The competition had officially begun!
After the Turkic envoy bowed to Li Zhi and the Heaven Empress, he smiled." There will be three rounds of competition. We have long heard that the Great Tang is a land of etiquette and culture, and Confucius and the others are figures our Khagan respects. In order to show our respect for the Great Tang, our first round will be a competition of poetry!”
Boom!
As soon as he finished speaking.
All the people in Chang 'an were surprised. They were stunned for a moment before they laughed out loud.
In a competition of poetry, wasn't the Turks playing a big knife in front of Guan Yu?
"Compete in poetry? Do those barbarians who only know how to ride horses and drink goat's milk know what poetry is?!”
"Hahahaha! This is probably the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life. They want to laugh us to death so that they can inherit the land of our Great Tang.”
"Brother, you're wise! I admire you!"
"Who doesn't know that our Great Tang is the birthplace of poetry!”
"This Turkic is simply courting death!"
"We don't even need to send out the disciples of the aristocratic families. We can just pull a random person out from the streets and win. With such intelligence, you still want to marry our Tang princess! Pah!"
"It's a question whether the Turkic princes can read or not.”
"Hahaha…that makes sense!"
Everyone laughed, and the scions on the stage all looked at the Turks as if they were fools, victory in their grasp.
The rules of the Turkic side had truly left the Great Tang dumbfounded. The first round was actually a competition of poems!
This was the strength of the Great Tang.
The Turks didn't have any advantage in this aspect. This was simply a freebie.
The princes of the Great Tang all laughed, as if victory was already in their grasp.
Only Xue Shao frowned. He found that the Turkic prince was too calm, and the Turkic messenger had a faint smile on his face after explaining the rules of the competition.
Strange!
It was extremely strange!
The Turks were not stupid enough to give away points, so there was definitely something wrong with this competition!
Even if the Turkic prince had made preparations, he wouldn't have chosen to fight a strong opponent with the weak.
Xue Shao revealed a deep worry. This was the terrifying part of the Turks. They used their weakest point to defeat the enemy, causing the Tang Dynasty to always look down on the Turks, unaware that they were slowly growing.
Throughout history, the Turkic tribes of the steppe had never stopped fighting against the Central Plains, nor had they ever stopped building a vast steppe Khaganate.
They were waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity for the rise of the Turks. This was the time when Li Zhi would die and Wu Zetian would change dynasties, and the Great Tang would be in turmoil.
This gave the Turks a great opportunity.
Thus, a powerful Turkic Khaganate that could resist the Great Tang Empire truly rose on the steppe. For the next few decades, perhaps even a century, the war and peace between the Great Tang and the Turks would become the main theme of this era!
Although Xue Shao had relied on his identity as a transmigrator to think a lot more clearly, this did not mean that the people of the Great Tang all thought so. Many of the scions of the aristocratic families could no longer hold back and wanted to leave a good impression in front of the Emperor. Even if they could not become the Emperor's son-in-law, their future official path would naturally be much brighter.
"Haha, in that case, let me go first in this round.”
A fat man with big ears and a big belly walked to the center of the Vermilion Bird Stage, his face brimming with confidence. This man was Wu Chengsi, and he raised his head to ask the Turkic prince,"Is there any theme for the poem?"”
Although Wu Chengsi was a fool, he believed that he was better off than the Turks.
The Turkic prince looked at him contemptuously and calmly said,"As you wish, there are no restrictions."”
"Since that's the case, I'll show you my skills first.”
Wu Chengsi smiled. He raised his brush and pondered for a moment before writing down his poem.
Wu Chengsi put down his brush with a victorious smile, but before he could speak, the Turkic envoy said,"Ordinary poems without any signs of the world…fail!"”
The Turkic messenger acted like a judge and declared the poem unqualified.
Wu Chengsi, who was still smiling on the Vermilion Bird Stage, instantly fell. His poem had failed.
And the reason was that it didn't trigger any phenomenon!
This was truly a joke. How could it be so easy to use poetry to cause a phenomenon in heaven and earth? Only a great scholar who was filled with anger could do it.
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