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

Chapter 198 This barbarian has two brushes
The morning light shines on the imperial city, and shines on the confident figure standing with his hands behind his back.

Several wealthy young men in Chinese clothes looked up at Fang Yiai on the stage, hissing and jumping excitedly, as if they were afraid that no one would know.

The elder brother who was usually flattering was present, which inevitably made these rich boys look bright, and pushed away the crowd with their hands behind their backs. The old god stopped in front of the high platform while everyone was watching.

"Brother Fang, teach this fast-talking barbarian a lesson, and let them experience it. We are very powerful in Tang Dynasty."

"That guy from Tubo, it's still too late to admit defeat, and pay homage to the court, so as not to lose face."

"Losing face? A small barbarian country like Tubo still has face? Talking big without shame, this is the end of arrogance."

Although these rich and noble young men spoke some vulgar words, it made many people feel at ease at the moment, and some good-natured people couldn't help but make fun of them while laughing.

"Yes, come down! Don't be ashamed, this is one of the best literati in our Great Tang Imperial City."

"The little ink in your stomach is not enough to see. If you are new here, you should pay tribute earlier and come down in despair."

The playful words caused bursts of laughter on the field, and spread to the three-story attic, making Cheng Chumo, who was sitting by the window, frowned and sat down.

"That's what it sounds like."

"These dandies are finally decent for a while, and it makes people feel a little bit more at ease."

"It's unexpected that Fang Yi'ai, who is usually self-confident and lofty, can stand up at this time, and I hope to win."

Before doing some poetry together, Li Xian naturally had a certain impression of Fang Yiai, so he took a look at the stage with great interest, and sipped tea slowly.

"This kid is too competitive, and he tends to get impatient and lose his temper."

"I hope this time, this kid can win."

On the stage.

The breeze blew through the skirt of the clothes, and the hem fluttered in the wind. Fang Yiai sat down at the newly brought desk, smiled and bowed to the Tubo envoy opposite.

"Fang Mou was originally a little in-depth on poetry and songs. He rhymed flatly and obliquely, and he was extremely particular about the artistic conception of the battle."

"On the contrary, I didn't pay attention to small folk tricks like peach charms."

"Since Your Excellency wants to use this as the topic today, then Fang will pay Your Excellency to practice."

The slightly derogatory words came out, and everyone in the audience laughed.

Compared with Fang Yiai's free and easy and handsome, the Tubo envoy looked like a busy farmer at the moment. Hearing the laughter around him, the Tubo envoy raised his hand slightly in return.

"Since the young master is not good at peach charms, why not invite someone who is good at writing to compete with me."

"As for poetry, in my eyes, it's just some superficial Confucian scholars who are fighting for fame and profit for their vanity."

"Those real poets of the Tang Dynasty traveled to the mountains and rivers, wandering in the clouds and wild cranes, how could they be so pretentious as the young master, and they are even more elegant and vulgar than labeling peach charms and poems?"

As soon as these words came out, Fang Yi'ai's eyes were filled with displeasure.

The mixed words of praise and criticism from under the high stage lingered in his ears, he frowned and did not speak, and flicked his sleeves to write the next couplet.

"Please!"

A voice containing anger came, and the Tubo envoy's eyes flashed brightly, staring at the ink that hadn't dried up.

The tide of the sea is rising and falling.

At the top of the pole in the sun, the light and shadow hit the thin paper scroll, and a line of flying dragons and flying characters caught everyone's eyes.

The scholar sitting beside him poked his head, stared at the scroll for a moment, recited it silently in his heart, and expressed his sincere admiration.

"Wonderful!"

"Mr. Fang really has a good literary talent. He was able to expand the previous couplet and fold out many words without changing the artistic conception at all."

"After careful reading, it seems that every word is indispensable, which makes me admire."

Seeing someone complimenting him, Fang Yi felt a lot of relief in his heart, glanced at the figure looking at the scroll from the corner of his eye, and guessed in his heart that he probably didn't expect to show such a skill, so he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his heart.

"Hahaha, Mr. Fang is indeed a genius in our imperial city. Look! It's really wonderful to be able to be promoted again in the previous Shanglian."

"I'm afraid the barbarians in Tubo looked stupid, right? A person who can write poems can't match such peach charms?"

"It is estimated that some people will be boring themselves. Earlier, they threatened to fight three against one, and they would have to replace them? Now they have no place to be ashamed?"

"Yeah, it's probably... Huh? This is..."

The people in the audience have not yet finished discussing, but the figures on the stage have already moved.

The Tubo envoys easily picked up their pens and brushed them wantonly, as if they didn't need to think at all.

While the audience took a deep breath, he handed the scroll to the children of Hu people on the side of the high platform.

Floating clouds rise, grow long and rise, rise long and long fade.

The paper scroll covered the sun's golden light, and it was the first to appear in front of Fang Yiai's eyes.

The smiling face froze in an instant, a muscle on his cheek twitched silently, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.

This... how is this possible!

Cracked the couplet in an instant?
Although it is not a classic famous sentence, but it was only after thinking about it for half a moment before I came to the stage, this answer is a bit unexpected!

The scroll in the eyes wandered away, and the children of the barbarian stepped on lotus steps, holding the scroll in both hands, and showed it to everyone in the audience along the edge of the high platform.

hiss~
The faces of the people in the audience were frozen, and their expressions turned complicated.

The shock filled my heart in an instant, it was indescribable!
The blue sky was full of white clouds, and it was clear.The street full of people in the past was quiet. Unknown birds flitted across the sky, glanced at the birds, looked down at the figure with its head up on the ground, and flew away with wings.

Leaning against the window on the second floor, Cheng Chu silently glanced at the scroll on the stage, and it took him a long time to speak slowly.

"This Tubo envoy is really unusual, maybe he is really a person who has read Tang poetry and books."

"This article is more than simple."

Li Xian also noticed that the atmosphere on the field was rather mysterious, so he glanced at all the people present and moved to the Tubo envoy to stay.

"Facing everyone's scolding, he didn't change his face. This person is extremely deep in the city."

"It's really unexpected to be able to compete with Young Master Fang."

Hi!
Cheng Chumo sighed and looked at the figure sitting down on the high platform, feeling quite impatient.

Turning to look at Li Xian, he took the cup in his hand and placed it on the desk.

"Brother Li, I know that you are skilled and quick-witted, so you must have a way."

"Give me an idea, how we can compare this person. It's about the majesty of a great country, you can hide it."

"Or, you go?"

Li Xian waved his arms, he didn't want to get involved in these things at all.

Li Er's sense of smell is extremely sensitive, and even writing poems was fooled by him under the guise of being an expert.

Right now, if he was the one who stood up, maybe something would happen again.

Putting his hands on his shoulders, he pressed Cheng Chumo down, poured another cup of tea for the impatient boy, and pushed him over.

"This is a comparison between Chinese and ink. Do you really believe that I am omnipotent?"

"Besides, there is no winner in this match, and he was also a genius who was a genius in the imperial city back then, so he lost so easily?"

"Look again, look again."

(End of this chapter)