The Literary Saint List and the Six Nations Poetry Society were completely defeated.
At this time, those violent people who wanted to kill people also lost their voices.
The Poetry Festival is just around the corner, maybe it will be useful if you take action, but at worst it will be a repudiation.
Kewen Shengbang, who should I turn to for action?
Not to mention the disastrous failure of the Six Nations Poetry Society, the list of literary saints also dropped directly from ninth to fifteenth.
Under the weight of such a failure, the morale of countless scribes was extinguished and they were unable to move.
At this time, Dajin was like a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered. Facing a group of jackals, tigers and leopards, it didn't even have the slightest chance to resist.
The seventh day of the Six Nations Poetry Society,
The morning meeting was not held for the first time.
Dugu Zhao was sitting in the royal study, without any makeup, his face was haggard, extremely pale, and his eyes had lost their sparkle.
After working hard for more than ten years and walking on thin ice with fear and fear, due to poetry and prose, the good situation fell short.
She suddenly threw away the desk in front of her and was unable to get up. Her black hair fell down to her calves like a waterfall.
The whole person revealed a sense of sadness.
"Is...are we really going to start a war?"
"Li Changan, where are you!?"
"You... are obviously not dead..."
…
The palaces of high-ranking officials in the capital were also in chaos.
Everyone is going crazy and making a lot of noise.
Their official positions are closely related to the fate of the Jin Dynasty. Once their luck disappears, they will become ordinary scribes.
Moreover, it will suffer backlash, and even scribes may not be able to do it.
"Damn! Is there no one who can take action again?"
"Now that the Great Jin Dynasty is at the point of life and death, it will be really too late if we don't take action."
"The Literary Saint List was defeated in March, and the Six Nations Poetry Society was defeated again. Even though the Jin Dynasty still has a lot of luck, how many times can it withstand exploitation?"
"Unless we start a war directly now!"
"Even if a war breaks out, the list of literary saints will not be broken, and the luck of the Jin Dynasty will still be lost!"
"What about those people in the Hanlin Academy? Can't they write poetry?"
…
The same is true for the first prisoner of the Fourth Hospital. He is really gloomy and gloomy, with a gloomy look on his brow that cannot be relieved.
There were so many scribes, so many masters of Wenzong, but they were defeated by less than a hundred scribes from the other five countries combined.
It was like slapping them hard in the face.
The other party, especially Ji Wen of the Zhou Kingdom, had the momentum to suppress the poetry of the Six Kingdoms on his own.
"What should we do next? Just watch?"
"Poems and prose reaching this level cannot be smoothed by the number of people or their age."
"Ji Wen and Jiang Xing are both top poetry and prose talents in the world. Unless we also have such poetry and prose talents, we can only watch."
"If the Six Kingdoms Poetry Festival continues for one more day, the Jin Dynasty will be beaten to death for one more day."
"If this continues, the backbones of the Jin scribes will be broken!"
"What can I do if my skills are inferior to others?"
"Prepare for war!"
"According to the current trend, if the loss of luck cannot be stopped before October this year, war will be inevitable!"
At this time, the third-grade scholars in the Fourth Court and First Prison could only think about the situation in a more serious direction.
War seems to have become the ultimate response.
…
At the same time, outside the capital, a group of carriages was slowly driving into the city gate.
In the leading carriage, Gu Weidao opened the carriage door curtain and looked up at the towering city wall with a complicated look in his eyes.
Seventeen years have passed since he last left the capital.
I never thought that I would have the opportunity to come back here in this life.
The driver of the carriage was none other than Song Siren, and the men around the carriage were all members of the Han Dynasty's spy department.
In the second carriage behind, the two sisters Liu Zhiyin and Liu Linglong also looked out of the carriage window.
This was their first time in the capital, and also their first time seeing such a huge and majestic city.
Compared with the capital, Dongyue County, which was supposed to be very large, became like a small town.
Not worth mentioning at all.
However, the two girls didn't look much longer and quickly lowered the curtain.
After that, there were several carriages following, all of which were merchants pretending to be merchants from the Jin tribe, which was used as a cover-up.
After the carriages entered the capital, they quickly dispersed.
Under the guidance of the spy department, the first two carriages arrived at Huashengmen, about five or six miles east of the Imperial City. There were two small houses here, which had already been tidied up.
"Master, when can Chang'an... come to the capital?"
After Liu Zhiyin finished his salute, he took Liu Linglong to greet Gu Weidao, but he couldn't help but ask.
"He is on his way and will be here soon. You just need to wait patiently here." Gu Weidao said with a smile,
"You've been waiting for this for so many years, are there still a few days left?"
"But in the past few days, you should go out as little as possible. After he comes to the capital, big things will be decided."
Liu Zhiyin leaned forward and said, "My friend understands."
Gu Weidao reminded Liu Linglong by the way, "Linglong, you must not be lazy in martial arts these days."
"Linglong understands, Master." A few years have passed, and Liu Linglong is no longer as out-of-the-box as before, but her lively temperament has not been eradicated, but has only become somewhat restrained.
Liu Zhiyin took Liu Linglong in hand, saluted Gu Weidao, and then returned to her yard.
About half an hour later,
There was a knock on Gu Weidao's courtyard door.
When I opened the door, I saw it was Zhang Fugui.
"Lao Gu, why did you arrive today?" Zhang Fugui asked as he walked into the yard.
Gu Weidao chuckled and said, "There was some delay on the way."
"Is Chang'an really coming to the capital?" Zhang Fugui looked around and asked in a low voice.
Gu Weidao nodded, "He will be here soon. His master has already gone to meet him."
"That's good, that's good!" Zhang Fugui kept rubbing his hands happily, "Lao Gu, you don't know, it's been frustrating me to death these past few days."
"The scribes from the other five countries simply pushed us to the ground and trampled on us."
"The poetry of the Jin Dynasty was completely defeated, and it didn't even have the ability to fight back."
"Only when Chang'an comes here can we beat them down."
Gu Weidao also smiled and said, "The Six Nations Poetry Festival will be held for fifteen days, and Chang'an will definitely be able to reach the capital before then."
"As long as he comes, there will be no problems in the Six Nations Poetry Society."
Zhang Fugui picked up a stool and sat down, "That guy from Zhou named Ji Wen is really strong. He alone dominates three of the six rankings. It's scary to death."
"Is Chang'an really possible?"
Gu Weidao nodded affirmatively, "Don't worry, it will definitely work!"
…
And at this moment,
A third-rank scholar from the Zhou Kingdom requested an audience with the Queen of the Jin Dynasty.
So on the eighth day of the Six Nations Poetry Festival,
The envoy teams from the five countries, including the Kingdom of Zhou, came to the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
The first person to step out of the group and speak was not a third-grade scholar, nor the other scribes from the four countries, but Ji Wen of the Zhou Kingdom.
"Ji Wen has met His Majesty the Emperor of Jin."
Dugu Zhao looked at the elegant, suave and outstanding Ji Wen and said, "The ambassador is exempt from the courtesy."
Ji Wen cupped his fists and said, "Ji Wen hopes to end the Six Nations Poetry Conference early."
All the ministers in the Hall of Supreme Harmony couldn't help but look at each other, and there were whispers in the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
"The Six Nations Poetry Society will last for fifteen days. This was decided after the initial discussion. Why did the ambassador suddenly change it?" Dugu Zhao asked, frowning slightly.
Ji Wen had a smile on his face and said, "Because of this Six Nations Poetry Contest, there is no longer any suspense. Continuing it will only delay time and is meaningless."
As soon as these words came out, the courtiers of the Jin Dynasty no longer cared about the court etiquette, and there was an uproar.