The news of Uncle Zhongyong's return spread quickly to every corner of the capital like a tidal wave.
Everyone near Yong'an Gate also got the news.
At this time, the Jin scribes who had gathered in Yong'an Square, after hearing the news, subconsciously made the same move.
That's a slight sigh of relief.
It's like ecstasy.
With Uncle Zhongyong returning, there will be hope for the Six Kingdoms Poetry Society and the Jin Dynasty!
If one were to say who was ranked first in poetry and prose during the Jin Dynasty, he would probably be dissatisfied with the other.
But if the Great Jin Dynasty loses Uncle Zhongyong, it will definitely be a lot darker.
At the beginning, Uncle Zhongyong single-handedly suppressed the Wen Shengbang of the Jin Dynasty.
Returning now will be Da Jin's last hope.
Li Chang'an took Chen Anyian in his hand and slowly walked towards Yong'an Gate surrounded by the people of Jin.
It wasn't that he didn't want to go fast, but wherever he passed, the scribes and people of Jin were all saluting, so he had to return the salute.
The scribes from the five countries in the rear all looked displeased, but they could not express their anger in public.
In this situation, to others, it looked like Li Changan was leading them on a street patrol.
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High above the sky,
Zhao Hongshan looked at Li Changan's humble appearance, with a satisfied smile on his face.
"This kid survived the catastrophe and will be blessed later."
Beside him, several third-grade scholars from White Deer Academy appeared, also staring closely at Li Changan.
Now Li Changan is not just a simple student of White Deer Academy.
It is the hope of the entire Jin Dynasty.
After two consecutive months of defeat in the Literary Saint List, coupled with the harvest of the Six Nations Poetry Society, the situation of the Jin Dynasty was in a precarious position.
Now that Li Changan has returned, with his poetry and prose, the Jin Dynasty can at least stop its decline.
As long as this Six Nations Poetry Conference can win back a victory for the Jin Dynasty.
He alone can guard the fate of poetry and prose in the Jin Dynasty!
At this time, Li Changan was no longer the White Deer Academy who had to protect him with all his strength, but the entire Fourth Academy, one prison, and the entire Jin Dynasty had to protect him.
Otherwise, if the Jin Dynasty continues to fail, the war between the six human kingdoms will first break out in the Jin Kingdom.
At that time, I don’t know how many people will die, and even the Jin Dynasty may die and be divided among the other five countries.
It can be said that Li Changan is the last hope of the Jin Dynasty.
There is one more person in the White Deer Academy's camp, and that person is Wang Tiangang, who is both civil and military.
On the way to the capital, he successfully overcame the shackles and set foot on the third level of literature and Taoism.
And the reason why Gu Weidao was delayed on the road was precisely because of this.
I have never heard that whoever reaches the third level will cause heavenly calamity.
As a result, Wang Tiangang was struck by lightning one hundred and eight times in his life, and then he almost reached the third level.
This was how the unprecedented civil and military achievements of the Jin Dynasty were born.
It's just that Wang Tiangang now hides his cultivation as a third-grade martial artist and only shows his strength as a third-grade martial artist.
The third-grade scholar of literary and Taoism and the third-grade martial arts Taoist Musashi seem to be very different in strength, and each has its own advantages.
But a third-grade scholar has more means. It will be easier for a third-grade scholar to protect that boy Li Changan.
As for the third-grade Musashi, just use it as a trump card. If anyone doesn't know how to live or die, don't blame him for killing.
Qin Zhenliang of Songyue Academy sighed with emotion, "If he could really save the Jin Dynasty from defeat at the Six Kingdoms Poetry Conference, how much more would it be as simple as his future fortune?"
"If he can stabilize the fate of the Jin Dynasty, he will have his own destiny."
Wu Zhanchun of Xiangshan Academy said,
"But...has his literary skills...ever recovered?"
As soon as this question came up, dozens of third-level scholars present all turned their attention to Zhao Hongshan.
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In the Imperial Study Room,
Dugu Zhao held a wolf hair in his hand and was staring at the blank rice paper in a daze.
A few drops of pitch black ink spattered on the rice paper, which was extremely dazzling.
The Six Kingdoms Poetry Festival in the outer city is still going on, and the Jin Dynasty is still being crushed.
As many days as the poetry meeting lasted, her heart endured the torment.
Such suffering made her extremely powerless.
At this moment, hurried footsteps came and stopped at the door of the imperial study room.
"Report to the Queen, Uncle Zhongyong has appeared!"
Qi Shanhai's voice came in.
The pen in Dugu Zhao's hand fell onto the rice paper with a clatter, leaving a large pool of ink stains.
The next moment, the door of the imperial study room opened instantly.
Dugu Zhao's eyes were full of shock, "Say it again."
"Your Majesty, Uncle Zhongyong has appeared in the capital and is heading to Yong'an Gate."
Qi Shanhai bowed and said with great excitement.
"Okay, okay, okay..." Dugu couldn't help but nod, and his slender hands couldn't help but clenched into fists.
Half of the boulder weighing on his heart disappeared in an instant, and Dugu Zhao suddenly felt his shoulders relax.
However, the next moment, she suddenly remembered something, "Has Li Changan's literary skills... recovered?"
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Anfu,
"Bang bang bang..."
Zhou Ziyu drove straight in, beat hard on the door of the courtyard where Tingxue Ting was located, and shouted loudly,
"Brother An, Brother An, Brother Li is back, Brother Li is back!"
An Nanzhi, who was listening to Xue Ting in a daze, didn't react for a moment, blinked his eyes, and suddenly stood up in shock and joy.
Cuiyue, who had been standing by her side, was also stunned. After she realized what she was doing, she quickly said, "Miss, Uncle Zhongyong is back!"
"It's Uncle Zhongyong who's back!"
Annan Zhi's breathing was a little shaky, and she immediately landed in front of the courtyard door with a light step, opened the door and confirmed again, "Brother Zhou, what did you just say?"
Zhou Ziyu said excitedly, "I said, that guy Li Changan is coming to the capital, he is coming to the capital!"
Annan Zhi's eyes were filled with mist, and big tears fell down.
"Why are you still hanging around? Go get dressed up quickly, you can meet again today!" Zhou Ziyu urged.
Annan Zhi also reacted and cried with joy, "Brother Zhou, wait a moment."
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Huashengmen,
Liu Zhiyin received the news from the spies of the Han Dynasty's spy department. After being stunned for a moment, Liu Zhiyin hurried back to the house.
"Linglong, Linglong..."
"Sister, what's wrong? Why is it so noisy outside?" Liu Linglong was holding a sword and sitting cross-legged on the futon to practice.
"My husband is back, he has come to the capital..." Liu Zhiyin didn't know why, her almond-shaped eyes were filled with tears, and she hugged Liu Linglong and burst into tears.
Three years, exactly three years...
Although the news from the academy is that he is practicing in seclusion, no letter from home has been sent back for three whole years. How is this possible?
She had already made plans to wait her whole life.
Now, Li Lang is finally back, finally back...
Liu Linglong was also stunned, and subconsciously hugged her sister, "Brother...is back?"
"Brother, I'm back!"
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It was only three or four miles from Prince Liang's Mansion to Yong'an Gate, but Li Changan walked for half an hour.
Waiting until behind Yongan Gate,
The Jin scribes who had been guarding here all clasped their fists and bowed in salute, "I have seen Uncle Zhongyong."
"I've met Uncle Zhongyong."
…
A series of excited voices gathered together, like a thunder, echoing over Yong'an Gate.
These voices were like entrustments, entrusting the last hope of Da Jin to Li Changan.
Li Changan straightened his plain white gown and returned the greeting solemnly, "Thank you for your hard work."
"The next step is to leave it to Chang'an."
"Crash..."
The crowd dispersed quickly and made way for a thoroughfare.
Even the guards guarding the Imperial City Gate stood at attention and took a step back, bowing their heads to Li Changan.
Under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, Li Changan led Chen Anyian, who was extremely nervous, into Yong'an Gate.
Then, with great expectations, I walked up to the gold list of the Poetry Society.
As long as you use Wen Qi to write poems on it, the poems can appear on the golden scroll in the sky.
The other scribes from the five countries also came here.
A cold voice came,
"The greater the etiquette, the greater the expectations for you."
"But as far as I know, your literary skills have already been abolished. You are not even a scribe, so what qualifications do you have to be on par with us?"
"After all, he is just a clown, trying to please others."
Ji Wen walked to the golden list with a serious face, glanced at Li Changan, then continued to walk forward, stepped onto the steps, and walked towards the high platform.
The voice was not suppressed deliberately. Instead, driven by Wenqi, it quickly spread throughout Yongan Plaza.
Behind him, the scribes from the five countries also crossed the golden list and walked up the steps, looking at Li Changan with pity and ridicule in their eyes.
How is the anticipation?
So what if the people want to return home?
Literary education has been abolished, and there is no literary spirit. How can you participate in a poetry meeting?
If it’s not self-humiliation, what is it?
Having been raised to such a high level, if he failed, he would probably be swallowed up by the anger of the crowd and nothing would be left.
The restless atmosphere of excitement and surprise in Yongan Plaza quickly subsided and turned into intense worry.
Ji Wen's words reminded everyone, and all the scribes suddenly woke up.
Yes, Uncle Zhongyong’s literary skills have been ruined.
Previously, I just saw the return of Uncle Zhongyong and felt that the Poetry Society was promising.
But I almost forgot that Uncle Zhongyong’s innate cultural treasures had been broken as early as the battlefield of Fengchuan Three Thousand Miles...
It’s over!
The huge surprise was shattered and turned into even greater despair in a blink of an eye.
The despair after hope was shattered was even worse than before.
But just when everyone's enthusiasm seemed to be extinguished by a basin of ice water, Li Changan's voice rang out. He ignored Ji Wen and the scribes from the five countries from beginning to end.
It's as if they don't exist.
He just patted Chen Anyian beside him and asked, "Which gold list do you want to challenge first?"
Chen Anyian raised his head and looked at Li Changan, who always had a warm smile on his face, and the worry in his eyes was slowly smoothed away.
He believes in Uncle Zhongyong!
Chen Anyian turned his head, looked at the gold list, and finally pointed at Jin's "water" list, "This one."
As a Confucian scholar of the Jin Dynasty, he naturally wanted to take back the top spot on the gold list published by his family.
Li Changan smiled and nodded, "Okay."
"Let's win this gold list first."
As soon as the words fell, the magic power of the stars in the body reversely differentiated into civil and military energy, and the white-gold civil energy rose into the sky like wolf smoke.
The first line of poetry suddenly hit the gold list.
"Don't you see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return!"
In an instant, thousands of golden lights broke through the sky, and the literary spirit was as high as a mountain and as high as the sky.