Datang: Salted fish at the beginning, Gao Yang was given marriage by Li Er

Chapter 197
Jin Hui sprinkled the ink that had not yet dried up, and the scroll overflowing with the fragrance of ink was lifted up.

The beautiful handwriting was then displayed in front of everyone.

An inch of soil is the temple, and there are poems beside the temple. The poem says: The bright moon sends the monk back to the ancient temple.

Countless pairs of eyes were focused, and some people unconsciously recited in a low voice, and a picture scroll appeared in their minds.

The bright moon hangs high, and the moonlight shines across the thousand-year-old temple. The eminent monks hold the Buddha seal with their hands, and take over the friends to write poems. The artistic conception is beautiful.

Compared with poetry, couplets are not so strict, but more interesting, just like the first couplet is like telling an interesting story.

"Okay! Writing stories with couplets is full of wit and wit, and it makes people associate it unconsciously. It's perfect."

"More than that, this is also a couplet of split characters, the beginning and the end match each other, and the radicals form characters. It's really wonderful."

"Hey! Which Tubo envoy is in charge of you, don't just smile, you should also write a couplet."

Seeing his intentions being spoken out one by one by everyone, the scholar's face was extremely flat, as if there was a hint of mystery floating on his cheeks.

hiss~
Cheng Chumo took a deep breath, and there was a glint in his eyes.

Staring at the few short lines of handwriting on the white paper, he stroked his chin with interest.

"Brother Li, in the past, I thought it was just a group of sour scholars who gathered together and talked about words."

"I didn't expect it to be quite interesting, not bad."

After hearing these words, Li Xian shook his head slightly.

"There are actually some mysteries in this Shanglian. It depends on whether the Tubo envoy knows about it."

Ok?
Cheng Chumo was taken aback, with a look of astonishment on his face.

Now that these people have revealed the skills of the battle in the upper couplet, the test questions are not easy, but there is still a mystery?

Just as he was about to ask, the smiling Tubo envoy on the stage spoke slowly.

"Okay!"

"The eminent monk of the Tang Dynasty visited Tianzhu to seek scriptures, and this poem by your Excellency can be closely related to the present."

"The word "Temple" runs through the whole couplet, which is really wonderful."

The scholar on the opposite side narrowed his eyelids slightly, and his eyelids twitched suddenly. What he subconsciously hid was actually revealed by the Tubo envoy.

Such a person with subtle insights, when people praised him for knowing the current affairs of the Tang Dynasty, gave people a faint pressure.

Suddenly, an ominous premonition rose up, and a touch of uneasiness rose in my heart.

The onlookers didn't think too much about it, and they suddenly realized it when they heard the Tubo envoy's advice.

It is respectable for a foreigner to openly point out the advantages of his opponent in the presence of a large crowd, but many people whisper in private.

"Hey! I didn't expect this Tubo barbarian to be outspoken. We've beaten you before!"

"Then you are still calling him a barbarian? Such an opponent is worthy of respect. Even if the Tubo envoy loses, it is worthy of admiration. At least our etiquette is no less than that of this envoy."

"Huh! I think I know that this couplet is hard to get a second couplet, so I said some flattering words just now, but ah, if you lose, you lose!"

At the moment when the words of praise and criticism from the surroundings reached his ears, the Tubo envoy slowly picked up his pen, and wrote vigorously amidst the astonishment of everyone.

The pen went like a dragon, and the next couplet came out in a moment, and was lifted and hung in the hands of the barbarian woman.

The two trees are the forest, and the forest is forbidden, and the ban says: the ax enters the forest with time.

The confrontation is neat, the beginning and the end echo, and the low voice is low.

It completely meets the requirements of the couplet!
hiss~
In the entire venue, there seemed to be the sound of wind passing by, and it was full of breathing sounds.

Just a moment ago, the people were talking about Tubo's loss, but now they are all staring at the scroll in Hu Nu's hand in a daze.

"This... this is a bit too fast, right? Just... just crack it like this?"

"The battle was neat, and we couldn't find any problems. Could this...could it be prepared by the Tubo envoys in advance? It should be a coincidence, right?"

"It's unbelievable. The Tubo envoy's reply speed is not slow at all. This kid seems to have some skills."

The scorching sun hangs high, reflecting on every astonished face, and the citizens quietly looked at the dominating figure standing on the stage, feeling suspicious in their hearts, as if a dark cloud was slowly drifting across the sky.

Clenching his fists and pressing the scholar on the desk, he sat down slowly in a half-squat.

He secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, frowned, and bowed to the Tubo envoy opposite him.

"Your Excellency's quick thinking is admirable."

"This round of the second couplet is very neat, please continue to ask your envoy to write questions."

Ha ha ha.

The Tubo envoy stood up slowly holding the table, held his head high, and walked with his hands behind his back.

"The number of words is concise and short, but it does not mean that this couplet is a classic sentence."

"I said earlier that I want to fight against the scribes of the Tang Dynasty."

"Winning one person is not a chance of winning. I hope there are two more players who can stand up and play against me."

One against three?

The hearts of the people who were still in shock just now were shocked. The initial respect has long since disappeared, and noisy and angry words spread.

"Hey! Does this mean that you are fat and you are still out of breath? One against three? What a big tone!"

"Is this contempt for the uneducated scribes in the Tang Imperial City? Can you face one, and think about facing three?"

"Come on, two people! Don't lose face, think about it quickly!"

Various words filled his ears, Cheng Chumo gritted his teeth while watching in the attic, punched the table with his fist, and uttered angrily.

"This fucking is obviously a bully!"

"Is this treating our Imperial City students as unpopular people?"

Turning to glance at the scholar who was frowning in thought on the high platform, he let out a heavy breath.

"Hey! Look, look!"

"Usually, I can't study diligently, but now I have fallen into such a situation. Hey, the face of our sons of literati in the Tang Dynasty!"

On the other hand, Li Xian seemed extraordinarily peaceful, silently sipping a sip of tea, glanced at the tall figure on the stage, and smiled faintly.

"interesting."

"I'm afraid this is the legendary talent from Tubo that has been passed down by word of mouth, right? He really has this kind of ability."

"Isn't it just a peach charm match! I'll come!"

A voice of displeasure exploded among the crowd, and quickly swayed among the impatient crowd.

In an instant, everyone's eyes locked on the speaker's figure.

She is dressed in green clothes, her starry eyes are slightly angry, and the jade pendant hanging shows her extraordinary life experience.

"It's Mr. Fang! He is the most talented and learned Mr. Fang in our imperial city!"

"There is hope, there is hope, Mr. Fang can definitely win this game if he can write a poem and eulogy!"

"Uh... I'm afraid the first one has passed, right? In our imperial city, there is already another high-ranking student who remains anonymous..."

"Whatever! As long as he can win, Mr. Fang will still be our number one!"

The surrounding words were obviously full of joy. Fang Yiai stepped over the jet-black soap boots, and the crowded crowd separated on both sides, and strode onto the stage with their heads held high.

Looking across at the grateful scholar, Fang Yiai nodded slightly, then turned to salute the figure with her sleeves behind her hands.

"The next game, I'm right!"

(End of this chapter)