(The poems marked with numbers in the previous chapter all have their sources, so all class representatives can study by themselves.)
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"We must not let him be so arrogant." The eight Wenzongs of the Jin Dynasty looked extremely ugly, and the flesh on their faces was trembling.
Wei Wen said to the others, "I still have a poem here. If you can compete for the other gold scrolls, if you can get the top spot on the other gold scrolls, it will not be a defeat!"
Everyone looked at each other and nodded in unison.
After that, Wei Wen walked out of the crowd.
Not long after, a poem appeared on the golden scroll.
Golden light shines in the sky again.
However, this poem is only a little higher than "Jingxi" and still lags behind the poems written by Ji Wen of the Zhou Dynasty.
Among Zhou's envoys, the Zhou scribes all had faint smiles on their faces.
"This Jin country is also interesting. Even though we know that we are not the opponent, we are still embarrassing ourselves there."
"His Royal Highness Prince Ji is a poetry genius that is rare to see in a hundred years in the Great Zhou Dynasty. How can he be matched by an old scribe?"
"His Royal Highness Prince Ji alone is enough to suppress the world's poetry and poetry!"
"There are ten buckets of talent in the world, and His Royal Highness Prince Ji has to occupy eight buckets..."
Ji Wen sat on a chair and looked at the tens of thousands of scribes gathered in the huge Yong'an Square below. He couldn't help but shake his head.
"Go and get a few more golden scrolls and make my name known to the world for my great Zhou Dynasty!"
All the other scribes in the Zhou Kingdom responded and left.
Soon, the golden light shined brightly on the six golden scrolls, and the scribes of the Zhou Dynasty began their journey to sweep the six golden lists.
Other countries were not willing to follow suit and took action quickly.
Zhou Guo has already taken the lead in occupying the top of the two lists. He cannot be allowed to dominate the previous list. He must at least hold on to the gold list he announced.
Over the capital, golden light rain danced in pieces, and the strong cultural atmosphere turned into a tsunami, sweeping across all directions.
Eventually they gathered into a large lake of culture and energy, covering the sky.
All the people in the capital have felt the benefits of subtly strengthening the body after Wen Qi enters the body.
Every poetry meeting is of great benefit to the ordinary people in the place where it is held.
However, behind this benefit, there is a fierce battle for fate.
In Yong'an Square, there were almost 30,000 scribes, all of whom looked up at the golden scroll above their heads.
"The other five countries have already started to take action..."
"They are ready to completely suppress us and divide our fortune in the Jin Dynasty!"
"We must not let them succeed!"
"We can't wait any longer. We all take action. There are tens of thousands of poems, and there should be one that can rush forward."
…
This fate war entered a fierce stage from the very beginning.
There is no possibility of holding hands between the six countries, and there will be no shame at all.
It’s about the fate of every country and government, and no one can afford to lose.
The gold list scroll that you publish should also be the area where you have the most advantage. Hold your position and then compete for the top spot of other gold list scrolls.
It is a tacit and unified approach adopted by all countries.
However, Jin lost its position.
Not only Zhou, Qi, and Chu also had scribes competing for the top spot on the "water" list, but they were still weaker than Ji Wen's poems.
But it was no worse than Wei Wen, and even the poems and essays written by the scribes of Qi State squeezed out Wei Wen's second poem and essay.
Jin ranked only third in the gold list scroll published by itself!
For a moment, the whole city was in an uproar.
It's already so miserable on the "Water" list, and it's even more heart-breaking when it's on the other five lists.
In Yong'an Square, more than 30,000 scribes slowly became silent.
No matter how much unwillingness and reluctance there is, we still bow our heads in front of the cruel reality.
If you want to kill the thief, you can't save him!
There were more than 30,000 scribes on his side who took action, but they were defeated by dozens of scribes from the other five countries.
Qin, the country with the smallest number, only has fifteen people, but it firmly occupies the top of the "Wind" list.
Although Qin lags behind other countries in other gold ranking scrolls, it can at least hold its position.
He won't even throw away his own luck in the country.
Looking back at the Jin State, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a complete defeat.
Silence spreads like a disease.
In Yong'an Square, more and more scribes became silent.
what to do?
This is the only thought in the hearts of all scribes.
And this kind of silence spread from Yongan Square to the entire capital.
Anyone who knew that he was a citizen of the Jin Dynasty felt an unspeakable sense of aggrievedness.
With this feeling, I wish I could fight directly, which is better than failing completely in poetry and watching the other five countries riding on my head to show off their power.
In the end, he also wants to steal the fortune of his own country.
"Damn it, I'm going to raid the guys right now and kill them all. Let's see who dares to steal our luck in Dajin!"
A warrior's eyes were red with anxiety and he stomped on the ground. He wished he could break into Yong'an Gate right now and kill all the scribes from the other five countries.
"How could we be defeated so miserably!? Our scribes are actually powerless to fight back!"
"Ma Dan!"
"Don't be impulsive. The other party has a third-grade scholar accompanying the team on an envoy. Even those scribes from other countries are still in the realm of fifth-grade gentlemen. You can't even enter the Yong'an Gate. You will only make a fool of yourself."
Someone next to Wu Fu spoke to persuade him.
"What a joke?" Wu Fu pointed at the six golden scrolls in the sky, "Can it be any more ridiculous than this?"
"Grass!"
This martial artist is just a microcosm of the huge capital city.
Many warriors who were not qualified to participate in the Poetry Society wanted to go to war and chop people into pieces.
It's so frustrating, not a single soldier was used, not even a single person was killed, but the fortune of the whole government was lost for no reason.
How can you not be angry?
Inside Wangfuji, all diners either walked to the street or looked out of the window.
Everyone's minds were attracted by the six golden scrolls in the sky.
Originally, Wei Wen's poems occupied the first place in the "water" list, and they could still talk and laugh, eat food and drink.
But the situation took a turn for the worse, and no one could sit still.
There seemed to be nails on the seat, making it impossible to sit down. I felt like my heart was on fire, but I could only watch, feeling extremely depressed.
"The Zhou Kingdom is so special, I can't wait to send troops to kill him!" Zhou Ziyu cursed.
Annan Zhiye's eyes were also full of worry, "The disadvantage is too great. Today is only the first day."
"If we can't win back the 'Water' list, the whole poetry festival will last for fifteen days, and I, the Great Jin Dynasty, will be equivalent to being nailed to the pillar of shame and whipped for fifteen days!"
"Compared to this, taking away luck is just a trivial matter. The backbone of my Jin scribe will really be broken."
Zhou Ziyu looked at Annan Zhi, "Can your poem still be used?"
An Nanzhi knew which song he was talking about and shook his head, "If it could be used, I would have used it long ago."
"It's been six years since that poem came out, how could I use it here?"
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within the palace,
Dugu Zhao is sitting on the dragon chair. In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, there is a grammatical reflection technique that reflects all the external situations.
All the courtiers were also standing in the hall, looking at the six golden scrolls, the rankings of Jin Dynasty poetry and prose were constantly being squeezed down, and they felt mixed feelings in their hearts, and they were extremely sad.
"My dear friends, what can you do?" Dugu Zhao looked very calm, with no expression of joy or anger, but when he heard his voice, it sounded like a thousand-year-old iceberg, so cold that his blood would stop flowing.
Her eyes glanced at each minister, "Do you have a dear friend who can help me with the Jin Dynasty?"
In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, not a single minister spoke, and they all lowered their heads.
"What a Six Nations Poetry Society..." Dugu Zhao snorted coldly, his eyes showing a cold light, "We in Jin Dynasty once had amazing talents, but they were killed by some people with ulterior motives."
"In the past, I always thought that within a country, all parties would be united and opposed to different parties, but now the door of the country has been opened."
"In just over a month, we lost the good luck that it took Uncle Zhongyong two years to make up for!"
"My dear friends, tell me... where is the road to the Great Jin Dynasty?"
"Where!?"
Dugu Zhao made a "bang" sound, slapped the dragon chair, and then left the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
None of the ministers in the palace dared to move, and the deathly silence tortured everyone present.
They have resorted to countless means to achieve national destiny.
But now Dajin's luck is like a pool with a big hole in it, and it is about to run away. All the efforts made in the past cannot even keep up with what was lost in a month or two.
Such despair cannot be understood without personal experience.
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Four courtyards and one prison,
The five third-grade scholars gathered together again and looked at the golden scroll in the sky. They all looked extremely ugly.
"Besides the eight top Wenzongs, is there anyone else who can fight?" Qin Zhenliang was the first to ask,
"If I lose so hard on the first day that I can't hold my head up, our promotion will really be over."
Wu Zhanchun let out a long sigh, "In a poetry competition, there is no point in having too many people and too few people. It all depends on the poetic talent."
"It is basically impossible for one person to suppress a country in war, but it is not impossible for one person to suppress the world in poetry and prose."
"if……"
He didn't say the next words, and everyone understood what he was going to say.
If Li Changan was still here, he might be able to resist foreign enemies and guard the country with poetry and prose!
only……
Zhao Hongshan said, "In this way, the four courtyards and one supervisor jointly issued an order that all Wenzong masters must take action and write at least one poem."
"Maybe there will be one or two outstanding poems."
Guan Xianli nodded in agreement, "That's all. I hope a miracle will happen."
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But the miracle did not happen.
Even though everyone in the capital is looking forward to a miracle, in the face of the huge gap, hope is just hope.
The end of the first day,
In the "water" list published by the State of Jin, the State of Zhou ranked first, followed by the State of Qi, and the State of Jin ranked third.
In the "Dream" list published by Zhou Guo, Zhou Guo ranked first, and Jin Guo only ranked tenth.
In the "Wind" list published by Qin State, Qin State ranked first and Jin State ranked seventh.
Zhao Guo published a "mountain" list, with Zhao Guo ranking first and Jin Guo ranking eighth.
In the "Snow" list published by Qi State, Qi State ranked first and Jin State ranked sixth.
In Zhang Bu's "Yue" Gang of Chu State, Chu State ranked first, while Jin State only ranked seventh.
It is appropriate to describe the state of Jin on the first day of the Six Kingdoms Poetry Festival as a complete rout.
Among them, Zhou and Qi, the two countries' strongest poetic talents, have not even fully taken action.
Ji Wen of the Zhou Dynasty only wrote one poem, which suppressed the "water" list, and he didn't write any other poems.
And Jiang Xing of Qi State didn't even write a single poem. He sat on the balcony the whole time without moving.
I can’t imagine what changes they would bring to the poetry of the Six Nations if they came up with poetry.
By then, Jin's ranking will inevitably be squeezed downwards again.
Dark clouds rolled over the city, and the sky was dark.
At the end of the first day of the poetry meeting, everyone in the capital felt as if they were mourning for their heirs, and their souls were devastated.
A thought can’t help but pop up in most people’s minds: