poetry meeting, he was trampled on by the Tubo prince in the competition.


    It happened that such a foreigner had crushed many literary tests of the Tang Dynasty in the literary test, and had almost strong power in the martial test to crush the martial artists of the Tang Dynasty.


    In two days, Kankan completely knocked down this self proclaimed Li Hui.


    It is these two days that have hit Li Hui.


    As soon as the martial arts test was over, the prefectural palace closed its doors to thank the guests, and Li Hui had been sitting in the attic in the backyard drinking muggy wine.


    Li Hui slowly looked up, took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes and said.


    "Housekeeper, am I incompetent?"


    After that, Li Hui seemed to be the pillar of his heart collapsed. He hung his head decadent, beat his forehead with his fist, and murmured.


    "I will disgrace our county palace and Datang''s face. Such a crime..."


    Finally, Li Hui''s voice was bitter and almost sobbed.


    The housekeeper stood behind Li Hui and looked at the low figure. Although he could not see Li Hui''s expression clearly, he could already feel the helplessness and despair of the son of the world from his sad voice.


    Bearing the ardent hope of the Tang people in the imperial city and the great trust of Li Tai, what he got was a failure.


    The housekeeper sighed and comforted.


    "The little prince doesn''t have to. It''s just a couplet."


    "As the old saying goes, there is a succession of learning Taoism and a specialization in art. Perhaps that pair of couplets is what the Tubo Prince is good at."


    The housekeeper never expected that Li Hui would ask such a question.


    All along, Li Hui has always regarded himself as the first talent of the Tang Dynasty and completely ignored everyone.


    Even with the exception of the older generation of the Tang Dynasty, all other talents could not get into Li Hui''s eyes.


    On the other hand, Li Hui already knows his shortcomings, which is a good signal.


    This proud and talented man seems to have grown a lot and become modest in these two days.


    The housekeeper happily looked at the figure in front of him and said.


    "Little prince, your roots are still there. Why should you worry about these?"


    "What''s more, we Datang, general Tang has returned to the city and has the power of World War I. Our Datang is not necessarily weaker than the Tubo prince!"


    Hearing the speech, Li Hui''s face was as gray as paper, flashed a touch of surprise, suddenly turned his head and looked at the housekeeper.


    "Tang Hao has triumphantly returned to Chang''an?"


    The housekeeper nodded slightly with a look of expectation and said.


    "Not only that, listen to the master. Tang Hao and the Tubo prince will compete with the Tubo Prince tomorrow."


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


    Since seeing Tang Hao shine in the poetry fair, Li Hui has always regarded Tang Hao as a strong enemy.


    But who would have thought that the man who robbed himself of the limelight took on the arduous task of saving Datang''s reputation at this time.


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


    And his last piece of shame cloth will be saved!


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


    "If so, we Tang literati may have a glimmer of hope!"


    At night.


    Creak.


    The door rang.


    Li Hui quietly entered the ancestral hall. In the solemn ancestral hall, the Changming lamp swayed gently with the prestige.


    When he closed the door, Li Hui stared at the spirit cards. After a while, he slowly came forward and took out three incense sticks to light them.


    Curl of cigarettes, wisps, swirling.


    Under the candlelight, the figure on the futon looked particularly serious.


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


    Li Hui sounded in the ancestral hall with a trace of unwilling and sad murmur.


    "All ancestors are on the, and the Li family''s son Lang is unfilial, which has disgraced the Li family. I hereby worship him."


    The pious figure kowtowed respectfully until his smooth forehead touched the cold ground.


    "The Li family is ashamed of me and the Tang Dynasty is humiliated because of me. I hope the ancestors can bless the Li family and the Tang Dynasty."


    Finally, Li Hui kowtowed slowly.


    "I also hope that the spirits of our ancestors in heaven will take care of the boy surnamed Tang."