"Seventeenth Prince, by allowing his subordinates to act like this, do you want to repeat what happened to the Northern Yan Emperor and Shang?"
"Vice Commander Qin!"
"Kill such a rebellious person!
Qin Qianling, the deputy commander of the Imperial Guard who was sent by Wang Po to support the situation, did not hesitate to draw his sword and pointed it at the vanguard of the Beiyan mission.
…
The forwards of the Beiyan mission instantly became paralyzed and looked at the extremely tough Su Hong.
It was unbelievable for a moment.
In the past nine cities in a row, every time the mission entered the city, they were not treated with respect and fear, and were welcomed into the city by the officials with nods and bows.
But when we arrived in the capital city of Daliang, where etiquette was the most important thing.
How could it be that in just two sentences, the weapons were turned against each other?
"When you are a guest, you must have the attitude of being a guest!"
"Everyone dismount! Disarm!"
"Otherwise, you will not be welcome in Jinling City!"
Su Hong gave another strong order.
Next to him, Deputy Commander Qin also gave an order, and the Imperial Guards all came out with their swords like dragons roaring!
Just when everyone was in a stalemate.
It seems that the city gate will be stained with blood in the next moment.
A voice came from the carriage in the middle of the Beiyan Mission: "Xiao Yu, do as this gentleman says."
"Yes, Your Highness."
The Beiyan forward received the order, glanced at Su Hong bitterly, led his men to dismount, and handed over their weapons.
"The weapons of the seventeenth prince's personal guards can be kept for safety."
Su Hong is methodical and well-founded in his advance and retreat.
"Play music to welcome the seventeenth prince and the Northern Yan envoy into the city!"
Before entering the city.
The curtain of the carriage where the Seventeenth Prince was sitting was lifted up, and he looked curiously at Su Hong, who was no longer tough at this moment, but had a gentle expression on his face.
It is said that the Daliang court was full of chaos.
But why could such a young and outstanding official be entrusted with the important task of reception and not fall behind at all in front of him?
The people were all dumbfounded at this moment.
Is this still the noodle court in their minds? It’s so tough!
What a cheer up!
The carriages and horses of the Beiyan envoy slowly advanced towards the imperial city.
In the Fengtian Palace.
Zhu Youde looked coldly at the various reactions of the ministers below.
"What should we do? There is no need to think about the martial arts competition. Daliang will definitely lose!"
"But Jinling City, a place where literary styles gather together, if the city's great scholars lose to a young Yan man, how can we hold our heads high in the future?"
"Still raising your head? If we lose in the fight, we will be nailed to the pillar of shame in history and will be infamy for thousands of years!"
When these ministers spoke, they all looked towards the direction of the dragon chair with vague dissatisfaction.
If it hadn't been for this foolish king who had killed Beiyan Emperor Shang before and now refused to agree to the trick of pretending to be sick, how could they have been in such an embarrassing situation!
Some ministers were frightened and uneasy.
Naturally, there are also ministers who are complacent and ambitious, and there will also be no shortage of ministers who imitate the emperor and look on with cold eyes, as if the matter has nothing to do with him.
"Your Majesty, the envoy from Beiyan has arrived!"
"Xuan!"
After entering the Fengtian Hall, the seventeenth prince took the lead and knelt down respectfully to the Nanliang Emperor, who was of the same age as him.
"Xiao Zhiwen, the seventeenth prince of Northern Yan, has met His Majesty Daliang."
Seeing the Beiyan delegation being so respectful.
The officials were surprised.
Many ministers were still in a daze.
Recalling the Beiyan emperor merchant who died in Fengtian Palace, I could not overlay my previous impression of Beiyan with the respectful Beiyan envoy in front of me.
"I heard that the Seventeenth Prince fought in nine cities and competed in literary and martial arts. It's so majestic!"
"Your Majesty has given you too much praise. Beiyan came here only for friendly exchanges and mutual promotion with Daliang. He has no intention of showing off his power."
Xiao Zhiwen is very humble.
There is no way, the man above is a foolish king who can kill people at the slightest disagreement. He doesn't want to die before he leaves the army!
"In that case, send the Beiyan delegation to rest."
"Open the palace gates in the afternoon and let the people into the imperial city. In the square in front of Fengtian Palace, I, Daliang, and Beiyan will have a good exchange!"
When the emperor said this, everyone was shocked.
"Your Majesty, this is not possible..."
He had no chance of winning in the first place, but he still let people in to take a look. Did the emperor want to embarrass himself so that the whole world would know?
After hearing this, the seventeenth prince Xiao Zhiwen was ecstatic.
What a wonderful move the Emperor of Nanliang made!
When he single-handedly slaps a big Liang man in the face in front of everyone in the world, his reputation will surely rise when he returns home!
He will definitely be able to seize the Northern Yan throne and add another huge bargaining chip!
If one day he comes to the capital of Nanliang again, he will definitely spare the life of the Nanliang Emperor who comes out of the city to kneel down to greet him for today's sake.
He thinks so far ahead!
The bright sun is high and the imperial city is wide open.
Countless people from Daliang, as well as many foreigners, all came to the square in front of Fengtian Palace.
The real owner hasn't arrived yet.
Everyone was discussing it non-stop.
"Is this foolish king of Nanliang crazy? He knows he won't win, but he still lets us in to see, because he is afraid that the scandal of Daliang will not spread quickly enough?
"I told you before, you have no brains! We just want to have fun."
"Who said that I, Daliang, can't win? I can't compete in a martial arts competition, but Jinling has outstanding people and we will definitely not lose in a battle!"
"Haha, you are deceiving yourself and others!"
The onlookers started to quarrel.
It didn't take long.
The bells and drums are ringing.
In the center of the square, the emperor, civil and military officials, and nearly twenty scholars were seated opposite the Northern Yan envoy.
Su Hong walked to the middle.
Announce loudly.
"At the request of the Seventeenth Prince of Northern Yan, and with the permission of His Majesty, my Majesty the Liang Dynasty, let's start with the battle of prose, regardless of poetry, but only on the erudition of the classics and meanings... Until one party is asked and becomes speechless, the winner or loser will be determined."
The seventeenth prince of Northern Yan sits alone in the middle.
Look towards Nanliang.
"Fellow Southern Liang scholars, I read the previous dynasty's "Annotations to Zhu Xi: Chapters and Sentences of the Doctrine of the Mean" and there is something I can't understand..."
"I have been taught, it is your turn to ask questions."
"In an article in Shangshu's "Wu Yi", King Wen humbled himself and said that Kang Gong Tian Gong..."
The seventeenth prince of Northern Yan, at the age of twenty, spoke eloquently to nearly twenty of the top white-haired scholars in the Liang Dynasty.
Not falling behind at all!
Although the two sides have been going back and forth, everyone knows in their hearts that unless the seventeenth prince of Beiyan can really be brought down, Daliang has actually lost.
"One person can conquer Nanliang!"
"The seventeenth prince of Northern Yan is a dragon and a phoenix among men, and he is worthy of his literary name!"
The sun gradually rises to its highest point.
It is clear that the autumn sun is not hot.
The white-haired scholars drank water from time to time to wipe their sweat.
On the other hand, the seventeenth prince of Northern Yan stood there with his hands behind his back, the clouds were clear and the wind was gentle, and the wind was bright and the moon was bright.
"Everyone, I have a most basic question, and I would like to ask the great scholars to answer it."
"I wonder if you guys know how many ways to write the word 'Hui'?"
Zhu Youde, who had been drowsy after hearing this, suddenly heard this, and Kong Yiji, who even missed out on compulsory education, must have known about it.
Suddenly his eyes opened.
I can do this too.
If you say this, I won’t be sleepy anymore!
"The Seventeenth Prince is really knowledgeable. At such a young age, he actually studies rare characters."
"You guys are overly complimentary, please clarify your doubts."
A white-haired scholar stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Get a pen and paper!"
He is most familiar with this. If Beiyan wants to win against Daliang in this, he is really overthinking it!
"Hui, there are six ways to write it! The first one is between. The second one... The sixth one comes from "Historical Records: Biography of Zou Yang", Jiong."
"I saw the surprised expressions on the seventeenth prince's face twice. Could it be that Jing is so stupid that he doesn't know whether he is the fifth or the sixth?"
"Young man, it's your turn to ask."
Seeing that the seventeenth prince of Northern Yan was so impressed, everyone from Liang to foreigners sighed that Jinling was a place of outstanding people and truly worthy of being a gathering place for literary styles!
Only Zhu Youde.
One look at this old guy, he actually has the nerve to be proud of himself.