One morning after dawn, a piece of news spread like wildfire in the market.
Today, the emperor agreed to the request of the envoys of the Qi State, and tomorrow the competition will be held in the palace, in the streets and alleys, everywhere... Countless people in the capital are discussing this matter.
"Damn Qi people, they actually came to our capital to act wildly. It's time to show them some color."
"Just a few people wanting to challenge the entire capital is simply arrogant!"
"Tomorrow is the last shame!"
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These days, from high officials and aristocrats to ordinary people, the people of Kyoto are actually holding a sigh of relief in their hearts.
Qin Xiang lost, Shi Gui lost, Chess Master lost, and lost to a few unknown people from Qi State. As Jing Guo people, they also feel ashamed.
Not only embarrassing, but also aggrieved.
What's aggrieved is that they didn't use any conspiracy at all, and they were engaged in a civil war in an upright manner. There were only a few people, and they forced the great Confucianists to close their doors to thank guests, hiding at home and not daring to see people, and even the peddlers selling buns on the street felt ashamed. There is no light.
This is good, I can finally regain my face and regain my confidence. Everyone is looking forward to defeating those arrogant and arrogant people in a dignified manner tomorrow.
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"Qi people are arrogant, there are only a few people, and they are trying to challenge our entire Jingguo. Tomorrow is the first competition. Is there any Qing family who is willing to fight for our Jingguo?" Looking at the ministers, he said loudly.
The generals looked at themselves randomly, with relaxed expressions, as if they didn't care at all. Tomorrow's battle is a civil war, which has nothing to do with them.
When fighting, it is their battlefield.
The civil servants lowered their heads one after another, fearing that they would be pointed out, and did not dare to meet His Majesty's eyes.
The envoy of the State of Qi is despicable and cunning, the old guy who said "he has played chess for a few years, and he only understands it a little bit", is basically a national player in the hands of the country, even the chess master Bai Yu lost. win
Bai Yu is in his prime, when his chess power is at its peak, he is recognized as the number one in Jingguo, but even he is not his opponent, who else dares to stand up at this moment
If he loses, he will become a sinner of Jingguo, and his reputation will be ruined for many years. No one is willing to take this risk.
For a moment, the court hall, which should have been extremely noisy, became extremely quiet.
"Is it true that no one in our dynasty dares to fight?" Emperor Jing showed disappointment on his face. In fact, when the envoy of Qi State made this request, he had only one choice.
All the subjects in Kyoto, including envoys from other countries, are watching another collision between Qi State and Jing State under the battlefield. The significance of this competition is related to the backbone of the country and the integrity of the nation. In the war, Jing Guo once again overwhelmed Qi State and gained a great reputation, or was suppressed by Qi State, and the people's hearts were frustrated. No matter what the result was, Jing Guo could not avoid this competition or competition.
"well… "
In the silent court hall, there was a sudden sigh, and a trembling figure walked in from outside the hall, bowed twice to Emperor Jing, and said: "Return to Your Majesty, the old minister is willing to fight!"
An eunuch was supporting the old man with fear on his face, and the guards at the door didn't even dare to block him.
"Teacher Wang!"
"No, no!"
"Your Majesty, the Taifu is very old, this matter must not be done!"
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When the old man with white hair and beard and wrinkled face stood up, all the officials were stunned for a moment, and immediately there was an uproar, all admonishing them.
This Wang Taifu is more than eighty years old. He has gone through several generations of emperors. In terms of seniority, he is much older than Qin Xiang and Shen Xiang. He is one of the few old people who have achieved great achievements in the court. Why is there an exception today? If this old man is allowed to play chess with Qi people, Jing Guo will be full of civil and military affairs, and he will be ashamed to see others in the future...
"Teacher, what are you doing... give me a seat!" Emperor Jing stood up from the dragon chair and hurriedly ordered around. Immediately, a guard moved a seat, but the old man did not sit down, and continued to bow and said, "Old minister, don't you?" Cai, I just happened to have played chess for a few years, since no one in the civil and military courts in the Manchu Dynasty is willing, why don't we let the veterans play, and I hope His Majesty will agree."
Emperor Jing walked down from the top and said with a wry smile, "Teacher, why are you bothering?"
The old man sighed leisurely, and said: "We must not let outsiders think that there is no one in Jingguo!"
When the old man's old voice came out, shame appeared on the faces of all the officials. At this moment, a figure walked out from the crowd, bowed and said, "Your Majesty, I am willing to fight!"
"Ma Zhongcheng..."
"How could Ma Zhongcheng..."
"That's right, there is only Ma Zhongcheng. Ma Zhongcheng and Chess Master Bai Yu are close friends. The two often play chess together. Bai Yu once said frankly that if the two play chess seriously, the outcome is still unknown..."
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The person who stood up at the right time was Zhongcheng, the imperial censor of this dynasty. Everyone in the court had heard about his chess skills, and they couldn't help feeling a little hopeful in their hearts.
"In this case, the poetry competition, let the old man do it." A director of the Imperial College stood up.
"I also want to argue with that great Wenzong, and I hope His Majesty will make it happen." The person who spoke was a scholar of Hongwenguan.
After the three stood up, the courtiers did not fight for it. After all, Ma Zhongcheng was excellent at chess, Wei Siye was good at poetry, and Master Zhou had studied books in Hongwen Hall all his life. Among the courtiers in the last two games of poetry and classics, There are no more suitable candidates than them.
Among the crowd, Jing Zhaoyin and Dong Wenyun frowned. Wei Siye's poetic attainments were indeed extraordinary. When he was young, he was even known as the number one talented scholar in Kyoto because of his poems, but he was still a bit less famous than Poetry Ghost. , the hero of the state of Qi, but even the ghost of poetry is ashamed, how can Wei Siye win
When it comes to poetry, the first thing that comes to his mind is of course that person.
Known as the number one gifted scholar in Jingguo, all of his poems have been widely circulated. If he had mastered these poems, it would be safer, but...
Dong Wenyun wanted to mention that name, but Wei Siye had already stepped forward, so it was difficult for him to speak again, not to mention, that name is quite sensitive in today's court, so he could only shake his head helplessly, suppressing the thoughts in his heart Down.
"Since that's the case, Ma Qing, Wei Qing and Zhou Qing will take part in this battle." Emperor Jing's expression softened, and he announced in public.
When the court was dispersed, all the officials came out one after another, but their steps were not easy.
Although His Majesty has already decided on a candidate, they still don't have much chance of winning in their hearts.
A generation of Wen Zong, the highest poetic talent in the millennium, Daqi Qihun..., any one of these titles can crush people to death, who dares to claim victory
The shameless envoys of the State of Qi brought almost all of their existence under pressure. The hope of civil warfare is slim, and it seems that we can only hope for martial arts...
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"This opportunity is once in a thousand years. Tomorrow the palace must be very lively. You really don't want to go and see it?" Li Xuan stood in front of Li Yi and said seductively.
"No." Li Yi said without hesitation.
He found that the two bows still looked comfortable, but the tailor's craftsmanship was too poor. When Lao Fang went to Qunyuyuan today, he had to ask him to hire another reliable tailor.
"You don't have to worry about grounding. Uncle Huang doesn't have time to care about us now, and I promise those censors won't care about us either." Li Xuan was looking forward to tomorrow's excitement, and continued to bewitch.
Li Yi seemed to be a little moved, and finally looked up at him, picked up the things in his hand, shook them in front of his eyes, and asked, "Do you think one bow is more beautiful or two?"
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