All Jin scribes are nervously waiting for the final result.
But when noon passed on the last day of February, the entire sky in Dajin became dark.
For a time, the whole country was in an uproar.
All the scribes raised their heads and looked at the sky, their eyes full of horror.
In their induction, the fate of the Jin Dynasty splintered at an accelerated pace, with a large part flowing to the countries in the east, and a small part being snatched away by the Qin State in the west.
With just one change in the Literary Saint List, Da Jin lost at least one-twentieth of its luck.
How could things change so fast!?
The scribes, who were already anxious because of the change in fortune, were completely panicked.
It turns out that although the changes in induced luck are potentially huge, there should still be a certain buffering time.
But this time the February Literary Saint List ended, all illusions were shattered instantly.
One-twentieth will be lost in one go. In other words, in another nineteen months, the fortune of the Jin Dynasty will completely disappear.
At that time, the Jin Dynasty will be equivalent to the destruction of the country in terms of national destiny!
All the scribes felt that there was an invisible heavenly sword hanging on Da Jin's neck.
If it continues to be defeated like this, in less than twenty months, maybe within ten months, more than half of Jin's luck will be lost, and Jin will be close to being destroyed.
The decline of the national destiny will not decline gently, but will be like an iceberg and avalanche, which will be unstoppable in the end.
On that day, a major earthquake occurred in Xichuan Prefecture and Shuchuan Prefecture in the west. Half of the two counties at the epicenter were destroyed in an instant. The surrounding areas were also severely damaged, causing hundreds of thousands of casualties.
Because of this disaster, the fortune of the two western provinces has accelerated.
A series of chain reactions are frightening, fearing that the two western provinces will collapse directly.
Beijing Imperial Palace,
Dugu Zhao walked out of the imperial study, covering hundreds of feet with each step, as ethereal as a fairy.
She doesn't wear any makeup, she has washed away all her beauty and looks plain, but she has her own graceful charm.
However, now she doesn't have the confidence she once had, and instead looks a little anxious.
Walk through the palace passage, go straight into Chengtian Gate, and stride into Chengtian Hall.
There are no decorations in Chengtian Hall, except for nineteen wells scattered throughout the hall, representing the nineteen palaces of the Jin Dynasty.
Dugu Zhao walked to one of the wells and looked at the ten-foot-long golden dragon swimming in the well. He frowned slightly and pursed the corners of his mouth.
This well carries the luck of Xichuan Mansion.
Now the luck dragon inside looks a little dim, the dragon scales on it are broken, and there seems to be traces of dragon blood flowing in the clear water.
Looking at the luck well in Shuchuan Prefecture, the dragon inside is also a little weaker and has lost its vitality.
"Just one month of being on the Literary Saint List has caused such consequences. How many times can I, the Great Jin, sustain the loss of luck?"
In the empty Chengtian Hall, Dugu Zhao sighed softly. In the past, she was so powerful that she overpowered the imperial court. As a woman, she was sitting in the imperial court. At this moment, she actually had a hint of weakness.
"What can I do?"
Dugu Zhao walked through these nineteen wells and looked at the luck dragons representing the nineteen prefectures of the Jin Dynasty.
Only the luck dragons in the three wells representing the three southern prefectures are the most active and have not been affected at all.
There was a trace of fatigue in her eyes.
After struggling to support Chao Gang for more than ten years, it seems that she may even ascend to the throne and become the only queen among the Six Kingdoms.
However, a list of literary saints that included all the fortunes of the world brought Dajin, which she had worked hard to manage for more than ten years, on the verge of collapse.
But she was helpless.
Under the pressure of huge foreign invaders, the Fourth Court and the First Prison have begun to join forces, and the court has become much more stable.
She also sent officials from the Southern Patrol Division who had made great achievements to go to various places to sort out internal affairs.
Everything we can do has been done!
As a result, it was defeated by poetry.
How ridiculous!
Dugu Zhao walked to the entrance of Chengtian Palace and looked deeper into the palace.
There, her nominal husband, the real emperor of the Jin Dynasty, had been sitting in that Ancestral Temple for more than ten years.
Even though Dajin is facing an unprecedented crisis, he remains indifferent!
Just for immortality, just for becoming an immortal.
Such an emperor...
Oh.
Dugu Zhao shook his head.
Who else can prevent such a defeat now?
A name came to her mind.
"Li Changan..."
"Where are you?"
When Dugu Zhao came, he took a step of hundreds of feet. When he returned, he seemed to have lost all his strength and just walked slowly towards the imperial study room step by step.
Wherever she passed, the palace maid and eunuch knelt on the ground, but she didn't seem to notice it.
The white brocade clothes dragged on the ground, stained with more and more dust.
…
In the Chengtian Hall, you can intuitively see the changes in the luck of the Nineteenth Palace.
The outside world cannot see it directly, but it can also feel the sudden change of the world.
After the sky and the earth darkened at noon, although it quickly returned to normal, the scribes could clearly feel the dissipation of luck.
Warriors can also sense changes in the aura of heaven and earth.
It seems like a huge mountain is pressing down on the hearts of all practitioners out of thin air, making people feel intense uneasiness.
Inside Bailu Academy,
The third-grade scholars who had been living in Wensheng Palace for a long time opened their eyes one after another.
There are thirty-three in total.
Each of them is sitting on a root system of Jianmu, feeding Jianmu back with themselves, and doing their best to maintain the root system of Jianmu.
"What happened?"
"Why did the luck between heaven and earth suddenly disappear so much!?"
They are White Deer Academy's last trump card. On ordinary days, they won't even move their eyes.
Jianmu represents the context of White Deer Academy and must not be lost.
And they are the last force to maintain Jianmu.
Can't move easily.
But now, due to the drastic changes in the luck of the Jin Dynasty, many people have woken up.
"Go ask Zhao Hongshan what happened outside?"
Zhao Hongshan, who was in charge of the academy, and twelve other third-level scholars had also gathered together.
"The influence of the Literary Saint List is far more terrifying than imagined."
"If we continue to lose like this, the Jin Dynasty will be destroyed. Will White Deer Academy still be around by then?"
An Shitang lost his cool.
After the Literary Saint List ended in February, the changes in fortune far exceeded previous expectations. Who can still sit still now?
The more powerful the scribe is, the more clearly he can sense the changes in luck, and the more aware he is of the seriousness of the problem.
"In February, we all submitted a poem and essay, but we still lost." Chen Xiangong looked worried, "March is about to start again, and this time I don't know if there will be a poem or essay to top it."
"It's difficult." Duke Wuxu shook his head, "The whole country recommended a poem, but it still failed to break into the top ten. It means the poem is not good enough."
"With the blessing of luck, it's okay to break into the literary saint list, but if you want to occupy a high position, you can only look at the quality of poetry itself."
"In February, the First Prison of the Fourth Academy mobilized thousands of scribes to take action, but it still had no great effect. In March, a poem may not suddenly appear."
Zhao Hongshan looked around and said, "No one could have imagined that the luck barrier between the six countries would disappear."
"My original path of spiritual practice actually influenced my poetry in the Jin Dynasty."
"The other five countries attach more importance to poetry than we do, so there is nothing to say if we lose."
"The most urgent task now is to seize the time to recommend poems and essays for the March challenge."
"In addition, I am worried that after the temptation in February, starting from March, the invasion of poetry from the other five countries will come."
"The Jin Dynasty on the Literary Saint List has lost its opportunity. They will definitely not sit idly by and ignore it."
"Based on past experience in fighting against the other three academies and one prison, it would be their best choice to invade the Wenchang Monuments in various places in the Jin Dynasty at this time."
"The Wen Sheng Bang plundered the luck at the top, and the Wenchang Monument was invaded at the bottom. With the combination of the two, most of the Jin Dynasty's luck will be plundered quickly in a short period of time."
"It is necessary to stop their intrusion into Dajin territory!"
As soon as these words came out, the breath of the great scholar and virtuous man present suddenly stopped.
Invading Wenchang steles in various places is very possible!
"Together with Songyue, Xiangshan, Wansong, and the Imperial College, we must deal with and prevent the invasion of Wenchang steles from various places."
"If it doesn't work, we have to use force to expel them."
Zhao Hongshan looked at An Shitang.
An Shitang nodded, his body aura surged, and he disappeared in the next moment.
"What if it is really unstoppable and develops to a stage that neither you nor I want to see?" Chen Xiangong asked.
Zhao Hongshan narrowed his eyes slightly, and the aura on his body suddenly became sharp and dangerous,
"Once the fortune is greatly improved, the loss will reach 50%."