Chapter 95 That was his move

Zhao Wujiang!

Zhao Wujiang!

It’s still Zhao Wujiang!

Everyone present was in an uproar when they heard Zhao Wujiang announcing the list of substitutes from the high platform.

"It's all him. Could it be that he has lost his mind and gone crazy? He went out alone to compete with the Western Turks in civil and military medicine?"

"I think he is a case of indiscriminate treatment!"

"It's hard to say this. Have you forgotten Mr. Zhao Wujiang's literary talent? I think it's perfect for him to fight in the literary field."

"Huh, that's just literary! Although he has great literary talents, what about martial arts? Is it a combination of civil and martial arts? What's more, there is also medicine, which is broad and profound. How can he compare with the Western Turks?"

"You are trying to make others' ambitions destroy your own prestige! Have you ever seen Mr. Zhao take action? You know that he is not good at martial arts, let alone medical skills?"

"Have you seen it? Why don't you tell me and listen!"

"Humph, I once heard that Mr. Zhao was assassinated by many fourth-level masters after hearing about the wedding banquet, but he was still safe!"

"Just open your mouth! Was that his hand?"

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The onlookers were talking to each other, and most of them were doubtful. There were also a few who admired Zhao Wujiang's courage, but they were not optimistic about Zhao Wujiang. Although he won two out of three games, even if Zhao Wujiang is brilliant in literature and art, he is still a good person in literature and art.

Winning, but where are Wu and Yi?

Seeing this, the Minister of Rites sighed inwardly, secretly thinking that Zhao Wujiang was too young, too energetic, and too confused.

I'm waiting for you to shoot yourself in the foot, waiting for you little bastard to make a fool of yourself! Li Yifu's eyes are cold.

It’s interesting. Ashina Li stared at Zhao Wujiang on the stage with a playful expression. He himself participated in two competitions with martial arts doctors, but this Zhao Wujiang actually dared to compete in three competitions.

He shook his head, feeling that he was just a clown trying to please others.

Ashina's greeting card on the side was full of excitement. Ever since he heard about Zhao Wujiang's deeds, he had always wanted to discuss poetry with Zhao Wujiang, and now he had found an opportunity.

Zhao Wujiang stood under the sky and looked around domineeringly. The crowd only had doubts, but no one dared to stand up and object.

Gradually, the discussion stopped.

Zhao Wujiang then continued: "Since everyone has no objections, the exchanges and discussions between the Tang Dynasty and the Western Turks have officially begun!"

Ashina, who was dressed in a simple and elegant Tang suit, came to the stage. He first politely greeted Zhao Wujiang with Tang Dynasty etiquette: "Brother Zhao, please give me your advice later!"

He stretched out his hand to avoid hitting the smiling person, Zhao Wujiang returned the favor.

"I have heard a little bit of the talent in Brother Zhao's poems even in Western Turks, especially the "Qing Ping Diao" that I admire the most.

It’s a blessing to be able to compete with Brother Zhao now!”

Ashina Greeting Card said with a warm face.

"You're welcome. If nothing happens, let's get started." Zhao Wujiang didn't want to talk too much nonsense.

Ashina's greeting card: "To be honest, I am also very good at composing poems. Now I will use my poems to compete with Brother Zhao to determine the outcome. I hope Brother Zhao can succeed."

"Are you sure?" Zhao Wujiang asked. The literary competition does not necessarily require writing poems. There are also questions on economics, art, literary strategy, etc., but Ashina Greeting Card actually chose to compete in poetry.

Ashina nodded: "OK, I hope Brother Zhao can go all out!"

Since you said that, I feel relieved. Zhao Wujiang looked indifferent and said, "I am a guest from afar. You choose the theme."

Ashina Greeting Card raised her head, full of temperament, and said loudly: "Since we are all scholars, let's write some poems to inform the scholars.

Whether the poem is good or bad is left to everyone present to comment."

He looked quite confident. Since Zhao Wujiang asked him to choose a theme, wasn't he giving away his life?

Zhao Wujiang nodded: "Let's get started."

Ashina greeting card nods.

Before the two of them could think about it, the next moment, Zhao Wujiang spoke directly:

"The lights are on at three o'clock and the chicken is on at five o'clock, which is when men are studying.

A person with black hair does not know how to study diligently early, but a person with gray hair regrets studying late."

The whole place was in an uproar, and the sounds of shock and disbelief were heard one after another. This has just begun. Hey, you, Zhao Wujiang, just blurted out a poem?

Ashina's greeting card stayed where she was, a little dazed.

Before everyone could react, Zhao Wujiang shook his head again and said loudly:

“Books should be read with pleasure and easy to finish, and guests will not come if they are welcome.

Every time things in the world go against each other like this, I wish I could live a hundred years again."

"The scholar in Bishan burned the silver fish, but the white horse walked to the deep rock dwelling.

The ancients have used it for three winters, and now they have opened more than ten thousand volumes at a young age.

The clear clouds cover the house, and the autumn water floats down the steps and breaks through the canal.

Wealth must come from hard work, and a man must read five cars of books."

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Wujiang had composed nine poems, and the guests in the hall were in an uproar at first, but now there is dead silence.

"Ashina's greeting card, it's your turn." He said calmly.

Ashina's mind went blank. He had studied the culture of the Tang Dynasty since he was a child, and he also had a very high level of poetic talent. He sang loudly along the way and never failed. But now, the Zhao Wujiang standing in front of him was like a savage beast.

, brutally destroying his pride.

What kind of monster is this? Ashina's lips trembled. It took him a long time to realize that Zhao Wujiang was calling him and asked him to start composing a poem. But what else could he do?

Are the best poems coming?

He also wanted to, but he couldn't do it.

Ashina bowed her head in greeting card, indicating that she would admit defeat.

"Wow!"

The girls in the audience were excited. During the imperial examination, they already admired Zhao Wujiang's talent and his handsome face. When everyone questioned him just now, many girls stood up to defend Zhao Wujiang.

He spoke, but his voice was weak.

Now that they saw Zhao Wujiang directly compose nine poems, crushing Ashina Greeting Card of the Western Turks fiercely and domineeringly, making him admit defeat without a fight, their hearts were beating wildly, and their eyes were filled with brilliance.

The others still can't believe it.

The Minister of Rites sat blankly, holding a tea cup in his hand. He didn't know that the tea had already poured out. He was inexplicably surprised. During the imperial examination, he had seen almost the same scene.

The corners of Li Yifu's eyes twitched, and he was terrified. Zhao Wujiang's brilliance of talent illuminated the entire audience, making him breathless and making him even more murderous.

Ashina Li's face was extremely ugly. Zhao Wujiang's appearance originally only disrupted his plan, but he didn't take it to heart much. Now that he saw Zhao Wujiang powerfully crush Ashina Greeting Card, who claimed to be a poet,

I had to re-examine Zhao Wujiang in my heart.

But he didn't panic much. Writing is Zhao Wujiang's strong point, but what about Wu and Yi? What are you going to fight with me for?

There were many people present who had the same idea.

Among those talented men and beauties, there were still many voices that were not optimistic about Zhao Wujiang, and they kept pouring cold water on the originally excited people of the Tang Dynasty.

"I have to admit that Mr. Zhao is indeed a master of literary talent in the Tang Dynasty, but now that there are martial arts and medicine, Mr. Zhao's chances of winning are slim."

"That's right, there are two other games. Everyone is happy too early."

"Putting aside the facts, isn't it because Naxi Turk's Ashina greeting cards are too weak?"

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Chapter completed!