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

Chapter 199 Another Expert
Hanguang Avenue.

"Something's wrong, come here! The Tubo barbarians bully me and have no one left!"

A rough shout came out, and the sound wave was pushed away from the row upon row of houses like water waves, faintly spreading into the distance.

The yelling young strong man stepped on straw sandals and ran across the bluestone floor. Seeing the figure protruding from the dilapidated thick wooden door, he hurriedly stopped and waved.

"Ma'am, where's the second uncle?"

"October weather, it's almost the end of the new year, your second uncle is busy giving couplets, waiting until the end to write, what's the matter?"

"Hey! A Tubo monkey has come to compare peach charms in the imperial city. It has already stumped many people. I want the old man to win glory for our Tang Dynasty."

"Oh, there are so many literati and poets in this imperial city, can't it be compared?"

"Don't mention it! They're all made of rice bags made of wine. They are either a little knowledgeable and only focus on making friends, or they can write poems and eulogies. How can they care about these things. Now that Mr. Fang supports it, let Li Er Grandpa is going to press the battle, and I feel safe."

"Let's go! Madam will take you there."

These people are the older generation who were born and bred, and the imperial city has seen everything they have experienced.

Now that the weather is good and the weather is good, the emperor is sage, and he especially values ​​this hard-won prosperity of the Tang Dynasty.Therefore, the younger generation has a deeper patriotism than this generation.

Walking side by side on the bluestone road slab street, in some low-lying places, the young man helped the old woman beside him, and carefully patted her when she fell.

Along the way, how the Tubo envoys provoked, what couplets were produced on the field, and the fact that Fang Yiai's question was easily deciphered.

Hearing this, the old woman was also a little more shocked by the Tubo envoy, and her footsteps sped up unconsciously, shaking her figure, if she hadn't been supported, she might have fallen down several times.

Panting heavily, she stroked a strand of silver hair from her gray temples, the old woman lowered her brows, and said as she walked.

"A Niu, you are the young generation, you can't lose face if you lose anything."

"...Auntie knows that you don't have the wisdom to study, but you must have a strong heart, don't be like those literati in the heart of the city..."

"... These days, if you wear a lun scarf or a folding fan, you are a literati... You, you have to be down-to-earth... Otherwise, look, there are still foreigners who dare to shout in our imperial city in this bright and bright world."

"...a strong youth makes a country strong..."

When walking past the shop where pens, inks, papers and inkstones were placed, the old woman stopped to say hello.Amid the strong smell of gunpowder, many shopkeepers immediately closed their doors and went to cheer for Li Erye's upcoming competition.

Walking to the end of the street, Li Erye walked out of the house with a smile on his face, and stepped over the threshold. He was dressed in a well-regulated Confucian robe, which was washed white, but there were no wrinkles, and it remained simple and simple.

"Old man, hurry up. The Tubo people are comparing peach charms. These young people are defeated."

The old man's kind face became serious, he frowned and criticized the younger generation, and then asked about the place, followed the previous youth towards Zhuque Street, followed by the angry shopkeepers and servants in the ancient alley , clamoring and rushing all the way.

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Tai Chi Temple.

The early court is over, and all the officials stand up and salute.

wow wow wow.

The shimmering sound of the armor came from outside the hall, and when everyone frowned and turned their heads, the captain of Jin Wuwei strode in.

Stepping across the red carpet of the main hall in a hurry, he half-kneeled in the hall, bowing his hands to the suspicious emperor on the throne.

"Your Majesty, the Zhuque Street is crowded with people, and the envoys of Tubo are confronting the literati of the Tang Dynasty."

"Only just now, the Tubo envoy stumped many people when they first came up with the questions, and the scholars who broke the deadlock were also easily resolved by the Tubo envoy in the second round of questioning."

The words paused slightly here, and only continued when they heard the astonished words of the four.

"Fang's eldest son, Fang Yiai, is trying to compete with the Tubo envoys, but it seems that the Tubo envoys responded very easily."

"Idiosyncratic..."

It is about the face of the Tang Dynasty, the captain of the Jinwu Guard dare not neglect, he originally wanted to ask His Majesty for instructions from the Imperial Academy to send someone out just in case, but just when the words were about to come out, Fang felt that his official title did not have such a big right , had to keep silent.

Li Shimin, who was holding the armrest of the dragon chair, had a solemn expression on his calm face, and a displeasure in his heart. When he looked at the ministers, his calm words became low.

"Okay! Here are the scholars of our imperial city, and here are the students of the Tang Dynasty who will support the future generation of our Tang Dynasty."

"A mere foreigner can force the top students in the imperial city to be helpless with the knowledge competition that we are accustomed to in the Tang Dynasty."

"Everyone, what do you think?"

After hearing these words, cold sweat broke out on Fang Xuanling's forehead, and a trace of horror floated in his heart.

The children in their own family know best.

Fang Yiai liked poetry since childhood, poetry and songs were well-known in the imperial city, how could she be troubled by mere peach charms?

Is it possible that this legendary Tubo man in the rumors can really pass the heavens and the earth?Can even our Tang Dynasty's best things be compared?

Changsun Wuji saw Fang Xuanling's difficulty, got up and stepped into the hall, clasping his hands together.

"Your Majesty, it is still too early to win or lose."

"Fang Yiai's talent and learning are obvious to all. I believe that I can definitely win this matter now, and it won't make us Datang lose face."

How could Li Shimin listen to these comforting words, although there is a widow in the imperial city, what will happen if he misses it?
This is the face of Tang Yang!
Looking back, it seemed that no suitable talent could be selected. Immediately thinking of the literary museum established in the past, he sighed in his heart and waved his arms.

"That's all, let Yao Silian from the Literature Museum go to hold the line."

After the words fell, Fang Xuanling's face showed a look of embarrassment, knowing that this was a safe move by His Majesty, but he felt a little unnatural in his heart.

In an instant, my mind flew back to the poem inscribed on the imperial list, and I couldn't help but let out a heavy breath.

Ugh.

After all, it is Gouzi who is not knowledgeable.

Changsun Wuji brushed his beard under his forehead, pondered for a moment, then raised his head and cupped his hands.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Yao is a well-known person in the literature museum, so he is a bit overqualified for this."

"In my opinion, it is better for me to go to Hanguang Street and persuade Mr. Li, who bought the Taofu, to come forward."

"After all, these are competitions among the people. It is appropriate to let these powerful people who are hidden from the people come forward."

Li Shimin had heard a little about this person, and his reputation in the folk neighborhood was no less than that of Fang Yiai, and he was a citizen in the market, so it was indeed more suitable.

After smoothing his beard under his jaw, Li Shimin nodded slightly.

"That's all."

As soon as the words fell, the figure who got up and retreated was moved in his heart, and turned his head to sweep across the officials.

"Where is Li Xian now?"

As soon as these words came out, the entire palace fell silent, and all the officials looked at each other in blank dismay.

Your Majesty will not let Li Xian go to the competition, right?
This kid is just talented in the field of production, Wenbi?Can it work?

Cheng Yaojin stepped forward wearing a blue dress, cupped his hands and said.

"Your Majesty, Quanzi Chumo has called Li Xian to go to the market this morning, I'm afraid he is not in the workshop now."

The originally dignified face stretched out, waved the dragon sleeves, and laughed.

"Retreat."

(End of this chapter)