Ji Wen and others felt the anger of the Jin people in the capital.
There are constant figures wandering around Prince Liang's Mansion, and each of them is full of murderous intent.
Prince Liang has been dead for more than ten years, and the mansion has been empty. The protective grammar that was originally installed around the mansion has long been removed.
In the past few days, envoys from the five countries came over and stayed in their respective courtyards.
Tonight, it was their third-grade scholar who took action for the first time and placed protective grammar around the mansion.
Only in this way did the people who had been patrolling and preparing to take action have no choice but to retreat.
It was noisy all night.
The next day, which is the tenth day of the Six Nations Poetry Festival,
Ji Wen led the crowd out of the mansion, and when he saw those eyes glaring at him, he was secretly angry, but also felt funny.
Don't these guys have any brains at all?
Knowing that he had a third-grade scholar here, he actually prepared a night attack. Not in two or three waves, but throughout the night, people came and walked around the mansion.
Although it won't cause any harm to yourself and others, it's also disrespectful.
If they were in the Zhou Kingdom, these untouchables would have been sent to the frontier to die.
Jiang Xingxing from Qi State came over, glanced at Ji Wen, and chuckled, "Brother Ji Wen, how did you sleep last night?"
Ji Wen replied with a half-smile, "It's okay, but I didn't know that the mosquitoes from Jin State actually appeared in early spring."
"It buzzed and buzzed all night, just annoying."
What they said was not deliberately suppressed, and was clearly heard by the people of the nearby Jin Dynasty.
"boom……"
Everyone who heard this was going to be furious.
The look in his eyes that wanted to kill became more and more intense.
More and more scholars and warriors gathered on the way to Yong'an Gate.
However, the scribes of the Five Kingdoms, with ten third-grade scholars sitting in charge, were not afraid of these dangers at all, and instead spoke more and more casually.
"A place with water and soil supports a person. Maybe the people who are supported by water and soil here like to do nocturnal activities." A scribe from Chu State laughed.
Ji Wen smiled and shook his head, "I hope it is true as brother said."
With that said, he said to Jiang Xing, "Brother Jiang, did you have a good breakfast today?"
Jiang Xing was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Not bad."
"That's good. Then we can wait a little longer at the poetry meeting."
Ji Wen glanced around and said, "After all, we have to delay as much as possible to buy time for our colleagues in Jin."
Hearing these words makes one’s teeth itch with hatred.
The surrounding people in the Jin capital looked at him angrily.
But all the scribes from the five countries laughed as if there was no one around.
At this moment, a young, green and slightly shrill voice sounded,
"If Uncle Zhongyong hadn't been around, how could you have been allowed to be so arrogant?"
“There are no tigers in the mountains and monkeys are kings!”
The laughter of the scribes from the five countries stopped suddenly. When they heard the sound and looked around, they saw a Confucian scholar in a green shirt, no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, speaking angrily to them.
The young Confucian scholar was dragged by his father, for fear that he would rush forward and be accidentally injured.
Ji Wen showed a look of interest, stopped and looked at the young Confucian scholar, "Young student, what is your name?"
"Chen Anyian!" The young Confucian scholar broke away from his father's pull, walked up to Ji Wen, looked up into Ji Wen's eyes and said sonorously and forcefully.
Although he is not tall, he is not inferior in terms of momentum.
"Ever since I entered the Jin Kingdom, I have always heard the name Zhongyong Bo, so I expected him to be a heroic figure."
Ji Wen chuckled and spread his hands, "But...as you can see, I've been waiting here for ten days, but I still haven't been able to get what I wanted."
"You should also know that I have been waiting for a opponent for a long time."
"However, even with the help of hundreds of thousands of scribes, no one can stand before me!"
Ji Wen's words were extremely harsh, but it was difficult for anyone to refute them.
Because this is the cruelest fact, the Six Nations Poetry Festival has reached its tenth day.
During this period, many scholars from the Jin Dynasty took action, and even the third-grade Confucian of the First Prison of the Fourth Academy also took action.
But it just couldn't knock it off the top spot.
And this is just the "water" list listed by Zhang Bu of Jin State.
The Zhou scribe in front of me was a great poet and prose genius who ranked first in three rankings and second in two rankings.
He alone suppressed the poetry of the Three Kingdoms, and he is indeed qualified to say this.
But the young Confucian scholar just sneered, "What a shameless statement!"
"Even Uncle Zhongyong was never as arrogant as you."
"He who empties himself will advance to the foundation of virtue."
"If dissipation fails, the body will suffer disaster."
Ji Wen raised his eyebrows and said, "I have read a few books, but I underestimate you."
"However, if the Uncle Zhongyong you said is really still there, then why don't you dare to take action?"
"I've stayed here for so long, where are the others?"
"As long as he dares to challenge me, I will respect him as a hero."
"It's a pity that I didn't see the man you call Uncle Zhongyong."
Ji Wen's last two sentences were addressed to the people of Jin around him,
"I am not afraid of any poetry challenge, but only if my opponent dares to appear in front of me."
"Otherwise, I can only think of him as a coward!"
As soon as these words came out, many people directly shouted angrily, "You are so fart!"
"Unparalleled in poetry and prose by Zhongyongbo, how can I be afraid of you?"
"Yes, Uncle Zhongyong has the courage to champion the three armies, the wisdom to govern the world, and the talent for poetry. How can you slander him?"
The people of Jin who were originally silent and angry suddenly became brave and shouted at Ji Wen.
This change shocked the scribes from the five countries.
They could clearly feel the anger of the people around them towards them.
But at the beginning, even if they deliberately provoked them, these Jin people did not engage in verbal quarrels.
But when Ji Wen belittled Uncle Zhongyong, the scene changed instantly.
The silent majority became no longer silent.
This alone is enough to imagine the prestige of that loyal and brave uncle in the hearts of the people of Jin.
Ji Wen was slightly startled, with a hint of anger in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared. He looked around and said to the Zhou scribe beside him,
"Let's go. Instead of having meaningless arguments here, it's better to go to the poetry meeting and wait for the challenge from the Jin scholars."
"Even if we say we won here, what's the use?"
"It's a waste of time."
In his words, he made no secret of his disdain for the people of Jin.
The Zhou scribes nodded. They also felt that it was beneath their status to argue with a bunch of untouchables here.
Other scribes from the four countries also followed suit.
"It's really interesting to argue here for someone who doesn't even dare to show up..."
Some scribes from Zhao State laughed at him.
Jiang Xingping was at the end, patted the young Confucian scholar on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Young man, study hard."
"You need to know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world."
"The loyal and brave man you call may be unparalleled in poetry and prose in the Jin Dynasty, but looking at the world, I'm afraid he can't live up to the invincibility you call him."
These words were also spoken to the people of Jin around.
What you think is a great talent in poetry is nothing more than that in our eyes.
Chen Anyian's face turned red from holding back.
Jiang Xing straightened up and looked down at him. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a hint of contempt and ridicule in his eyes. "As long as he dares to come forward and compete with us head-on, the winner will naturally be determined."
"But now the fact is that he doesn't dare to show up."
"Otherwise...you will fight for him?"
Chen Anyian clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were red, his breathing became rapid, and he even started to tremble.
"I...I..."
He wants to fight!
But he knew that his graffiti would not be considered elegant, and would even discredit his admired Uncle Zhongyong.
If it were just him, he would fight without hesitation!
But now, he hesitated...
Just when Chen Anyian was hesitating, a clear voice came from behind the crowd,
"He can fight for Uncle Zhongyong!"
The sound is not loud, but it reaches everyone's ears clearly.
Everyone present looked in the direction of the sound.??