"In the first round of literary battle and strategy discussion, Wei Shuyu won!"
"Now begins the second round of the literary competition, poetry."
"Proposition..."
Wang De stood on the high platform and began to announce.
"What? I lost?"
Changsun Chong roared in disbelief.
He took two steps forward, pointed at Wang De and asked, "How can Wei Shuyu's straightforward article win over my theory on a strong military?"
Wang De frowned, slightly dissatisfied.
But Changsun Chong was the son of Changsun Wuji, so he still replied: "This is the judgment of the famous experts and His Majesty himself. Do you have any objection?"
"impossible!"
Changsun Chong still didn't want to believe it.
His strategy was personally taught by Changsun Wuji, how could he lose to Wei Shuyu?
"you……"
Just when he was about to say something, an unknown object appeared in the sky.
Whoosh, bang!
The perfect parabola passed through, and finally hit Changsun Chong on the head with perfect accuracy.
"What bastard hit me!"
Touching the sticky egg liquid, Changsun Chong became furious!
"Mom, I just want to hit the ground!"
Whoosh.
Cui Shenji ran away.
Due to leaks, Cui Shenji did not apply to go to war when the Imperial College army went out.
The friends were guarded by Cheng Yaojin's people, but he kept hanging around the martial arts stage.
"Cui Shenji!"
Changsun Chong roared and chased after him with red eyes.
Everything that happened in Wanhua Pavilion was vivid in his mind, all the old and new grudges were settled together, and the strategy was lost, which completely made him lose his mind.
boom.
However, before he could catch up a few steps, Wei Shuyu kicked him in the butt.
He fell down and ate shit.
"you wanna die!"
Looking at Wei Shuyu fiercely, Changsun Chong's face was filled with murderous intent.
"Why die? If you jump off the ring, you will be considered a loser. Why don't you compete?" Wei Shuyu said impatiently.
In the stands, seeing that the two were about to fight, Li Shimin rubbed his brows helplessly.
Especially the culprit Choi Shin-ki.
I don’t know how this guy developed his weird personality.
Seeing that their elders are as cowardly as mice, they are like a mountain king among the younger generation.
"Zhijie..." Li Shimin shouted.
Li Shimin didn't need to say anything, Cheng Yaojin immediately stepped forward to arrest him.
After Cui Shenji was caught, he was beaten again.
Then, like a lost duck, he was thrown into the 'captive' group of friends.
"It has to be a divine base. I really dare to smash it."
"God is strong and fearless."
"Shenji successfully completed the ambush!"
Listening to the praises of his friends, Cui Shenji raised his head proudly.
As for being beaten?
Won't you get used to it after a few more blows?
"Chong'er, don't mess around during the competition!"
Seeing Changsun Chong losing his mind, Changsun Wuji reprimanded him on the high platform.
After Changsun Chong calmed down completely, Wang Decai continued to tell...
"The second round of poems, the proposition: Inspire the morale of the military!"
"One stick of incense for a limited time only!"
What?
Wei Shuyu picked his ears, as if he thought he heard wrongly.
For this fight, he made up a lot of poems.
How many people have returned from the ancient battles, the people who have marched thousands of miles have not returned, and Loulan will not be returned until it is broken...
Each one of them is so good that they have no limits, will they lose?
He even forgot some passages, and he found a way to make them up on his own.
I thought I could win this game easily.
But what’s the point of inspiring military morale?
Is there such a poem?
What kind of literati would go to the army to boost the morale of the soldiers when they have nothing to eat?
If you talk about poetry with soldiers, will they understand you?
Yue Fei's Azolla is pretty good.
But it’s not suitable for Datang’s current background.
Jingkang is ashamed, but it’s still not over?
The humiliation of the Tang Dynasty was the Weishui Alliance, which had taken revenge a few years ago.
So what should I choose...
Who has never died since ancient times?
Bah, who are you cursing?
Are my talents destined to be useful?
Bah, who can you say is useless?
Why don't men bring Wu hook?
Bah, hey? It seems ok.
But Lingyan Pavilion only came out in the 17th year of Zhenguan, so it can’t be broken off...
Wei Shuyu's brows knitted together and his head was buzzing.
"What? You can't compose poetry anymore?"
On the side, seeing Wei Shuyu frowning, Changsun Chong laughed wantonly.
"You are just a blind cat who met a dead mouse and won the game by luck."
"How can a reckless man like you understand something as elegant as poetry?"
Changsun Chong, who was being bullied, began to chatter endlessly.
If you finally catch the opportunity, why don't you work hard to create it?
"hehe……"
Wei Shuyu sneered and stepped forward: "You are right about this."
"You...what are you doing?" Changsun Chong couldn't help but trembled in his heart and backed away warily.
"I'm a reckless man!"
Wei Shuyu raised his hand: "Then do you know what reckless people use to write poems?"
"The reckless man used his fists!"
boom.
Chang Sun rushed back two steps, his left eye swollen.
Mother.
What do we see?
The friends were all shocked.
Compared with his elder brother, Shen Ji is simply weak...
"The Imperial Army, march out!"
Uh-huh.
All the friends raised their arms and shouted: "Big brother is mighty, big brother is awesome!"
"How dare you take action in front of His Majesty?"
Changsun Chong covered his left eye and stared at Wei Shuyu in disbelief with his other eye.
"You are the one who was beaten. Wanhua Pavilion has been beaten and you haven't long remembered it. Let me educate you again."
Bang bang bang bang...
After saying that, Wei Shuyu banged his head repeatedly.
There was no mercy at all...
You can’t win by writing poetry.
If I beat you silly, won't I just win by lying down?
"Quick...stop Wei Shuyu!"
In the stands, Changsun Wuji became anxious and shouted quickly.
Cheng Yaojin looked up and made no move.
I am Lu Guogong, General Zuotunwei...
Over and over again, you really treat me as the little kid’s wet nurse, right?
"Know the truth..." Li Shimin ordered.
Yes, I am the wet nurse.
Cheng Yaojin went to the scene again and dragged the two of them away.
Changsun Chong burst into tears and runny nose.
He covered his head with one hand and his left eye with the other.
"Your Majesty, Wei Shuyu beat Chong'er wantonly, please make the decision for Chong'er."
Changsun Wuji started to attack again.
Li Shimin glanced at Wei Zheng, as if waiting for the latter to rant.
However, Wei Zheng remained motionless.
"Your Majesty, please make the decision for my son."
Seeing Li Shimin's delay in responding, Changsun Wuji urged him again.
"Wei Aiqing, don't you have anything to say?" Li Shimin coughed.
"Your Majesty, you can decide whatever you want... Shuyu is only eleven years old anyway." Wei Zheng said nonchalantly.
Eleven years old?
Only then did everyone realize that Wei Shuyu was younger than Changsun Chong.
However, due to Wei Shuyu's violent behavior in the past few days, they all ignored their age for a while.
"Auxiliary machine..." Li Shimin looked helplessly at Changsun Wuji.
"Your Majesty, I... I'm fine, let's continue fighting."
Changsun Wuji's face looked as ugly as if he had eaten bitter melon.
The Tang Dynasty established its country by force.
They cannot participate in fights between juniors.
Changsun Chong was beaten by a child younger than him. If he stepped forward, he would be looked down upon in the future.
Another point is that Li Shimin is the king of a country.
You want the emperor to convict a little brat?
I don’t know if he will be laughed to death by others, but one thing is certain, he will definitely be laughed to death by Wei Zheng!
