Ji Wen's words were like adding a pinch of salt to Da Jin's already bloody wound.
The final winner of this poetry meeting was not the Jin Dynasty, but the other five countries headed by Zhou.
They are no longer willing to stay here and continue to waste time.
They felt that humiliating Da Jin was enough.
Therefore, I no longer have any interest in continuing to tease my opponent.
Dugu Zhao's eyes became dangerous and cold, but he failed at the poetry meeting and suffered another disastrous defeat on the Literary Saint List.
It makes her feel weak whether she accepts or rejects.
The poetry and prose of the Jin Dynasty fell into a disadvantage, and the enemy firmly grasped the initiative.
If you want to continue the poetry meeting, you will be humiliating yourself.
But if you agree to Ji Wen's request, it will be equivalent to directly admitting the disastrous defeat of the Jin Dynasty, and you will be led by the nose by the five countries, and the face of the country will be lost.
Above the court, Ji Wen had a faint smile on his face, which did not change in any way because of his seemingly arrogant words.
As if these were just commonplace things.
It was his indifferent expression that made all the Jin courtiers so angry that they wanted to tear his face into pieces.
After a while,
Dugu Zhao opened his mouth and said, "The Six Nations Poetry Festival has been scheduled for fifteen days. This matter has been spread all over the world and will be held every year in the future."
"Proposing to leave in the middle is not only treating the agreement as if it were nothing, but also a breach of trust and a lack of etiquette. Does the ambassador think so?"
Let’s talk about the breach of trust by the Five Kingdoms first, and then talk about Ji Wen’s disrespect.
Can't find any problems.
The smile on Ji Wen's face faltered slightly, and then he nodded slightly, "What His Majesty the Emperor said is true. Ji Wen was rude."
"In this case, the Six Nations Poetry Conference will continue as usual."
Dugu Zhao nodded and did not speak any more. Instead, he looked down at the Jin court officials, looked at each person's face, and nodded to the eunuch beside him.
The eunuch then said loudly, "If there is something to do, we will start, if there is nothing to do, we will retreat..."
The words fell,
There was silence in the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
Dugu Zhao stood up and left the dragon chair.
On the way back to the imperial study, Dugu Zhao dismissed the palace maids and eunuchs around him, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a thousand-year-old ice.
There was ice blue light flowing in her eyes, and with every step she took, a layer of frost spread out under her feet.
Returning to the imperial study, Dugu Zhao took off his makeup, and there was a trace of fatigue on his graceful and majestic white face.
She leaned on the soft floor and was speechless for a long time.
On the other hand, after the Jin court officials dispersed, they lost interest in conversation and became taciturn.
Today, the Five Kingdoms actually humiliated them severely in the court of Jin Dynasty.
But they couldn't refute a word.
If it weren't for the fact that the Empress barely managed to save her face in the end and rejected Zhou Guo Ji Wen's unreasonable request based on etiquette.
Da Jin really wanted to lose his face in the court.
They are quite good at discussing strategies and governing the court. However, this time, the painful leg of poetry and prose was caught, and they really couldn't resist.
I was so depressed that I wanted to die.
On the other hand, the faces of the other five countries were more or less smiling.
Especially Zhou's envoy team couldn't help but chuckle after returning to their residence.
Ji Wen and two third-grade Confucian scholars from the Zhou Kingdom entered the inner hall.
"Your Highness Prince Wen, is this test a bit too much?" a slightly taller third-grade scholar asked softly.
Ji Wen shook his head, "It doesn't matter, they don't dare to fall out with me at this time."
"The situation in Jin is different from that in Zhou Dynasty. The royal family is actually controlled by the academy."
"And in order to seek immortality, the emperor ignored government affairs for more than ten years, and finally let a woman sit on the throne. It's really interesting."
He always had a faint smile on his face, "When I was in the court, I was not talking about the Queen, but His Majesty the Emperor."
"Have you noticed? None of the court officials of the Jin Dynasty have any unusual features."
As soon as these words came out, the two third-grade scholars were stunned, and soon discovered the problem, "What does His Highness Prince Wen mean...?"
"The Kingdom of Jin is weaker than we imagined." Ji Wen sat on the chair above. "A female has taken the throne, but this country clearly has another emperor."
"There is no way their royal family is monolithic."
"I was originally worried that this woman was a puppet who was pushed out, but the facts proved that this was not the case."
As he spoke, he seemed to remember something, and the smile on his face had more unknown meanings.
"Although the appearance of their empress cannot be said to be stunning to a country, she is still a beauty of a generation."
"And with his cultivation level at his side, with a lifespan of two to three hundred years, at the age of thirty, he is no different from a woman in her prime."
"After I take over the Jin Kingdom, this girl can be my maid."
The two third-rank scholars nodded, "It is a blessing for the daughter of a broken country to be the maid of His Highness Prince Wen."
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The news that the five countries demanded an immediate end to the Six Nations Poetry Conference was spread to everyone the next day.
The whole capital was boiling instantly.
For a moment, the originally despairing heart suddenly burned with rage.
Regardless of whether they were men, women, old or young, or scribes or civilians, they all felt as if they had been slapped hard.
My face was burning and painful.
I felt depressed, angry, but powerless.
Many people have never been humiliated like they are today.
And this kind of humiliation is not just for one or two people, but for the entire Jin Dynasty.
The opponent looks down upon Da Jin and has no interest in wasting time here.
Because of this news, the whole capital was once again filled with manic-depressive atmosphere.
My heart was riddled with shock before, but now it is filled with anger.
"I'm so jealous of his ancestors! Damn it! I'm going to kill those bastards!"
There was a warrior who was about to rush towards Yong'an Gate with a knife.
"We are attacking the imperial city now. Are you desperate for your life?" His companion quickly grabbed him.
"Are we going to let the enemy trample on us like this?" Wu Fu asked angrily.
"Of course not, wait until night, when they return to their residence, and then do it!" the companion signaled,
"After the sun sets and the day's poetry meeting ends, the scribes from the five countries will leave the imperial city, and their residences will be arranged in the original residence of Prince Liang."
"Prince Liang's residence is not in the imperial city..."
When the martial artist heard this, he immediately put away his sword and said, "I understand."
"Grandma, let those bastards live a little longer."
And this scene is just the tip of the iceberg in Beijing.
The flames of anger burned everyone in the capital.
More and more people are turning their attention to the scribes from the Five Nations.
Since you won't make it easy for us, why should we talk about etiquette with you?
Don't these people know that there are great Confucians of the third rank in the five countries?
But in the face of such humiliation, no one with a bit of blood can sit still.
The ninth day of the Six Nations Poetry Conference ended in the anger of everyone.
Scholars from all over the country, as well as those from the Jin Dynasty who were originally stranded in the capital, were racking their brains to write poems.
Although he still can't shake the top spot on the current six lists, the momentum he displayed is as if he could eat the scribes from the other five countries alive.
As Ji Wen was walking back to his residence, he noticed that there were more Jin people watching around him than usual.
Moreover, the depression and despair in his eyes were no longer there. It was not that they were gone, but another emotion called anger, or even hatred, took up the majority.
After returning to the residence, the people sent out to understand the situation reported the situation.
A third-grade scholar frowned slightly, "Who leaked the news? This is to roast us on the fire."
"The way ordinary people look at us today has completely changed."
Ji Wen leaned back on the chair and waved his hand, "It's okay, don't worry."
"There are two enshrined here. Unless the Academy of Jin breaks up with us, what's the use of those ordinary people?"
"I suspect that the Jin court deliberately leaked the news."
Another third-grade scholar quickly figured out the key, "This is to use our hands to temper the hatred and anger of their people and gather their hearts."
Ji Wen smiled and nodded, "I'm not afraid of beating these Jin scribes and people to death."
"If anger is useful, why is it better than poetry? The Literary Saint List might as well be replaced by the Anger List..."
"If you want to use our help to gather people's hearts, I must defeat them completely!"
"No matter how crazy these Jin scholars go, in the end they can only watch me take away their fortune..."
"I want to see what kind of hearts they can gather together?"