Happy Little Scholar

One morning after court, a piece of news spread like wildfire in the market.

Today, I agreed to the Qi envoy's request for a competition, and the competition will be held in the palace tomorrow. There are hooks and fences everywhere in the streets and alleys... Countless people in Kyoto are discussing this matter.

"The damn Qi people actually came to our Kyoto to run wild. We should have given them some color a long time ago."

"A few people want to challenge the entire Kyoto, it's simply arrogant!"

"Avenging shame will be tomorrow!"

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These days, people in Kyoto, ranging from officials and nobles to ordinary people, are actually holding their breath in their hearts.

The Prime Minister of Qin lost, the Shigui lost, the chess master lost, and they lost to a few unknown people from the Qi State. As people from the Jing State, they also felt embarrassed.

Not only is it embarrassing, it’s also frustrating.

What makes me feel aggrieved is that they did not use any conspiracy at all, but carried out a civil war openly and openly. With only a few people, they forced the great scholars to close their doors and thank guests, and hid in their homes without seeing anyone. Even the vendors selling steamed buns on the street felt embarrassed. There is no light on it.

It's good now, I can finally regain my face and regain my confidence. Everyone is looking forward to defeating those arrogant people in an upright manner tomorrow.

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"Qi people are arrogant, and only a few people want to challenge our entire Jingguo. Tomorrow is the first match of the competition. Which Qing family is willing to challenge for our Jingguo?" Above the golden palace, Emperor Jing sat firmly on the dragon throne and glanced around. Looking at the ministers, he said loudly.

The generals were looking at each other indifferently, with relaxed expressions, as if they didn't care at all. Tomorrow's battle was a civil war and had nothing to do with them. It was just a rotten thing. They just wanted to wait and watch the excitement.

When fighting, it is their battlefield.

The civil servants lowered their heads one after another, fearing that they would be criticized and did not dare to look at His Majesty.

The envoy of the State of Qi is despicable and cunning. The old guy who said "I have played chess for a few years and only understand it a little" is actually a national player in the country. Even Bai Yu, the chess master, lost. Who dares to say that he can do it in the civil and military dynasties? win?

Bai Yu was in his prime, at the peak of his chess prowess, and was recognized as the number one in Jingguo. However, he was not even his opponent. Who else dared to stand up at this moment?

If he loses, he will become Jingguo's sinner and his reputation will be ruined for many years. No one is willing to take this risk.

For a time, the court that was supposed to be extremely noisy suddenly became silent.

"Is it true that no one in our court dares to fight?" Emperor Jing had a look of disappointment on his face. In fact, when the Qi envoy made this request, he had only one choice.

All the subjects in Kyoto, including envoys from other countries, are watching another collision between Qi and Jing on the battlefield. The significance of this competition is about the backbone of the country and the integrity of the nation. It is no less important than a In the war, whether Jingguo once again overwhelmed Qiguo and its prestige increased, or whether it was suppressed by Qiguo and the people's morale was frustrated. No matter what the outcome was, Jingguo could not avoid this competition or competition.

"well……"

In the silent court, a sigh suddenly came, and a trembling figure walked in from outside the hall, bowed twice to Emperor Jing, and said: "Your Majesty, I am willing to fight!"

A eunuch supported the old man with a look of fear on his face, and the guard at the door didn't even dare to stop him.

"Taifu Wang!"

"No, no!"

"Your Majesty, Taifu is already old, so this must not be done!"

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When this old man with white hair and beard and wrinkles on his face stood up, all the officials were stunned for a moment, then immediately became uproar and started admonishing him one after another.

This Grand Tutor Wang is already over eighty years old. He has been through several generations of emperors. In terms of qualifications, he is much older than Prime Minister Qin and Prime Minister Shen. He is one of the few old people who have made great achievements in the court. He does not need to go to court on weekdays, but he does not know Why are we making an exception today? If this old man is allowed to play chess with the Qi people, the civil and military officials in Jingguo will probably not be able to see anyone in the future...

"Teacher, what are you doing... Please sit down quickly!" Emperor Jing stood up from the dragon chair and hurriedly ordered around. Immediately, a guard brought a seat, but the old man did not sit down and continued to bow and said: "Old minister, I'm not talented, and I happen to have been playing chess for a few years. Since no one in the civil and military circles is willing, why not let me go to fight and hope that your majesty will agree."

Emperor Jing walked down from above and said with a wry smile: "Teacher, why are you doing this?"

The old man sighed leisurely and said: "We can't let outsiders think that there is no one in our country!"

When the old man's voice came out, a look of shame appeared on the faces of the officials. At this time, a figure walked out of the crowd, bowed and said: "Your Majesty, I am willing to go to war!"

"Ma Zhongcheng..."

"How could Ma Zhongcheng..."

"Yes, there is only Ma Zhongcheng. Ma Zhongcheng and chess master Bai Yu are close friends. The two often compete together to learn chess skills. Bai Yu once said frankly that if the two of them play chess seriously, the outcome is still unknown..."

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The person who stood up at the right time was the imperial censor Zhongcheng. Everyone in the court had heard about his chess skills, and they couldn't help but have some hope in their hearts.

"In that case, let me do the poetry competition." A secretary from the Imperial College stood up.

"I also want to debate the meaning of the scriptures with the great Wenzong, and I hope that your majesty will do it." The speaker was a bachelor of Hongwenguan.

After these three people came forward, the courtiers did not fight over each other. After all, Ma Zhongcheng was very good at chess, Wei Siye was good at poetry, and the great scholar Zhou spent his whole life studying in Hongwen Hall. After these two poems and classics, among the courtiers, There is no more suitable candidate than them.

In the crowd, Jingzhao Yin Dong Wenyun frowned. Wei Siye's poetry attainments were indeed extraordinary. When he was young, he was even known as the first talent in Kyoto because of his poetry, but he was still a little less famous than the Poet Ghost. The Qi Junjie was even inferior to the Poet Ghost, so how could Wei Siye win?

Speaking of poetry, the first person that came to his mind was of course that person.

Known as the first talent in Jingguo, all his poems were widely circulated. If he had the responsibility of guarding the poetry, it would be more secure, but...

Dong Wenyun wanted to mention that name, but Wei Siye had already stood up, so he couldn't say anything. What's more, that name was quite sensitive in the court today, so he could only shake his head helplessly and suppress the idea in his heart.

"In that case, let Ma Qing, Wei Qing and Zhou Qing fight in this literary battle." Emperor Jing's face eased and announced in public.

When the court was dismissed, officials walked out one after another, but their steps were not relaxed.

Although His Majesty had already decided on the candidates, they still did not have much chance of winning.

A generation of literary emperor, the best poet in a thousand years, the chess soul of the Great Qi..., any of these titles can crush people, who dares to say that they can win?

The shameless Qi envoys brought almost all their hidden treasures, and the hope of literary battle was slim. It seemed that they could only hope for a fight...

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"This opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The palace will be very lively tomorrow. Don't you really want to go and see it?" Li Xuan stood in front of Li Yi and said temptingly.

"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 Qun Yuyuan today, he had to ask him to invite another reliable tailor.

"You don't have to worry about the house arrest. Uncle Huang has no time to take care of us now, and I guarantee that those censors will not care either." Li Xuan was looking forward to the excitement tomorrow and continued to bewitch.

Li Yi seemed to be somewhat tempted, and finally looked up at him, picked up the thing in his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, and asked: "Do you think one bow is better or two?"

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[ps: This is a big bitch, it's not easy to pretend, serial bitch, passive bitch, invisible bitch..., in order to avoid pretending to be an s bitch, I have to think about all kinds of bitches. There are many things to do near the end of the semester, plus I have to burst out to pay off debts and save manuscripts next weekend. Everyone calm down these few days, don't rush..., I'm counting the number of words, this PS is free. ]