The ministers celebrated and applauded.

Then the eunuch left the palace and announced the oath of the two princes, and the holy decree of the king to bestow the land.

In the royal capital, the scholars were gloomy, and the last bit of hope in their hearts was shattered, and there would never be any turnaround.

The huge loss after the disappointment made the hearts of many readers begin to grow angry and burn in their chests.

"Defeat should be unintentional. ”

"Defeat should be unintentional. ”

"Defeat should be unintentional. ”

The excited readers shouted slogans and flocked to the poetry stations in various places in the royal capital, although they were extremely resentful, but now Ying Wuxin was extremely powerful, and they were indignant, and they could shout out, this is the only sentence.

This is to boost the morale of the side that is playing for themselves, and it is not a slander, so the court and the White Tigers here can't stop it, so they can only let the scholars shout like this.

The people who watched the excitement also came to be interested, and flocked away, although they were not fully literate, and they did not understand poetry, but this could not stop their love of watching the excitement.

The entire royal capital was boiling, and a large number of scholars were divided into a hundred batches, and they flocked to the hundred poetry transmission platforms arranged by the royal capital, preparing to start a war with Ying Wuyi.

Use poetry as a weapon to compete with real swords and guns.

On one side, the person in charge of statistics, the reading boy was also in place.

In the palace, Yang Shuyu told the situation of the royal capital, and after listening, Wen Liangxiao looked at Ying Wuxin and said, "Ying Dacai, I heard that you have a gambling contract with a domestic scholar?"

"Yes, if the minister loses, you must promise them to do one thing, and if they lose, you must also promise the minister one thing. Ying Wuxin smiled.

"Are you sure?"

"Do your best. "This time, Ying Wuxin is a lot more humble.

There was a burst of criticism in the hearts of the ministers below, this kid will know that he is pretending to be modest, and when he argues with the reader, why don't you see that you are a little modest.

However, they also know that this matter has been difficult to ride, and they should have no intention of moving forward, and there is no other way.

"I just hope I don't lose too badly. ”

"Well, I wonder what those angry readers will make Ying Wuxin do?"

"Ying Wuxin, this kid is too arrogant, I hope that after this time, I can have a snack. ”

"Be honest and low-key. ”

In the hearts of the ministers, they all had similar thoughts.

On the side of the White Tiger Team, many cultivators applauded, shouting loudly to cheer for Ying Wuxin, they now have increased power and resources, all of which are due to Ying Wuxin, naturally grateful, as for writing poems or something, how to compete, they don't understand, but they have seen Ying Wuxin knock down hundreds of thousands of monsters with one move, and they all believe that it should be easy for Ying Wuxin to defeat these scholars.

There are only two women, Sun Xiaoman and Bai Miaozhen are a little worried.

Wang Banxian buried his head in eating and drinking, feasting, and didn't care about these at all, because he already knew the result, Li Zhengdao and Zhou Kun glanced at each other, their expressions were different, the former was still calm and calm, and the latter was faintly worried, but it was not obvious.

Wen Yu got up, took the wine and said: "This king wishes a great talent, a victorious start, and a triumphant return." ”

"Thank you for your auspicious words, and the grass people are grateful. "You should not return the salute.

"Go, I await the news of your victory. Wen Liang smiled.

Ying turned around and walked away towards the palace gate.

Originally, he had no intention of making poems to celebrate at the banquet, but now that there is this competition, he must pour a place where everyone outside can see to show that he is not cheating, and this celebration poem can only be done outside.

In this regard, Wen Liang didn't mind at all, he was also looking forward to Ying Wuxin's wonderful performance after going out, if he really won the domestic scholars, he should not intend to let them surrender when the time came, they all had to surrender, once and for all, they could solve the biggest disaster of the Jin country, how could Wen Liang let go of such a precious opportunity.

With a look at Yang Shuyu, Wen Liang lay on the chair and waited quietly.

Yang Shuyu naturally understood, and immediately recruited people to come and start preparations, since they should not have the intention of going outside to write poems now, then they must find a way to send it back as soon as possible and show it to His Majesty.

Not only His Majesty, but also the hundred officials at this banquet, the cultivators of the White Tiger Team, the members of the royal family of the Wen family, etc.

Yang Shuyu had already arranged the process for this matter, and in a short time, a teleportation route from the poetry platform outside the palace to the palace was completed.

Ying Wuxin walked to the poetry platform outside the palace gate, and a bright area was illuminated by the lights, and there were several old men sitting, and the leader was Liu Yuan.

These are all the literary circles of the Jin Kingdom, half of them taught in the Songqi Academy, and were brought by Liu Yuan, and the others came spontaneously, and now they are gathered together to strengthen the momentum for the scholars of the Jin Kingdom.

After all, it was a senior, Ying Wuxin went on stage, saluted a few old men, and then looked at the venue next to him, where there were hundreds of people standing, all dressed in the same costume, and he didn't have to guess to know that he was going to participate in the competition.

It was Qin He who was the leader, followed by Kong Jingwen, Lu Sanqian, Meng Feiyu, Chen An and other more famous scholars, and even Fang Cheng was standing behind.

Obviously, this place was regarded as the most important battlefield by the scholars, so they sent the most talented people to come, vowing to suppress Ying Wuxin first.

"Ying Dacai, now you still have a chance to admit defeat, as long as you make up for your previous mistakes, we can not blame the past. Qin He's eyes were sharp, and his tone was not good.

Ying Wuxin smiled and said: "What so much nonsense? Isn't it just that there are many people? Although I have only one person, it is only easy to overpower all of you." ”

"Hubris. ”

"Don't be ashamed. ”

"After losing, I want you to regret it this time. ”

"One person actually wants to overshadow the tens of thousands of scholars in our Jin Kingdom, dream about it. ”

The few old men on the opposite side could still bear it, but the young scholars in the back obviously couldn't bear it, so they ridiculed each other on the spot.

"Okay, let's get started, I'll be the first to do it. Qin He walked up to the poetry platform and prepared to write.

Ying Wuxin also picked up the brush, but looked at the roof of the royal capital in the distance, sighed slightly, a hundred platforms started at the same time, and he was unable to deal with it at the same time.

"The game is on. ”

Outside the palace gate, a eunuch shouted loudly.

The soldiers who had traveled all the way from the palace gate to the square were in a daze and retreated to make way for the people who carried the poems to walk.

Wen He sat in the position of the cabinet, seeing that the little eunuchs along the way looked a little nervous, thought about it, got up and said: "Your Majesty, it is better to leave the work of transmitting poems to the ministers, other personnel, I am afraid that the transmission will not be timely." ”

Wen Liang was a little surprised, thought about it, and said with a smile: "Wenhe Dao Sect has a heart, since this is the case, then there is Lao Wen Dao Dao Sect." ”

The ministers were excited, Wen Dao Sect can turn into Hongxia, this work of transmitting poems to him must be fast, and extraordinary, after all, this is the Dao Sect's move to transmit poems.

Wen He got up to say goodbye and went outside the palace.

In a moment, a red glow rose in the darkness, turned into a hundred, and flew in different directions of the royal capital, reaching the sky above every poetry podium, as well as on the banquet square of the palace.