In February, the Wensheng List made the entire Dajin feel an unprecedented crisis.

The fortune of the country is no longer an ethereal existence, but has become a sharp blade suspended above the heads of the world.

Once the national fortunes are dissipated, no, even if it is only half dissipated, it is enough to make the Great Jin fall into an irreparable decline.

At that time, the entire Jin Dynasty's scribes and martial artists, and even the common people, will become victims of this collapse of luck.

Falling apart, only in a split second.

The ordinary scribes were in a state of terror, and they were helpless in the face of such a situation.

It's not that I don't want to contribute, but even if I try my best, I don't see any chance at all.

Today's list of scholars is like a moat, which is beyond the reach of all scribes.

Only those few hundred people can reach the pinnacle that attracts the attention of the world.

In February, Dajin's battle on the Wensheng list can be called a fiasco.

poured the power of the country, and could only push the poem to the fifteenth place.

Now February has just passed, and the March Wensheng list is coming one after another.

I just experienced a fortune exploitation, and now the next exploitation strikes again.

Can Dajin still have a chance?

In the hearts of many scribes, only despair remained.

Such a defeat is likely to collapse in an instant like an avalanche.

The four courts and one prison are trying to find a way to deal with the invasion of other countries.

But the situation is not as simple as they imagined.

As soon as March arrived, the other five countries joined forces to knock on the door of the Great Jin.

It's not that they haven't thought of using means to stop them, but they can't make a move at all.

Because the one who knocked on the door of the country was the ten third-grade Confucians sent by the five countries.

Unless there is a determination to break out at once, there is no way to stop it.

These three-grade Confucianism are called "envoys to friendly countries."

But anyone knows what their true purpose is.

March

The spring breeze sends the cold away, the earth is spring, and everything recovers.

However, the scribes in the capital of Shuntianfu did not feel the warmth of the spring breeze at all, but were invaded by the cold.

A piece of news spread throughout the capital, and at the same time spread to the entire Great Jin.

"The six countries have been one since ancient times, and now the luck gathers in one furnace, which is really a fortunate thing in the world, so after the discussion of the six countries, on the third day of March every year, the Six Nations Poetry Meeting is held, which lasts for 15 days, to congratulate the human race, to congratulate the world, and to congratulate the people!"

This news spread throughout the Great Jin Dynasty on the same day through the Wenchang Monuments in various places.

Immediately, the whole country was in an uproar.

"What the hell is this kidding!?"

"If you can't compete on the list of literary saints, isn't it self-defeating to hold a poetry meeting at this time?"

"Do you really think poetry will be so simple?"

"Once you lose at the poetry meeting, it is a double fall."

"Wensheng has already failed miserably on the list, and if he loses again at the poetry meeting, it will definitely affect the Wenchang Monument."

"When the time comes, my luck will only lose faster!"

Ordinary scribes did not know about the other five countries, and they had already sent a three-rank great Confucian to lead an envoy to the Jin Kingdom.

Such a decision simply cannot be understood.

What is this not self-defeating?

Any scribe with a little brains can figure out what's at stake.

Now the Great Jin is like a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, if there is no means of resistance, it will become the hunting ground of the other five countries.

And in the capital, in the four courtyards and one prison, in the six departments,

All those who knew what was going on fell into a deathly silence.

Now the Great Jin Dynasty does not have the courage to resolutely start a war, and it cannot stop the convening of the Six Nations Poetry Conference at all.

For the first time, the first prison of the four courts sat down to discuss countermeasures.

In the most ordinary room, there are five great Confucian and virtuous princes.

are all the principals who are now temporarily in charge of the four courts and one prison.

"What now?" Qin Zhenliang of Songyue Academy looked at the other four people.

Shen Shijun of Wansong Academy took a sip of tea, "The Six Nations Poetry Society is imperative, and we have no choice but to fight with all our might." ”

"Now I can only hope that this poetry meeting can gain some face for my Dajin."

Wu Zhanchun of Xiangshan Academy moved his cheeks, "This is their Yang plan, this group of envoys came to focus all my attention on this poetry meeting." ”

"It will definitely put us in a disadvantageous situation in the competition on the Wensheng list."

"Disperse the fortune of the Great Jin, divide and conquer, this is the means they put on the surface."

"Even if the poems in the poetry meeting can also break into the holy list, there is no doubt about dispersing our forces."

The smell in the room became more and more oppressive.

They are noble as the three great Confucian virtuous princes, how could they have been so embarrassed?

Now, because of the poetry that I didn't pay much attention to before, I fell into such a desperate situation.

If the Great Jin is gone, then the four courts and one prison will also disappear.

Under the nest, Ann has finished eggs?

It's so aggrieved.

Zhao Hongshan sighed lightly, "Now they are just tempting. ”

"Once they find out that we don't have the slightest ability to resist, the next step will definitely be thunder."

"The loss of the Wensheng List in February doesn't mean much, if it is still like this in March, we are really in danger."

"Their means of harvesting luck will definitely become more and more exhaustive."

Qin Zhenliang of Songyue Academy slapped the table suddenly, "Zhente Niang's grievance." ”

"It's better to do it with a real knife and a real gun."

"If we really want to fight, we will definitely lose." Shen Shijun of Wansong Academy shook his head, "Although the battle for luck is done to the extreme, at least it still maintains a superficial peace. ”

"Once a war starts, it will be purgatory on earth, and I don't know how many dead and wounded we will have."

"I'm afraid few of us three-grade Confucians will survive."

Wu Zhanchun of Xiangshan Academy smacked his lips, "That's not necessarily." ”

"The country is gone, the academy is gone, we can still go to the temple."

"It's just that this luck in the world has nothing to do with us."

Qin Zhenliang's eyes widened, "Then what kind of three products are these three products?" Luck and grammar can't move. ”

"To put it bluntly, isn't it just to use luck to shake the rules of heaven and earth?"

Zhao Hongshan said, "Maybe in the Holy Temple, we can understand more rules of heaven and earth, and even if we don't have luck, we can exert great power." ”

"All right, guys." Guozi Jianxian Public Relations Xianli pressed his hand, "You and I have been fighting for decades, who still doesn't know whose temperament?" ”

"There is no need to say this kind of frustration again."

"It is only right to seize the time to discuss countermeasures."

Zhao Hongshan said to the other four people, "Have you scribes of five or four grades out of the customs?" ”

"It's no longer okay to let them study the scriptures."

"In such a situation, poetry is the first line of defense against the loss of luck."

Qin Zhenliang nodded, "In March, my Songyue Academy, all the scribes of the Five-Rank Gentleman Realm and the Fourth-Rank Destiny Realm will be recruited out of the customs. ”

"The same is true of my Wansong Academy." Shen Shijun said softly.

"Don't worry, Xiangshan Academy won't hold back." Wu Zhanchun said, "I will understand the priority of the matter. ”

Over there, Guan Xianli, the eunuch of the country, is also echoing.

February has already been lost, and it would be really stupid if March did not attract attention.

"There is another breakthrough in the Six Nations Poetry Conference, and that is the theme of the Poetry Conference." Zhao Hongshan looked around the audience,

"If the final theme is decided is within the scope of our expertise, there may be the strength to fight."

"So on the theme of the poetry meeting, we must not give an inch."

The other four all nodded.

"This poetry meeting must be discussed at the court meeting, and we will also attend."

"Hold on to March, we still have a chance to fight back."

"If we lose again in March, the situation will be really critical."

……

In the early morning of the third day of the third month of March,

The Yong'an Gate in the outer city of the imperial city was opened to welcome the envoys from all over the world, as well as the poets and Confucian scholars who participated in the poetry meeting from all over the world.

On this day, the atmosphere in the sky above the capital gathers like a tide, cleansing the sky.

There are no clouds and clear skies.

On the streets of the capital below, flags are displayed and lanterns are displayed.

All the people in the capital took to the streets.

Today they can get as close to the imperial city as possible without being expelled.

And those scribes, as long as they have occupied the first place on the Wenchang monument in various places, can participate in this poetry meeting.

The first eunuch of the four courts and the imperial court were ruthless, and they wanted to let as many scribes as possible participate in the poetry meeting.

Unleash all the forces that can be mobilized, and also keep the minions of the other five countries out of the country.

They must not be allowed to do whatever they want.

"Boom la la ......"

Suddenly, there was a golden light blooming in the sky, like a huge golden paper spreading out in the sky.

"This poetry meeting is divided into six themes, corresponding to the number of six countries."

"The Qin State set the 'wind' list, the Jin State set the 'water' list, the Zhou State set the 'Dream' list, the Zhao State set the 'Mountain' list, the Qi State set the 'snow' list, and the Chu State set the 'month' list."

"All scribes can write poems under the six lists, and they can fit the theme of the six lists."

There are sharp-eyed people below, softly reading the words on the gold paper,

"In order to ensure fairness and not be interfered with by external luck, this Liubang Poetry Meeting will lock in luck with the spirit treasure of the six countries."

"Those who are at the top of the list can get the luck contained in the luck spirit treasure."

"The luck contained in each Qi Luck Spirit Treasure is equivalent to the total amount of Qi Luck in a house!"

The words on the gold paper quietly appeared.

Everyone who saw the rules exclaimed in amazement, their eyes wide in disbelief.

Ordinary people may not know what the Luck Spirit Treasure is, but as long as they read through these words, they can know its general meaning.

It's a gamble on luck!

The entire Great Jin is only nineteen mansions!

If you lose, won't March be even worse?

……

Anfu, listening to the Snow Pavilion, a white figure raised his head and looked at the sky.

The beautiful face that is as cold as a fairy is more and more extraordinary against the backdrop of brilliance.

"Even the luck spirit treasure has been taken out, and the five countries really don't eat any losses."

In the midst of whispering, I heard the door of the courtyard outside the snow pavilion creak open.

An Chonglou walked in, "Nan Yu, why don't you go to the Imperial City today?" Staying here all day is not good for your health. ”

Over the past few years, Annan Gardenia's body has become thinner and thinner, as if it can be blown away by a gust of wind.

If it weren't for the profound heritage of the An family, which has always been maintained by treasure medicine, I'm afraid that Annan Gardenia would have died.

"I don't really want to go out, I don't have much energy." Annan Yu leaned against the railing of the pavilion and watched the ripples on the lake in front of him that were startled by the red carp from time to time.

An Chonglou sighed lightly, his eyes were full of worry and self-blame, he once prevented his daughter from meeting with Li Changan, but it caused such a bitter fruit.

"Why didn't my father go to the Imperial City? This poetry meeting brought together the luck of the six countries and six governments, and if one of them can be occupied, it will be a great creation. Annan asked softly.

An Chonglou shook his head, his majestic face on weekdays, at this time, there was a lot of tenderness, and he walked to Tingxue Pavilion and sat down.

"The other five countries are afraid that my Great Jin will not lose enough, so they will take out the luck of their own domestic government as a bet and force the Great Jin to follow suit."

"They obviously have the confidence to win, your father and I are average poets, and after the five grades, they even got into the scripture bag, how can they have any confidence to participate in the Six Nations Poetry Conference?"

The words fell, and there was silence in the snow pavilion.

After a long time, An Chonglou spoke, "Nan Yu...... Li Chang'an, he ......"

"Daddy." An Nanyu opened his mouth to interrupt An Chonglou's words, "Don't say it anymore." ”

In the past, An Chonglou was reluctant to mention Li Changan even if he died, but now that his daughter is so weak, how can he continue to be ruthless?

So, he still told the news, "He's still alive." ”

Before the words fell, An Nanyi's eyes lit up suddenly, and he asked tremblingly, "Really...... Are you sure? ”

An Chonglou nodded and said, "Your grandfather just used the method of conjuring spirits yesterday, and he couldn't summon his soul, which means that he is still alive......"

Annan Yu's eyes turned red instantly, big tears fell, and he nodded again and again, "That's good, that's good......"

"That kid from the Zhou family came over and called you to go to the palace together, do you want to go out for a walk?" An Chonglou took the opportunity to ask cautiously.

Annan Yu was stunned for a moment, and then nodded slightly, "Okay, please ask him to wait for a while." ”

"Alas, good, good......" An Chonglou responded with a smile, then got up and walked out of the courtyard, his steps becoming brisker.

Two quarters of an hour later,

With the help of Cuiyue, Annan changed into men's clothes.

was originally as cold as a fairy and the soft appearance of the dust, but at this moment, he has become a sick son of a wealthy family.

Coming to the inner hall, Annan Yu met Zhou Ziyu.

"Brother Zhou, I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you doing recently?"

Zhou Ziyu also smiled and clasped his fists and saluted, "Brother An, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

"I'm pretty good, but looking at Brother An's appearance, I've lost a lot of weight, but I have to pay attention to my body."

Annan Gardenia's lips were a little pale, he took a sip of Guben Yangyuan tea, and took a folding fan from Cuiyue's hand, "Let's go, Brother Zhou, you and I will go to the capital today." ”

Zhou Ziyu smiled, "Let's go, I'm in for a treat today." ”

Saying that, Zhou Ziyu saluted An Chonglou and said goodbye, and then walked out of An Mansion with An Nanyu.

"I heard that some time ago, you went to the North?" Annan Yu asked.

Zhou Ziyu touched his face, "Yes, I went to the northern army for more than half a year, and I barely met the requirements before I could return to Beijing." ”

"What about you? How is everything? ”

An Nan Yu's face was as white as paper, and he shook his head with a smile, "It's not the same as before?" There is nothing lacking in this capital, but it is not as happy as when we were in Dongyue. ”

"Yes...... Zhou Ziyu sighed, "In this huge capital, there are too many high-ranking families, too many rules, and people in it are like birds in a cage, and they are not free." ”

"Looking at you like this, you definitely don't have the intention of going to the Imperial City, why don't we go to Wangfu Ji for a hot pot first?"

Annan Yu looked at Zhou Ziyu in surprise, "There is also a Wangfu Ji in the capital?" ”

Zhou Ziyu nodded, "Is that okay?" It's been open for more than 20 days. ”

"Even the second pot head is the same as before."

"But your body is too weak to drink, and it's okay to make shabu-shabu."

For the first time, a heartfelt smile appeared on Annan's face, "Why can't you drink?" I'm already five pins, what wine can't I drink? ”

"You still have to take it easy, when Brother Li comes back, I have to die of distress when I see you like this." Zhou Ziyu pursed his lips.

"He's going to feel sorry for me?" Annan Yu's eyes were both hopeful and gloomy, "He doesn't even care about his wife, what do you care about what I do?" ”

"I can't help it, Brother An." Zhou Ziyu opened the way in front, "Don't worry, when he comes back, I will take him to make amends to you!" ”

While the two were talking, they came to Wangfu Ji, but they didn't expect it to be overcrowded.

Wangfu Ji has been opened all over the land of ten prefectures, and this is still the first brand in the capital, and it is also very popular.

The two walked into Wangfu Ji and were greeted by a person.

An Nan Yu and Zhou Ziyu were stunned for a moment.

"Ann...... Childe, Zhou Gongzi. The person smiled and hugged his fists.

An Nan Yu and Zhou Ziyu also woke up like a dream and returned the salute, "Uncle Zhang, long time no see." ”

The person who came, it was Zhang Fugui!

used to be in Dongyue City, and he has always followed Li Changan's side.

They know each other naturally.

"Xiao Chen, hurry up and take the two distinguished guests to the Wenbei Pavilion on the third floor."

Zhang Fugui greeted the guys behind him, and then smiled at the two and said, "The two of you will go sit down for a while, and I'll go to toast later." ”

"Uncle Zhang is busy, don't worry about us."

Zhou Ziyu smiled, "Let's just greet ourselves." ”

Laughing goodbye to Zhang Fugui, An Nan Yu and Zhou Ziyu walked to the third floor under the leadership of their buddies.

Sit in the North Pavilion.

Zhou Ziyu frowned slightly and said, "Aren't you strange?" ”

"Why did Uncle Zhang suddenly come to the capital?"

"Even if this is the capital, it's just a shop, so why bother to come to this unfamiliar capital from Dongyue?"

Annan was also surprised.

And as soon as she saw Zhang Fugui, she couldn't help but think of Li Changan.

Although she and Li Changan haven't seen each other for six years, she always remembers the goodbye on the 3,000-mile battlefield in Fengchuan.

His own inscription is still fused with Li Changan's innate fragments.

"Wangfu Ji suddenly opened to the capital, and Uncle Zhang, who had been guarding Dongyue, also came to the capital, and always felt that there was something in it that we didn't know."

Zhou Ziyu smacked his lips and said, "If I meet a few more acquaintances, I wonder if Brother Li is coming to the capital." ”

Annan Yu chuckled and didn't speak, pushing open the window of the private room and looking out into the street.

The golden paper that stretched hundreds of feet across the sky turned into six scrolls and fell.

Each reel represents a leaderboard.

On it, there are six ancient seal characters of "wind", "moon", "mountain", "water", "dream" and "snow", which are shining.

"I said that the five countries are also crazy, in order to further divide the luck of the Great Jin, they have detained their own domestic luck, and they will also have a big gamble."

Zhou Ziyu first poured himself a cup of two pots, and then lightly clicked the copper pot, the grammar quietly flowed, the copper pot heated quickly, and the spicy soup inside boiled immediately.

"Come on, come on, let's eat and see."

"All the poems of this poetry meeting can be seen on this list."

Annan Yu retracted his gaze, "This big gamble is naturally a gamble." ”

"In February, the Wensheng List, the Great Jin lost at least one-twentieth of the luck, plus the passage of places, there will be more on the basis again, probably only slightly less than the luck of the first house."

"Conservative estimates, the March Wensheng List will also lose so much, plus the luck of this poetry meeting."

"Da Jin's loss is huge."

"To put it bluntly, it is a temptation, if the Great Jin can resist strongly, they will be a little more restrained; If the Great Jin can't resist, then they will become more and more unscrupulous. ”

"If you can hold it in March, Dajin still has a way to live, and if you can't hold it, just wait to be slaughtered."

"Unless a war is waged and the fortunes of other countries are plundered through war, the fortunes of the country will eventually collapse completely."

Zhou Ziyu mixed a bowl of hot sauce for himself, added sesame paste, soaked a slice of beef, dipped it in the thick juice and threw it into his mouth, squinting his eyes with enjoyment,

"Hmm...... I've been hungry for this bite for a long time. ”

"The birds have faded out of the mouth in the north, and finally the capital has a Wangfu Ji, so I finally don't have to worry about it anymore."

After eating several chopsticks, Zhou Ziyu smacked his lips and said, "Our poems and essays can't be elegant, we can only wait for the outbreak of war, and then they will be useful." ”

"Our Dajin, although the poetry is not very good, but it is not bad at all in the fight and conquest."

"I dare say that the big guys above must have been discussing the possibility of war."

An Nan Yu ate hot pot and poured himself a cup of two pots, faintly having the illusion of returning to Dongyue, with a look of satisfaction on his face,

"War can only be used as a last resort, and if you really want to fight, I don't know how many people will have to die."

"The key is to look at this time, the so-called Six Nations Poetry Club."

"I hope Dajin can hold on."

Zhou Ziyu also moved his gaze back to the hot pot from the six lists, and threw in a few hand-beaten fish balls, "It would be nice if Brother Li could come back, and he suppressed them all by himself." ”

"Damn, we can't beat them in a fight for the time being...... Write poems, Brother Li can write them all to death! ”

At the same time, outside the private room, there was also the sound of other scribes talking,

"The five countries raised by the son of a bitch, the big deal is the First World War!"

"If Uncle Zhong Yong makes a move, how can they be arrogant?"

"One person who is loyal and brave can support the poetry of a country."

The corners of Annan's mouth were slightly hooked, as if there was a hint of pride.

Li Changan, you have disappeared for so many years, but everyone still remembers you.

Come back early......