Although he failed in the February Literary Saint List, everyone's heart could not help but be cast by a dark cloud.
But now the outcome is uncertain, and many people still have a glimmer of hope.
Maybe someone on the March Literary Saint List can soar to the sky, and they can also crush their opponents in the Six Nations Poetry Conference.
Today is already the third day of March, the first day of the Six Nations Poetry Festival, but the Literary Saint List has already started its third day.
Among the top ten, Da Jin occupies one seat, ranking ninth.
This gave many people confidence.
From the beginning to the end of February, no one in Dajin could break into the top ten. Starting from March, it might be a good sign to break into the ninth place.
The Literary Saint List has made a pretty good start, and the Six Nations Poetry Festival, which started on the third day of March, naturally attracted a large number of people to watch the ceremony.
In today's capital, scribes can be seen walking around everywhere.
The students from the First Supervisor of the Fourth Academy, dressed in Confucian robes, walked together to the palace.
Many people also followed and walked to Yong'an Gate.
The location of the Six Nations Poetry Festival is on Yong'an Square inside Yong'an Gate.
It belongs to the outer city of the imperial city and covers an extremely large area, enough to accommodate 70,000 people without being crowded.
Only scribes who participated in the poetry meeting could enter.
The rest of the people will be stopped outside Yong'an Gate. Although they cannot enter, they can stand on tiptoe from a distance and look inside, and maybe they can catch a glimpse of some of the people participating in the poetry meeting.
Outside Yong'an Gate, because of this poetry meeting, many small traders and vendors struggled to occupy a small space, and business was much better than usual.
"Candied haws on a haws... The fruit candied haws on a stick, sour and sweet. If it's not delicious, it doesn't cost any money!"
There were several vendors walking among the crowd carrying a large bunch of candied haws on their backs, shouting, and paying attention to the people passing by from time to time.
"Watch your steps, brother, don't push in, I'll burn you carefully... Malatang is sold here, it's fragrant and delicious..."
There were also a few pushing carts and setting up a small stall, selling spicy hotpot, with very nimble hands and feet.
Several students from White Deer Academy passed through the crowd and finally squeezed into Yong'an Gate, and then they breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh, let me go, they almost squeezed me to death. There are too many people today." One of the young men in green clothes said, straightening his wrinkled clothes.
"It would be nice to have more people. Maybe a few great poets and writers with astonishing talents will emerge. Then we will have hope." Another young man wearing a yellow Confucian shirt said.
"Don't forget, we have several top Wenzongs who want to take action this time. There is definitely hope."
The young man wearing a navy blue gown to the left of the young man in yellow shirt said,
"The Six Nations Poetry Society has six lists. We, the top literary masters, will definitely be able to find a list that we are good at."
"Yes, that is the top Wen Zong. If you don't take action, it will be enough. Once you take action, it will definitely shake the world and overwhelm the others."
Several people were talking quite excitedly.
Although the Jin Dynasty was defeated in February, several top literary sects did not take action. Now at the Six Nations Poetry Conference, these poetry masters finally decided to take action, which will definitely bring a new atmosphere to the Jin Dynasty.
"This month, all fourth- and fifth-grade scribes have been forcibly drafted out of seclusion, and the academy has issued a death order. We should not have any problems in March."
The White Deer Academy, Songyue, Wansong, Xiangshan, and the Imperial College are all mobilizing all scribes and doing their best to strive for success in March.
March must not be defeated!
Today, what occupies the ninth position on the list of literary saints is the poetry written by a top literary sect.
The song "Long Night Thoughts" is exquisite in every word, concise and sincere. It deserves to be ranked ninth and has the opportunity to continue to rise.
The horn of counterattack has been sounded, and it’s time for the Six Nations Poetry Club to win the second battlefield.
"This time our Jin Kingdom will focus on the 'water' list. After the court meeting yesterday, you and I got the news in advance and must have made preparations."
In the Changqing Hall behind Yong'an Square, the top Wen Zong who were preparing to take action in March gathered together to discuss the strategy for the ground.
"We are not afraid that if our poems and prose come together, they will be piled to death. As long as we can suppress the people from the other five countries, we will leave the rest alone for the time being."
"As for the other five lists, has anyone taken action?"
An old man with a long beard looked at the other seven people.
"I'll focus on the 'Snow' list."
"I will come to the 'Shan' list."
"Some time ago, I happened to compose a poem related to dreams, and I spent more than two months crafting it..."
At this time, the eight top Wen Zong put aside their previous differences and worked together to confront the enemy.
"In this Six Nations Poetry Contest, we have a very heavy responsibility and we must not make any mistakes."
"I hope that the scribes from all over the country who come to participate in the poetry meeting will be able to produce a few good poems."
"There is always a flash of inspiration..."
The Six Nations Poetry Festival lasted for fifteen days. Scholars from all over the country who participated in the Poetry Festival would all board the Yunxia Treasure Ship in the county.
There is more than enough time.
Today, the battle is mainly between the scribes in the capital. In a few days, scribes from other places participating in the poetry meeting will arrive and take part in the battle.
This is a war without gunpowder, but equally cruel.
The bet alone is the luck of the six mansions!
Although it was not a head-on fight, the brutality was not any less brutal.
The luck in Qi Luck Lingbao is to collect the luck of the entire country, and the total amount is equivalent to the luck of a government.
If they were all concentrated in one government.
Once it fails, all the luck of the place will collapse, and a large-scale disaster will definitely break out in the local area, with countless casualties and casualties.
This mansion is equivalent to a semi-fallen state.
Can't lose, and don't dare to lose.
At three quarters of the hour, the bell rang over the capital.
The Six Nations Poetry Festival officially begins.
Some scribes began to write their poems and essays in a literary style on the golden list hanging in Yong'an Square.
As long as you write it on it, the poem will appear on the shadow of the golden scroll in the sky.
Ranking high and low, the luck gained is clear at a glance.
A poem soared into the sky, landed on the golden scroll, turned into stars, and rushed to the top of the scroll.
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At this time, the envoy teams from the remaining five countries did not take action directly.
The number of envoys from each country ranges from thirty to fifteen.
As soon as the situation of February Literary Saint List comes out, it will be clear who is strong and who is weak.
The weakness of the Jin State was fully exposed, and they naturally would not give up such an opportunity, so they came up with the Six Nations Poetry Society to jointly exert pressure this time.
Among them, the poetry and prose of Zhou and Qi are on par, tied for first place, Chu is slightly behind, and Qin and Zhao are once again ahead.
But even Qin and Zhao were much stronger than Jin.
In February's list of literary saints, Zhou and Qi each accounted for three of the top ten, and took all the top five. Chu accounted for two, and Qin and Zhao each accounted for one.
The difference is clear at a glance.
Among Zhou's envoys, apart from the two third-grade scholars who ensured their safety, the real leader was a young man dressed in white, who looked to be no more than twenty-five or six years old.
This person is a descendant of the Zhou royal family, and his name is Ji Wen.
He looked at the other Zhou scribes behind him and said, "There is no need to show weakness in this Six Nations Poetry Meeting."
"I have only one request, and that is to go all out, occupy the highest position on the first day, and suppress all the losers."
"Let the glory of my Great Zhou shine in the sky in the capital of Jin!"