At this moment, the Turkic prince finally bared his fangs. Looking at the ugly expressions of the other princes of the Great Tang, he chuckled and said,"Before I came, I learned that the best poet among the princes of the Great Tang is Xue Yao, the son of Xue Yuanchao, the Great Scholar of the world." Then, Young Master Xue Yao. Please make your move. We'll wait and see!”
As for the other young masters, they were completely ignored by the Turkic prince. It had to be said that he was extremely arrogant.
The Turks already felt that they had won this round!
"Young Master Xue Yao. He wanted to teach these ignorant Turks a lesson and let them know what poetry was!”
"Yes!"
"Young Master Xue Yao!"
"Young Master Xue Yao!"
Chang 'an Fortress was shouting loudly!
Almost everyone on the Vermilion Bird Stage looked at Xue Yao with anticipation.
It was the first time Xue Yao realized how torturous it was to be the center of attention. The way everyone looked at him made him feel extremely horrified.
All of them had high hopes for him.
However, he knew Xue Yao's own capabilities. Even if he was the son of Wen Zong, he could not write a poem that could cause a phenomenon in heaven and earth!
He looked at a middle-aged man in a Confucian robe among the ministers. That was his father, Xue Yuanchao. He wanted to ask for help, but Xue Yuanchao closed his eyes.
The Turkic prince once again added pressure and arrogantly said,"If Young Master Xue Yao can't do it, you can just admit defeat."”
The moment these words were said, it caused everyone to be furious!
"Bullshit!"
"What do you mean by admitting defeat? The people of the Great Tang never admit defeat or surrender!”
"How dare a little Turk speak so arrogantly? If you come out of Chang 'an, I will beat you until you spit out feces.”
"Young Master Xue Yao, quickly write a poem to suppress them!”
Xue Yao had long lost his fighting spirit. Everyone's expectant gazes were like a tall mountain pressing on his body, only speeding up his collapse.
Xue Shao's eyes revealed a fierce light. The Turks were indeed ambitious and had probably planned this for a long time.
If these young masters of the Great Tang were asked to write poems about romance or to cultivate one's sentiments, they would all be experts.
However, how could romantic poems compare to majestic frontier fortress poems?
Moreover, the sons of the Tang Empire who had never seen war and lived a comfortable life would not be able to write this. Those sons who were born in military families, although they had been influenced and seen the battlefield, were still useless.
In the world of the Great Tang, there was still the concept of luck.
Taizong Li Shimin had killed Li Jiancheng during the mutiny at Xuanwu Sect and robbed him of his Imperial Fate. Only then did he transform from a python into a dragon and become the Emperor of the Great Tang.
The Turks had used a poem to suppress the fortunes of all the young and most outstanding young masters of the Great Tang. This could be said to have ruined the Great Tang's fortunes for decades to come. It had to be said that they were extremely ambitious.
Xue Yao finally closed his eyes and said," I…"
Xue Shao knew that he couldn't wait any longer. Xue Yao was going to admit defeat. Li Zhi and Xue Yuanchao both opened their eyes, ready to wait until Xue Yao said the word 'surrender'. Xue Yuanchao would not hesitate even if he had to break the rules, because this concerned the Great Tang.
Xue Shao's eyes lit up. This was his final opportunity to make a move.
"There's no need for my brother to deal with you. Xue Shao of the east of the river asks the Turkic prince for advice!”Xue Shao said calmly as he stepped forward.
So outstanding!
So eye-catching!
Xue Yao was shocked, the Turks were shocked, and Emperor Li Zhi was even more shocked.
The people of Chang 'an were also shocked. Everyone was wondering who this peerless handsome man was.
Suddenly, someone exclaimed," Could it be the extremely romantic Lantian Young Master Xue Shao?”
"What is it? Master Lan Tian is in Chang 'an?" A woman exclaimed.
All the women shouted," Langjun, I've waited so long for you! Langjun is so handsome!"
"I want to give birth to little Xue Shao for you!"
Young Master Lan Tian was the dream lover of all women in the Tang Dynasty!
"What's the use of being good-looking? Was this a poetry competition? It's not about looks!" A man said sourly.
"That's right, that's right. I'm afraid I can only write some romantic poems! Not presentable!"
"We don't care! He was a good man, at least stronger than those cowards above!”All the women shouted!
A man would be rendered speechless by a woman. There would be brainless fans in every era.
Of course, Xue Shao did not know what the people of Chang 'an thought. If he knew, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood. It turned out that no one had confidence in him.
But Xue Shao was full of confidence. This daddy could casually take a poem and cause a heaven and earth phenomenon.
The Turks were also discussing in hushed voices. Clearly, they had not understood Xue Shao before. After a moment, the Turkic messenger said,"Since Young Master Xue Shao wants to compose a poem, then please!"”
They had just discussed for a while and felt that Xue Shao posed no threat, so they spoke.
Xue Shao closed his eyes.
"Brush, ink, paper, inkstone!"
On the Vermillion Bird Stage, someone quickly took it over.
Xue Shao's eyes opened like a dragon's eyes, and purple lightning flashed in his eyes.
The brush in his hand fell like a falling star and landed heavily on the Xuan paper.
This stroke was extremely heavy. The ink seeped through the Xuan paper and into the jade table.
As this point fell, Xue Shao felt as if he had touched an incomparably wondrous realm and domain in the unseen world. The aura all over his body changed.
If the Xue Shao from before looked like a handsome young master of a chaotic world, then at this moment, his entire body was already emitting a dense domineering and dignified aura, as if a Nine Heavens Immortal Emperor had descended into the world, looking down on the eight desolates and six directions, and he was the only one who reigned supreme!
His brush moved like a dancing dragon and snake, sweeping across the sky and earth. It was also like an immortal sword in the depths of the white clouds, breaking through the clouds.
"Qin!"
Bang! With just one word, purple qi came from the east and entered the brush. The brush was instantly shattered.
the brush shattered, and the Confucian scholars were shocked.
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