"Look at it, the glow has reappeared, what is it this time, it seems that there is only one song. In the royal capital, the people who came to see the excitement again cheered, and their eyes were all looking at the night sky, and so were the scholars.

"This is a poem, this is a good word!" a businessman exclaimed loudly, "I feel my blood boiling when I read it." ”

"I-" Zhou Qian wanted to scold, but the words were suffocated, he just ridiculed Ying Wuxin and couldn't write lyrics, but he didn't expect a song to appear in a blink of an eye, looking at the quality, it was very good, even if he was at this level, he was also touched.

The word...... Alas, it's a pity. An old man sighed, words are excellent words, but unfortunately, it was the self-proclaimed Taoist who should have no intention of doing it, if they made such words, he would die without regrets.

If he can make such words, the old man is very sure in his heart, and he is willing to exchange his life.

Because this one word is enough to make his name pass down through the ages.

Since then, no one has been able to respond to the right of poetry and songs. Liu Yuan sighed.

Qin He, Lu Sanqian, Kong Jingwen, Meng Feiyu, Chen An and others looked at the Hongxia text in the air in a daze, their faces were full of stagnant expressions, and they couldn't say a word for a long time.

Ying Wuxin wrote 100,000 poems in one day, and now he has written an excellent word, which is to spread out the hole cards and say that he won this competition, and no matter how he compares later, the result is the same.

Because poems can be 100,000, and words can reach such heights.

"How can we compare?" Meng Feiyu said with a sad face.

A young man came over and whispered: "I made a rough count just now, and it really meets the requirements of the poem, and we only have five thousand here." ”

Everyone's hearts sank suddenly, this is just the beginning, there is a two-thirds unqualified elimination rate, and then everyone's literature and thinking will gradually run out, and the consequences will only be worse.

"It looks like we're going to lose this time. Chen An said with a gloomy face.

Kong Jingwen thought for a while, and proposed: "Now that someone takes the initiative to admit defeat, he can save a little face for the scholars of the Jin Kingdom, if it continues until a month later, we can certainly write thousands more poems, but what is the use of that, the quantity is not more than the intention, and the quality is much inferior, when he recovers, and then write 100,000 words, we will only lose even more." ”

"Right now, we just have a competition in poetry, it doesn't matter if we lose, anyway, there are many themes in literature, but it really angers Ying Wuxin, with his ability, write more than a dozen articles on various themes, and in the future, we readers will have no future, and the descendants of future generations will be suppressed forever, do you want to see such a situation?"

The faces of the people who said this were full of despair, and their bodies were even more cold, if it was before, they would never believe such nonsense, but now that they have seen Ying Wuxin's actions with their own eyes, they have to pay attention to it, if they really come to that point, they will never say it, and they will also affect the children and grandchildren of future generations, and if they don't get it, they will end up infamous through the ages.

"Then who's going to say?" Qin He asked.

This is a big problem, after all, many scholars have not yet shown their strength, and some scholars have not entered the royal capital, although it is useless to know that these people are coming, but in this way, they admit defeat on their behalf, and they are destined to bear endless infamy in the future.

The eyes of the other people all looked straight at Qin He, and the meaning could not be more obvious, this matter is led by you, and it is naturally up to you to end it.

Qin He was full of bitterness, he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, and he wanted to scold these people for being shameless and pushing himself out as a shield.

But if you think you should take the lead in the beginning, you should indeed take the lead in the end.

But once you really do this, your life will be completely ruined, you are only a teenager, and you are looking forward to a better future, I originally hoped to defeat Ying Wuxin through this competition, and won the support of many readers in China, but as a result, reality gave him the most cruel slap.

Qin He wordlessly squeezed away everyone, walked in front of Liu Yuan, and said with a desperate face: "Uncle Cousin, what should I do?"

Liu Yuan glanced at the old men on the left and right, and did not shy away from suspicion, and said: "What to do, just do it, but Uncle Cousin wants to give you a suggestion as a person who has come over, and after the incident, I should apologize to Ying Wuxin, this is what you should do." ”

With a sigh in his heart, Qin He's heart completely sank into the abyss, but his cousin's words behind him made him see a glimmer of light.

"Understood. ”

Qin He nodded solemnly and walked to the inn, he wanted to admit defeat on behalf of everyone, but he wouldn't just admit defeat directly, it would be too stupid, it would be completely self-defeating.

When Kong Jingwen and the others saw Qin He leaving, their faces became anxious, they glanced at each other, sighed, and dispersed.

At night, the royal capital is brightly lit, and a hundred poetry platforms are still placed everywhere, and the readers go up in batches, write down the poems they have conceived, leave them fair, and leave them by name after reciting.

With the emperor's permission, there will be no curfew at night in the royal capital for a month, and with such an opportunity, as well as the duel between the scholars of the Jin Kingdom and the talented man of Ying, the people are naturally willing to go out at night to watch the game.

But there is no Ying Da talent behind this, only those who read, and everyone will inevitably be happy, because the speed of those readers is too slow, and some of them go up, but they can't write things, and when they write out, everyone listens to the recitation, and they feel that it is not as smooth and catchy as Ying Dacai's writing.

Most ordinary people have such a little level of cognition of poetry, but this level does not affect their love for poetry.

For a while, the audience was full of people who recited poems that should not be intentional, and the readers listened and watched on the side, and they were even more annoyed and embarrassed, but there was no way.

So after three days, most of the readers have not gone to the poetry platform to compose poems, hiding in the inn sulking, the results of the statistics have become clearer and clearer, the poems that meet the requirements on their side, barely reached 8,000, this is only to see the number and the poems that meet the requirements, the other flaws in it are all ignored, just a little number, and the results of the statistics should not be intentional, the poems that meet the requirements have been more than 30,000, the reason why it is a little small, it is because the number is too much, and the latter has not been counted.

However, the pass rate of up to ninety percent makes the readers understand that they will definitely lose, not to mention that the content of Ying Wuxin's poems is basically among the best, so if the competition continues, it will only be all the readers in the Jin Kingdom who will lose face.

Gradually, many scholars felt uneasy and wanted to end this game as soon as possible and end this humiliating thing.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Qin He gathered everyone and held a discussion meeting.

"Who can continue to write poetry, please raise your hand?"

On the square, many scholars wanted to raise their hands, but after thinking about it, they finally put their hands down, and in the end, only a few dozen people still insisted.

"How many more poems can you make? a month. Qin He asked again.

"Three or five songs. ”

"One or two. ”

"Seven or eight. ”

"Then will everyone count?" Qin He asked again, everyone was silent for a while, and no one answered, because they had already announced the results on their side, and the poems that met the requirements were only eight thousand, and Ying Wuxin's side had already been tens of thousands, and there would be more later.