The Great Tang: World Martial God

The irritating crowds squeezed forward, and the shame of the country had already dazzled everyone's minds.

Looking at this posture, there is a strong feeling that the Tubo prince will be violently beaten and plowed to relieve his qi.

But the public outrage has returned to the people, and people in government offices like Jin Wuwei can still see the stakes clearly.

Even though the prince of Tubo was so abominable, to the point where Dao Xiao hadn't made his debut.

What's more, the North Border of Datang is already chaotic enough now, and Chang'an definitely can't make any problems at this time.

Jinwuwei, who took the responsibility of maintaining the order of the imperial city as his own responsibility, stood in front of the crowd with a halberd, struggling to block everyone's progress.

The people's anger has risen, and it has gradually become fierce and turbulent, and there are even signs that Jinwuwei can't support it.

Lu Anzan, who was sitting in the forefront of the world's son, moved slightly on his face.

Unexpectedly, the people of Datang were so tough.

If the trouble goes on, the four of them present will definitely not get any benefit.

Lu Anzan gave a light cough, met the prince of Tubo's gaze, and signaled to him secretly.

The prince of Tubo understood his mind, raised his hands and said loudly.

"Dang, a state of courtesy, is this the courtesy of hospitality?"

The vigorous, strong voice is particularly conspicuous in these verbal abuses.

Everyone in Datang who had been in the wrong place gradually calmed down.

Looking at the people of Datang who calmed down, the prince of Tubo suddenly turned around, pointed at Li Hui Yigan, and sneered.

"This is the so-called Datang Jiaozi? From my point of view, it's just a group of literati dancing in the name of literati."

After that, the prince of Tubo brushed his sleeves, stood with his hands up, and raised his head. He glanced at Li Hui disdainfully and said loudly.

"Datang scribes, that's all there is to it!"

"It's really boring, Datang, no rivals!"

In the end, the prince of Tubo slowly walked out of the field.

The three Tubo envoys sitting in the field looked arrogant, and also pretended to raise their heads, following the Tubo prince swaggeringly.

When he reached the edge of the venue, the prince of Tubo stopped and stepped on the knee-high colored flag.

Amidst the crackling sound, the voice of the prince of Tubo came again.

"Tomorrow's martial arts test, I will still be here, waiting for all the Tang warriors to come and challenge!"

"Also, Li Gongzi, I advise you to ask the horse husband more when you return home today, how to lead the horse."

The voice was not loud, but it reached Li Hui's ears.

Involuntarily, Li Hui's figure shook, his hands clenched again angrily, his nails were deeply embedded in his palms, and a hint of redness was faintly oozing out.

Li Hui seemed to be totally ignorant, staring at the leaving figure with bloodshot eyes.

Shame, anger, shame...

Thousands of ants got in my heart, gnawing at my last bit of self-esteem.

With the departure of the Tubo prince, the whole venue became quiet again.

A cloud completely covered the scorching sun, and the sky was also gloomy at this moment.

A soft sigh of disappointment faintly spread from the crowd. A mosquito-like voice drifted by quietly.

"You can't even tell a couplet, is this the son of Datang?"

Although the sound was small, it fell in the ears of the literati present, but it was like thunder.

Shame wrapped everyone up again.

"Hey! It's really disappointing, the skills are not as good as others, this time we really lost our face."

After someone dropped this sentence, they left amidst the sound of rustling away footsteps.

"Unexpectedly, I would be compared by a foreigner!"

"We Datang, the literati sons were so unbearable, they lost to a barbarian!"

"It's also a poem composition, is the gap so big? It's incredible!"

With a word of you and a word of me, everyone around me whispered to the worldly children present.

These intangible words are like a relentless whip, falling in Li Hui's ear every word, and beating every word in his heart.

A pair of big hands gently supported his shoulders.

Fang Yiai's voice came faintly.

"Prince Li, you don't have to blame yourself...there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world."

"At the moment, the most important thing is to quickly pair out this second couplet, and take off the couplet first."

Li Hui, who was arrogant and used to it, was close to the edge of collapse.

Since he was arrogant and always sought after by everyone, when has he suffered such humiliation?

Today's literary examination almost pushed his aloft son into a bottomless abyss.

Looking at the servants in the house stupidly, they came with bamboo poles.

He leaned back in his chair dejectedly, staring at the birds passing by in the sky without a god.

The literary test has been completed.

Listen to the sound of sighing in the ear, and the sound of sparse footsteps leaving.

Li Hui slowly closed his eyes.

In my mind, a voice lingered.

Da Tang Shizi, is it really that bad?

Among the gradually dispersing crowd, a person stood on the spot, looking at the scrolls hung in the house with great reluctance, his eyes were distressed.

The sons of the literati of the Tang Dynasty lost!

The breeze blew, and the white and black characters swayed wantonly with the autumn breeze.

The appearance of its teeth and claws is very much like the Tubo mission that has returned from victory today.

Recording the last word of ‘War’, the man sighed heavily, turned on his horse, and headed straight to the Changsun’s Mansion.