Sword guarding Chang'an

Chapter 42 The Revenge of the Hun Prince

Tang country.

Chang'an City.

Inner Imperial City.

Tang Wang's face was filled with irritability and hostility, because the border of Tang State had become more and more unsettled recently, and his sons had disappointed him even more.

The borders of the Tang Kingdom are unstable, but the princes with real power confront each other. Not only do they ignore the borders, but they fight for power and profit, and check each other.

Give the enemy a feeling of disharmony in the Tang Dynasty.

After all, the king of Tang established the enlightened rule, and he can be regarded as the most outstanding one among the several kings of the Tang state.

Diligent, benevolent, able to listen to good advice, and able to tell right from wrong, but now he is old and unable to do what he wants.

The prestige is also getting worse day by day.

Every time he forcibly suppresses some disharmony and restlessness, it has become "temper" and "cruel" in his mouth, but the king is ruthless!

It's just that Tang Wang is old now, which has become an excuse in his mouth.

Today, the Xiongnu mission is not kind.

Although under the banner of the alliance, he actually wants to marry his favorite princess and hunt for the resources and gold and silver of the Tang Kingdom.

Thoroughly prepare to stab Tang Guo with a knife.

But now, Tang Wang also understands that he can't get into a stalemate with the Huns now.

Above the imperial palace.

Shan Yu led a dozen Xiongnu envoys to pay homage to the hall. A dozen of them knelt down and saluted together, but Shan Yu stood upright.

"See His Majesty the King of Tang." Although Shan Yu did not visit and salute, he bowed slightly, but in the eyes of everyone, this was naked arrogance!

A gleam flashed in Tang Wang's eyes, he didn't care about these, nor did he use this as an excuse, but turned a blind eye.

The two sides exchanged courtesy.

"Your Majesty the Tang King, I, the Huns, have been friends with the Tang Kingdom for generations, and have paid tribute year after year. The alliance between the two countries is unbreakable." Prince Shanyu picked up some good arguments.

Tang Wang smiled without saying a word, and responded with a few hypocritical words.

"My country, the Tang Dynasty and the Xiongnu, is a brotherly alliance. It's good that Prince Shanyu knows."

"Your Majesty, now I have an unfeeling request. In order to deepen the alliance between the two countries, I want to marry the Ninth Princess. I hope Your Majesty will fulfill it."

Shan Yu didn't say much, just went straight to the point, very straightforward.

Although King Tang already knew what was going on in Prince Shanyu's mind, he was still a little surprised and angry when he heard it with his own ears.

Ninth Princess Li Yuqiong is her own daughter and the most beloved princess.

first timing.

Before the king of Tang could say anything, the courtiers took a step forward.

As a courtier, you should immediately understand what your master is thinking.

The courtiers present, as long as they are not fools, know what His Majesty on the dragon chair is thinking, and it is impossible to agree to this marriage alliance.

"Prince Shan Yu, the Nine Princesses are the most honorable princesses in my Tang Dynasty. They have been staying in Chang'an, studying Confucian etiquette and Taoist classics. I am afraid they are not suitable for marrying into the Xiongnu Dynasty."

"Who is the Ninth Princess, the No.1 daughter of Chang'an, how can she marry a barbarian?"

"..."

"Although you talk about an alliance, it is absolutely impossible to marry the ninth princess!"

"The Xiongnu barbarians, die of this heart!"

Many courtiers have been outspoken, because in their hearts they still think that the Tang Dynasty is extremely powerful, and the Xiongnu Dynasty can only offer sacrifices to them every year and surrender to the Tang Dynasty!
Since Prince Shanyu proposed it in the court hall, he naturally thought of this result and snorted.

"The adults are right. However, you can't underestimate me, the Huns. How about this? I have three questions. As long as you can answer them correctly, even if I am uncivilized and barbaric, I will marry the Ninth Princess."

As he said that, Prince Shanyu turned around and said, "If none of you can answer my three questions, please ask the king of Tang to promise me to marry the nine princesses. Tang and the Xiongnu will form an alliance for generations!"

Hearing this sentence, the courtiers immediately said something to each other.

"Hmph, three questions? So what if it's thirty questions?"

"Hunting barbarians and asking questions arrogantly? It's ridiculous."

"I have countless talented scholars and celebrities in the Tang Dynasty, and any one person can answer the three questions."

"..."

The courtiers were all self-confident and arrogant, and they didn't take Prince Shanyu seriously.

"His Majesty Tang, how are you?" Shan Yu took a step forward, clenched his fists and saluted, as if he was going to play another tactic.

"Sure!" King Tang squinted his eyes, looked at Prince Shanyu, and responded with one word!
"it is good!"

Prince Shan Yu immediately waved his hand and invited out Hu Yanwen, the most outstanding adviser in the Hun mission.

Hu Yanwen, who knows Datang, Chang'an, and Tang people best.

A question that I racked my brains for a whole night.

"It's said that poets come out of Tang, and talents come out of Chang'an. The first question is three couplets. Please, adults, make them up within a stick of incense. Please listen carefully." Prince Shan Yu took a piece of rice paper from Hu Yanwen. .

On it were three tricky couplets that Hu Yanwen came up with overnight!

The first couplet: An inch of land is a temple, and there is a poem beside the temple, which says: Send the monk back to the ancient temple tomorrow

The second pair: dry gossip, kun gossip, eight eight 64 hexagrams, hexagrams, Qiankun has been determined.

The third one, which looks the easiest, is actually the most difficult one.

Because this question is very simple, there are only seven numbers: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

The easiest, but also the hardest!

On the court.

Confucian officials, bachelors, civil servants, and generals.Although all of them are not educated and rich, they are talented.

But at this moment, he couldn't help showing a helpless expression on his face.

Because of couplets, writing poems, and reciting lyrics, these are relatively rare for courtiers.

Because of reciting poems and composing music, this originally flourished among folk literati, poets, gifted scholars and beauties.

However, scholars and Confucians are rarely involved. It is not easy to neatly match the couplets in such a short period of time.

Changsun Wuji, Elder Yan Ge, Wang Shi'an, scholars of various universities, great Confucian scholars... all of them turned pale.

Because this group of people is over half a century old, and they usually sort out confidential affairs in various parts of the Tang Dynasty and deal with emergencies... writing poems and lyrics, these people have already left.

On the contrary, it is the young gifted scholars and beauties, the literati who like to recite poems and fight against each other.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and a half of the time for a stick of incense had passed.

Tang Wang, who was on the dragon chair, also had an ugly face. He glanced at the thirty or forty courtiers and officials below him, and he couldn't help but feel a little angry.

All of them are five-rank officials, even great scholars, Confucian and Taoist masters...but they can't even answer the three couplets!

At this time, Wang Shi'an rolled his eyes, stepped forward, and said, "Your Majesty, I have a candidate to recommend."

When Tang Wang saw Wang Shi'an, he immediately scolded: "Hmph, you are not recommending my sixth son again, are you?"

"Your Majesty is wise." Wang Shi'an flattered him, and then silently withdrew.

But King Tang's face was cloudy and uncertain, he lowered his head and ordered: "Zhao Jin, go and call the sixth son over here."

"it is good."

Zhao Jin bowed her head in response, then trotted all the way back.

At this moment, most of the time has passed for a stick of incense.

(End of this chapter)