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

Chapter 200 Lost
A sneeze.

In the bright and clear sky, warm as spring at noon, Li Xian still sneezed loudly.

Rubbing the tip of his nose, Li Xian sucked in the wings of his nose, squinting his eyes suspiciously at the sky.

"Where does the chill come from on this sunny day?"

Cheng Chumo grabbed the figure who was about to shrink back behind the wall, a hint of impatience floated on his face.

"Brother Li, hurry up and find a way!"

"Look, it's worth half a cup of tea. Fang Yi'ai stopped him from playing chess, and he walked around the stage twice. I'm afraid he can't do it!"

"We can't just lose like this, and lose the face of a big country."

The sun spread on his face again, Li Xian folded his arms and said a word casually.

"It's an old adage to make a big effort, then to decline, and to be exhausted three times."

"Wars are just like this game of chess. It's about momentum. If that kid Fang Yi'ai plays a procrastinating battle like grinding dough round and round, the outcome will be determined."

Seeing Cheng Chumo opened his mouth and wanted to urge him, Li Xian waved his hand to stop his words.

"Sit down, sit down, don't talk, look quickly."

On the red velvet floor, three people sat opposite each other under the sunlight.

Fang Yiai swung the hem of her skirt, sat down firmly, swept away her previous serious appearance, and put on a bright smile, with the confidence she had when she took the stage with her hands clasped.

"Your Excellency is determined to decide the winner, insisting on asking us to ask one side to come up with a question."

"That's all."

"Today, Fang will no longer give in. If you can meet Fang next to the couplet, Fang will throw himself on the ground and kneel down. If the envoy loses, Fang will have nothing else to ask but you to surrender How about the etiquette of admitting mistakes, fellow citizens?"

The Tubo envoy raised the corners of his mouth, waved his sleeves, and waved to Hu Ji behind the stage.

"The wooden plank on the high platform is solid. Take a thick velvet pad and place it beside Mr. Fang. If such a talented person bumps into each other, it will be a problem for our Tubo mission."

Hu Ji swung her graceful waist and pulled out a thick fur cushion from the chariot.

Following Yingying's figure, the wind chime made a clear ringing sound on the stage. The enchanting figure bent down, leaned close to Fang Yi'ai's ear, blew a breath towards the pinna, and said with a charming smile.

"Such a handsome man with delicate skin and tender flesh, don't knock yourself down."

"Otherwise, the slave family will feel distressed."

The big hand that was supporting the desk was clenched suddenly, and Fang Yi's heart suddenly burst into anger. He raised his head to meet those charming eyes, raised his eyebrows, and gritted his teeth secretly.

Bang!
The scholar next to him couldn't sit still any longer, so he slapped the desk and helped him stand up.

"Too deceiving!"

The Tubo envoy on the opposite side slowly lowered his palm towards the annoyed figure.

"You! Sit down, or hide behind this Mr. Fang."

"This blanket is not qualified to make you kneel."

wow.

The forbearing crowd could no longer bear such words, and waved their arms and pointed at the figure beside the desk.

"You barbarian, why are you so rude! Do you think you are great? You still have too little experience, Mr. Fang, don't be merciful."

"It's so audacious to insult our talents like this, you are a frog in a well, just wait for your own humiliation!"

"A barbarian is a barbarian after all, how can a vulgar person like you wear this Confucian robe? For the sake of our Great Tang face, Mr. Fang will win!"

Bang.

The big hand clenched its fist and slammed it against the window lattice, making a buzzing sound, and finally the ashes were flying in the sunlight.

Cheng Chumo gritted his teeth and said angrily.

"Damn it, this guy is actually a decent guy!"

"Previously, there was a lot of etiquette, and Yaun came here just to pretend, but this time it has revealed its true colors, and there is a smear of bad water in its bones."

Li Xian in front of the window frowned slightly, and there was a gleam of light in his gaze on the field, as if he had a little understanding of what the Tubo envoy had done.

Wasn't the entire unification of Tubo established through forbearance, hypocrisy and obedience?

Perhaps this rumored Tubo envoy was not just an ordinary wit, but a high-ranking official closely related to the Tubo regime.

Before he had time to think about it, the figure sitting quietly on the stage had already moved.

The insults around suddenly rose sharply, amidst the din, the Tubo envoy seemed to be enjoying himself, slightly closed his eyes, and stretched out his hand forward.

"Please."

Fang Yiai didn't hesitate anymore, and wrote quickly.

"Yan Yan Yan Yan Yan Yan Yan Yan Yan Yan, polyphonic upper couplet, hope your envoy compare."

When the simple words fell, the opposite party had already asked Hu Ji to mention the second couplet.

The steady voice turned back to the exit the moment the second couplet was mentioned.

"The fog covers the black house, and there is nothing in the fog."

"Mr. Fang, does this couplet meet your wishes?"

Fang Yi glanced at the second couplet and relaxed expression on the opposite side, his eyes were fixed, the cold arrogance in his heart reappeared, and he wrote the next couplet without saying a word.

"The upper eight bridges, the middle eight bridges, the lower eight bridges, and the three eight twenty-four bridges."

Before Hu Ji came to pick up the scrolls, Fang Yiai had already brought up the Shanglian to show it to the public.

"Digital Union, I hope..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by the figure opposite, and then the scroll with ink dripping down was picked up.

"Gold, four taels, silver, four taels, copper, four taels, four, three, one, twelve taels."

"Wei Jiuqing Shu Jiuqing Wu Jiuqing Sanjiu 27qing."

"Young master, don't mind, there are two pages in one book, and you can choose one at random!"

Sudden surprise in my heart, Fang Yiai no longer cared about writing, and spoke in pairs.

"Baita Street, Huang Blacksmith, making red furnace, burning black charcoal, emitting green smoke, flashing blue light, quenching purple iron, striking things from north to south."

"Young master, this song is good. It's all in order. Jinshan Temple, the sound of wooden fish, sending off the fire god, chanting water scriptures, laboring the land, busy all day, taking advantage of the bright moon, praying for heaven and earth to be round. ?”

"Seven ducks floating pond, count three pairs and one."

"A ruler fish leaps into the water, measuring nine inches and ten."

……

boom!
Fang Yiai's mind was blank, and her complexion was extremely pale.

Just now, he held his breath and read out several couplets in one breath, but the Tubo envoy seemed to follow the scroll again.

The more you think about it, the more frightened you become, and the more you test, the more frightened you become!

Taking a long breath, Fang Yiai glanced at the snow-white velvet from the corner of his vision, feeling that his throat was dry and dry, and a touch of despair pierced into his heart like ice.

The big hands on the desk trembled uncontrollably, and cold sweat was already covering her forehead at some point, Fang Yiai only felt the midday sun shining on her back, like needles pricking her, and she became restless.

Looking at the clean desk with empty eyes, motionless, his mind is already in a mess at the moment, how can he think about how to ask again!

From the bottom of his eyes, he stepped on a brown leather felt boot, and there was a sound hovering above his head.

"Young Master Fang? Young Master Fang?"

"The competition is not over yet, hurry up and ask questions."

The soft words came to the ear, and Fang Yiai, who was stupefied, woke up instantly, his face dripping with cold sweat, and an enlarged rough face was reflected in his eyes.

The grinning yellow teeth seemed to have turned into a big mouth that could swallow people, hanging above the head in horror.

Fang Yiai leaned back desperately, put both hands on the carpet on the ground, looked to stabilize the falling figure, wriggled her pale lips, and responded in astonishment.

"What... what's the problem?"

Under the disheveled beard, the big mouth suddenly opened, splashing saliva, and laughed out loud.

Straightening up, she glanced at Fang Yiai with her eyes, smiled for a moment, and then relaxed.

Crossing the stubby fingers, the figure sitting on the ground and swallowing, raised the corners of his mouth.

"The number one scribe in the Tang Dynasty?"

"That's it?"

(End of this chapter)