Chapter 71 Changsun Chong Gets Beaten Up
"In the first round of the literary contest, the policy debate, Wei Shuyu wins!"
"Now we begin the second round of the literary contest: poetry."
"Proposition..."
Wang De stood on the high platform and began to announce.
"What? I lost?"
Changsun Chong roared in disbelief.
He stepped forward, pointed at Wang De, and questioned, "How could Wei Shuyu's straightforward writing possibly win against my theory of strengthening the military?"
Wang De frowned, looking slightly dissatisfied.
But Changsun Chong, being Changsun Wuji's son, still replied, "This was determined by renowned scholars and His Majesty himself. Do you have any objections?"
"impossible!"
Changsun Chong still refused to believe it.
His strategies were personally taught by Changsun Wuji, how could he possibly lose to Wei Shuyu?
"you……"
Just as I was about to say something, an unidentified object appeared in the sky.
Whoosh, bang!
It traced a perfect parabola before striking Changsun Chong squarely on the forehead.
"Which bastard threw this at me?!"
Touching the sticky egg liquid, Changsun Chong flew into a rage!
"Oh my god, I just want to smash the ground!"
Swoosh.
Choi Shin-ki took off running.
Because of his lisp, Cui Shenji did not apply to join the army of the Imperial Academy when they set out on their campaign.
While his companions were being guarded by Cheng Yaojin's men, he continued to loiter near the martial arts arena.
"Choi Shin-ki!"
Changsun Chong roared and chased after him with bloodshot eyes.
Everything about Wanhua Pavilion was still vivid in his mind. He settled old and new grudges together, and the loss in the strategy debate completely drove him to lose his mind.
Bang.
However, before he could chase after him for more than a few steps, Wei Shuyu kicked him in the buttocks.
He fell flat on his face.
"You're asking for it!"
Changsun Chong suddenly looked at Wei Shuyu, his face full of murderous intent.
"What do you mean 'die'? Jumping off the stage means you've lost. Do you still want to fight?" Wei Shuyu said impatiently.
On the stands, seeing that the two were about to fight, Li Shimin helplessly rubbed his temples.
Especially the culprit, Choi Shin-ki.
I have no idea how this guy developed such a bizarre personality.
They cower like rats when they see their elders, but act like mountain kings among the younger generation.
"Zhijie..." Li Shimin called out.
Without Li Shimin needing to say anything more, Cheng Yaojin immediately stepped forward to arrest the person.
After being caught, Choi Shin-ki received another severe beating.
Then, like a lost duck, it was thrown into the 'captive' group of friends.
"It has to be a divine foundation, they really dare to smash it."
"God's head is iron, and he is fearless."
"Godbase has successfully completed its ambush operation!"
Hearing his friends' praise, Choi Shin-ki raised his head proudly.
As for getting beaten up?
You'll get used to it after a few times, won't you?
"Chong'er, stop fooling around during the fight!"
Seeing that Changsun Chong had lost his temper, Changsun Wuji reprimanded him from the high platform.
After Changsun Chong had completely calmed down, Wang Decai continued his story...
"The second round of poetry recitation, with the theme: Boosting morale!"
"One stick of incense for a limited time!"
What?
Wei Shuyu picked at his ear, as if he thought he had misheard.
He had thoroughly studied poetry in preparation for this martial arts contest.
How many have returned from ancient battles? The long march of ten thousand miles has ended, and no one has come back. We will not return until Lou Lan is conquered…
They're all so incredibly talented, how could they possibly lose?
He even found a way to fill in the missing parts himself.
I thought I could easily win this game.
But what's this about boosting morale?
Are there poems like this?
Which scholar or writer, with nothing better to do than go to the army and boost the morale of the soldiers?
If you talk to soldiers about poetry, will they understand?
Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong" is quite good.
But it's not suitable for the current context of the Tang Dynasty either.
The shame of Jingkang has yet to be avenged.
The humiliation of the Tang Dynasty was the Wei River Alliance, and revenge was taken several years ago.
So what should I choose...?
Since ancient times, who has ever escaped death?
Pah! Who are you cursing?
Everyone has their own unique talents and abilities.
Pshaw, who are you calling useless?
Why shouldn't a man carry a Wu hook?
Pshaw, huh? It seems like it could work.
However, the Lingyan Pavilion wasn't established until the seventeenth year of the Zhenguan era, so it's hard to justify...
Wei Shuyu's brows furrowed, and his head was buzzing.
"What? You can't write poetry anymore?"
Seeing Wei Shuyu's worried expression, Changsun Chong laughed heartily.
"You only won by sheer luck, like a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse."
"How could a brute like you possibly understand something as refined as poetry?"
Having suffered so much oppression, Changsun Chong began to mutter incessantly.
Having finally caught the opportunity, shouldn't we go all out and make the most of it?
"hehe……"
Wei Shuyu stepped forward with a sneer: "You're right about that."
"What...what are you doing?" Changsun Chong's heart skipped a beat, and he retreated warily.
"I'm a brute!"
Wei Shuyu raised his hand: "Then do you know what a brute uses to write poetry?"
"A brute uses his fists!"
Bang.
Changsun Chong took two steps back, his left eye swollen.
Oh, Mother.
What did we see?
Everyone was stunned.
Compared to his older brother, Shinki is utterly pathetic...
"The Imperial Academy army, march forth!"
Swish.
All the friends raised their arms and shouted: "Big Brother is awesome! Big Brother is amazing!"
"You dare to lay a hand on His Majesty?"
Changsun Chong covered his left eye, staring at Wei Shuyu in disbelief with his other eye.
"That's exactly what I'm going to do. You didn't learn your lesson after Wan Hua Ge got beaten up. I'll teach you a lesson again."
Snap snap snap snap...
After saying that, Wei Shuyu tapped his head repeatedly.
They showed absolutely no mercy when they attacked...
You can't win by writing poetry.
If I beat you senseless, wouldn't I just win without even realizing it?
"Quickly...stop Wei Shuyu!"
On the stands, Changsun Wuji became anxious and shouted.
Cheng Yaojin looked up but made no move.
I am the Duke of Lu, the Grand General of the Left Guard...
Do you really think I'm a baby's wet nurse?
"Zhijie..." Li Shimin gave the order.
Okay, so I'm the wet nurse.
Cheng Yaojin then personally intervened and pulled the two apart.
Changsun Chong was crying and sniffling.
He covered his head with one hand and his left eye with the other.
"Your Majesty, Wei Shuyu has wantonly beaten Chong'er. Please, Your Majesty, do justice for Chong'er."
Changsun Wuji launched another attack.
Li Shimin glanced at Wei Zheng, as if waiting for the latter to start criticizing him.
However, Wei Zheng remained completely still.
"Your Majesty, please do justice for my son!"
Seeing that Li Shimin did not respond for a long time, Changsun Wuji urged him again.
"Minister Wei, don't you have anything to say?" Li Shimin coughed.
“Your Majesty, you can sentence him however you like… Shuyu is only eleven years old anyway,” Wei Zheng said indifferently.
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 temporarily forgot about their age.
“Auxiliary machine…” Li Shimin looked helplessly at Changsun Wuji.
"Your Majesty, I...I am fine. Let's continue the duel."
Changsun Wuji's face looked as if he had eaten a bitter melon.
The Tang Dynasty was founded on military strength.
They cannot participate in fights between younger generations.
If Changsun Chong is beaten by a child younger than himself and is asked to stand up for him, he will be looked down upon in the future.
Another point is that Li Shimin was the emperor of a country.
You want the emperor to convict a little brat?
Whether he'll be laughed at to death is unknown, but one thing is certain: he'll definitely be roasted to death by Wei Zheng!
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