(The poems marked with numbers in the previous chapter have provenances, and each class representative can study on their own.) ）

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"He must not be allowed to be so arrogant." The faces of the eight Wenzong of the Jin Kingdom were extremely ugly, and the skin and flesh on their faces were shaking.

Wei Wen said to the others, "I still have a poem here, you can compete for other gold list scrolls, if you can occupy the top spot on other gold list scrolls, then it will not be a defeat!" ”

Everyone looked at each other and nodded in unison.

With that, Wei Wen walked out of the crowd.

Not long after, a poem appeared on the gold list scroll.

The golden light once again shone in the sky.

However, this poem is only a little higher than the position of "Jingxi", and it is still behind the poems written by Zhou Guojiwen.

In the envoy team of the Zhou State, the scribes of the Zhou State all had a faint smile on their faces.

"This Jin Kingdom is also interesting, knowing that it is not my opponent, it is still embarrassing there."

"His Royal Highness Prince Ji, he is a rare poetry genius in my Great Zhou Dynasty, how can an old scribe match it?"

"With His Royal Highness Prince Ji alone, it is enough to suppress the world's poetry and songs!"

"The talent in the world is divided into ten buckets, and His Royal Highness Prince Ji will occupy eight buckets of ......"

Ji Wen sat on the chair and looked at the tens of thousands of scribes gathered in the huge Yong'an Square below, and couldn't help but shake his head,

"Go ahead, occupy a few more gold list scrolls, and make the world famous for my Great Zhou!"

The other scribes of the Zhou Kingdom all went away.

Soon, the six gold list scrolls were full of gold, and the scribes of the Zhou State began to sweep the road of the six lists.

And other countries were not willing to be left behind, and quickly intervened.

Zhou Guo has already taken the lead in occupying the top of the two lists, and he can't let him specialize in beauty, at least he must keep the gold list he has laid out.

In the sky above the capital, the golden light rain flew one by one, and the strong cultural atmosphere turned into a tsunami, sweeping all directions.

Eventually, it converged into a great lake of culture, shrouding the sky.

All the people in the capital have felt the benefits of subtly strengthening the body after the cultural qi enters the body.

Every poetry meeting is of great benefit to the ordinary people in the place where it is held.

However, behind this benefit, there is a tragic battle of luck.

On Yong'an Square, there were almost 30,000 scribes, all looking up at the gold list scroll above their heads.

"The other five countries have already started to do ......"

"They are ready to completely suppress us and divide up my Great Jin luck!"

"They must not be allowed to succeed!"

"We can't wait any longer, we all shoot, tens of thousands of poems, there should always be one that can rush forward."

……

This luck war, at the very beginning, entered a white-hot stage.

There is no possibility of leaving hands between the six countries, and there will be no face-saving at all.

It is a matter of the luck of each country, and no one can afford to lose.

The gold list scrolls that you have laid out should also be the most advantageous field, hold your own position, and then grab the top spot of the other gold list scrolls.

It is a tacit and unified approach of all countries.

However, the Jin Kingdom lost its position.

Not only the Zhou State, but also the Qi State and the Chu State also had scribes, competing for the top spot on the "water" list, but they were still weaker than the poems written by Ji Wen.

But it is no worse than Wei Wen, and even the poems written by the scribes of the Qi State squeezed Wei Wen's second poem down.

Jin Guo only ranked third on the gold list scroll of his own cloth!

For a time, the whole city was in an uproar.

is already so tragic on the "water" list, and on the other five lists, it is even more heart-wrenching.

On Yong'an Square, more than 30,000 scribes slowly lost their voices.

No matter how much unwillingness and unwillingness there is, he also bowed his head in the face of the cruel reality.

If you have the intention to kill the thief, you can't return to the sky!

There were more than 30,000 scribes on his side, but they were defeated by dozens of scribes from the other five countries.

The least Qin State is only fifteen people, but it firmly occupies the top of the "wind" list.

Although the Qin State lagged behind other countries in the other gold list scrolls, it at least held its own position.

Don't even lose your own domestic luck.

On the other hand, it is not an exaggeration to describe the Jin Kingdom as a rout on all fronts.

Quiet, spreading like a disease.

In Yong'an Square, more and more scribes lost their voices.

What to do?

This was the only thought on the minds of all scribes.

And this silence has also spread from Yongan Square to the entire capital.

But everyone who knew that they were the people of the Great Jin Dynasty felt an indescribable sense of grievance.

This kind of feeling, I can't do it directly, it's better than being defeated in poetry and writing, watching the other five countries ride on their heads to show off their might.

In the end, he has to rob his own domestic fortune.

"it, I'm going to copy the guys now, cut down all those guys, I see who dares to snatch luck in my Dajin!"

A martial artist's eyes were red, and he stepped on the ground with one foot, wishing to break into Yong'anmen now and kill the scribes of the other five countries.

"How could you lose so badly!? Our scribes were powerless! ”

"Hemp egg!"

"Don't be impulsive, the other party has a three-grade Confucian envoy with the team, even those scribes from other countries are all five-grade gentlemen, you can't even enter the Yong'an Gate, you will only make jokes in vain."

Someone beside Takeo spoke.

"Jokes?" Takeo pointed to the six gold list scrolls in the sky, "What could be more funny than this?" ”

"Grass!"

This martial artist is just a microcosm of the huge capital.

Many martial artists who are not qualified to participate in the poetry meeting are eager to go to war directly and chop people up.

It's too aggrieved, I didn't move a single soldier, I didn't die even one person, but I lost my luck for no reason.

How can you not be angry?

In Wong Fook Kee, all diners either walk out onto the street or look out the window.

Everyone's minds were attracted by the six gold list scrolls in the sky.

Originally, Wei Wen's poems and essays occupied the first place on the "water" list, and they could still talk and laugh, eat and drink.

But the situation has taken a turn for the worse, and no one can sit still.

There seemed to be nails on the seat, and I couldn't sit down at all, I just felt that my heart was on fire, but I could only watch dryly, and I was depressed.

"Special Zhou Guo, Lao Tzu can't wait to send troops directly to kill him!" Zhou Ziyu scolded.

Annan Yu's eyes were also full of worry, "The disadvantage is too great, and today is only the first day." ”

"If you can't regain the 'water' list, the entire poetry will last for fifteen days, and my Dajin will be equivalent to being nailed to the pillar of shame and whipped for fifteen days!"

"Compared to this, taking away the luck is just a trivial matter, and the backbone of my Great Jin scribe is really going to be broken."

Zhou Ziyu looked at An Nanyu, "Can you still use that poem?" ”

Annan Yu knew which song he was talking about, and shook his head, "If it could be used, I would have used it a long time ago." ”

"It's been six years since that poem came out, how could I use it here?"

……

Inside the palace,

Dugu Cao sat on the dragon chair, in the Taihe Palace, there is a grammar reflection technique, reflecting all the outside world situation.

A group of courtiers also stood in the hall, looking at the six gold list scrolls, the ranking of the Great Jin Dynasty poems and essays was constantly squeezed down, and their hearts were mixed and very sad.

"What can you do Aiqing?" Dugu Cao looked very calm, and his mood was invisible, but listening to the sound, it was like an iceberg for ten thousand years, so cold that people's blood had to stop flowing.

Her gaze swept over every minister's body, "Can Aiqing help me Dajin?" ”

In the Taihe Palace, none of the ministers spoke, and they all bowed their heads.

"What a Six Kingdoms Poetry Society......" Dugu Cao snorted coldly, his eyes showing a cold light, "I used to have amazing talents in Dajin, but I was brutalized by some ill-intentioned people. ”

"In the past, I always thought that the party would fight against differences within a country, but now the country has been opened."

"In just over a month, we have lost the good luck that took Uncle Zhong Yong two years to make up!"

"Tell me...... Where is the road to Dajin? ”

"Where!?"

Dugu Cao "bang", slapped the dragon chair, and then left the Taihe Palace.

The ministers in the hall did not dare to move, and the dead silence tormented everyone present.

For the sake of national fortune, they don't know how many means they have used.

But now Dajin's luck is like a pool of water leaking a big hole, and it looks like it is about to pass away, and those efforts in the past can't even catch up with what was lost in a month or two.

Such despair cannot be understood unless it has been experienced personally.

……

Four courts and one prison,

The five third-grade Confucians gathered together again, looking at the gold list scrolls in the sky, all of them were extremely ugly.

"Apart from those eight top Wen Sects, is there anyone else who can play?" Qin Zhenliang was the first to ask,

"If I can't raise my head if I lose on the first day, my Dajin will really be over."

Wu Zhanchun sighed, "Poetry competition, there are many people and there is no use, it depends entirely on poetry." ”

"It is basically impossible for one person to suppress one country in war, but it is not impossible for one person to suppress the world."

"If ......"

He didn't say the rest of the words, and everyone understood what he was going to say.

If Li Changan is still there, he may be able to defend against foreign enemies and guard the country in poetry and literature!

It's just that......

Zhao Hongshan opened his mouth and said, "In this way, the four academies and one prison jointly issued an order, and all the masters of the Wen Sect must take action and write at least one poem." ”

"Maybe there will be a poem or two that will be brilliant."

Guan Xianli nodded in agreement, "That's the only way, I hope there will be a miracle." ”

……

But miracles, did not appear.

Even if all the people in the capital are looking forward to a miracle, in the face of the huge gap, hope is just hope.

At the end of the first day,

In the "water" list of Zhang Bu of the Jin State, the Zhou State ranked first, followed by the Qi State, and the Jin State ranked third.

Zhou Guo Zhang Bu's "dream" list, Zhou Guo ranked first, and Jin Guo only ranked tenth.

In the "wind" list of Zhang Bu of the Qin State, the Qin State ranked first and the Jin State ranked seventh.

Zhao Guo Zhang Bu's "mountain" list, Zhao Guo ranked first, and Jin Guo ranked eighth.

In the "snow" list of Zhang Bu of Qi State, Qi State ranked first and Jin State ranked sixth.

Zhang Bu's "Yue" gang of Chu State, Chu State ranked first, and Jin State only ranked seventh.

It is appropriate to describe the Jin Kingdom on the first day of the Six Nations Poetry Conference with a comprehensive rout.

And among them, Zhou and Qi, the strongest poetic talents in the two countries, have not even fully shot.

Ji Wen of the Zhou State only wrote one poem, and suppressed the "water" list, and did not write any other poems.

And Jiang Xing of Qi State didn't write a single poem, and sat on the platform the whole time, motionless.

I can't imagine what changes they will bring to the poems of the Six Nations if they take out poems.

At that time, the ranking of the Jin Kingdom will inevitably be squeezed down again.

Dark clouds overwhelm the city, and there is no daylight.

At the end of the first day of the poetry meeting, the people of the entire capital were like mourning and losing their souls.

Most people's minds can't help but have a thought,

"Da Jin...... Is it really going to be over? ”