In this way, with less than an hour left before the new year, the emperors of the four kingdoms of Qian, Hui, Jue and Ji finalized the strategy for this great war in Longchan Temple.

And this also means that this war, which is destined to be recorded in the history of several countries, will no longer be avoided.

How many people will die in such a war? What impact will it have on the people of Daning, Dashu, and Xinfeng?

No one knows these things.

But the four of them, Lu Hongji, had no hesitation or apology.

In a world of great strife, one general's success can lead to the destruction of thousands.

This is especially true for the country.

The strong will be strong, the weak will be destroyed.

Any pity and kindness are superfluous in major matters related to the destiny of the country. Everyone has only one thing on his mind.

That is how to maximize your own interests and how to become the king of this world.

From this point of view, although these four emperors have formed an alliance, they must still have their own plans in mind, but it is not yet time to see them clearly.

Therefore, the two-year civil strife between Fengning and Fengning was more like a God-given opportunity, giving them the opportunity to realize their respective ambitions.

"Someone is coming!"

"Bring me the wine!!"

"..."

Soon, the glass was filled with wine, and every drop was full of imperial domineering.

Holding the wine cup high, Lu Hongji stood up for the first time.

As the "host", the meal starts with him and naturally ends with him.

His eyes swept over the other three people one by one. Regardless of whether it was true or false, his voice became extremely heroic at this moment.

"Everyone!"

"The sky sends murderous intentions, and the stars move to different places! The earth sends murderous intentions, and dragons and snakes rise from the ground!"

"Next year today, we will surely leave our name in history and be favored by all generations!"

"This is an incident!"

"It will happen!!"

...

...

Shuzhou City, Weiyang Palace.

Compared with the excitement of Longchan Temple, the atmosphere in Weiyang Palace is still so luxurious.

Wei Changtian, Ning Yuke and You Wenzong stood on the red wall, overlooking the bustling scene below. Wei Xianzhi, Xu Qingwan and others were drinking and chatting not far behind.

The mountains and seas have collapsed, the palaces have collapsed, and the stars in the sky have hung upside down across the river.

Countless flying lanterns connect the sky and the earth, and everything is flaming red as far as the eye can see.

At this moment, it seems that everyone is experiencing the most joyful and beautiful time.

And Wei Changtian finally vaguely understood why You Wenzong insisted on hosting such a feast.

"Young Master Wei, Your Majesty, Prime Minister You."

"Su Sheng just composed a poem to praise the prosperity of Shu..."

"..."

Next to them, the little eunuch quietly recited the poem Su Wu had just composed. The three of them were all slightly stunned after listening to it.

I have to say, I don’t know whether it was because of the drinking or whether this event was too luxurious, which gave Su Wu a more realistic "wonderland" experience.

In short, his poem is really excellent, and it can be regarded as a superb performance.

"Because I know that the Immortal Cave on the Sea is just like a wealthy family on earth..."

Wei Changtian repeated it several times in a low voice and looked at everything in front of him.

Rather than saying that Su Wu was exaggerating, it would be better to say that he was being "realistic".

He knew that this poem would soon spread and become a sample of "prosperous times", and perhaps it could be passed down through the ages.

It's just that poetry can be passed down forever, but that may not be the case in prosperous times.

"Sir, don't you compose a song?"

Suddenly, You Wenzong next to him asked with a smile: "If the young master writes another poem, and the two poems are equally brilliant, tonight's feast will be considered complete."

"Writing poetry?"

Wei Changtian was stunned for a moment, looked at You Wenzong, and then looked at Ning Yuke who seemed to be looking forward to it, and then shook his head in the slightly surprised eyes of the two.

"Forget it about writing poetry."

"Su Sheng's poem is already excellent, so I won't show off to you anymore."

"..."

Obviously, Wei Changtian's rejection was unexpected by You Wenzong and Ning Yuke.

After all, the former's poetic talent has been proven repeatedly and is definitely no longer inferior to Su Wu's.

What's more, today's occasion is so special. If I can really compose a song of similar quality, I think it will definitely be a good story in the future.

But Wei Changtian was unwilling to write poetry.

Of course it's not that he can't recite it.

There are so many poems describing prosperous times in previous lives, and any one of them will be more profound than Su Wu's poem which only describes scenery.

Therefore, the reason why Wei Changtian is unwilling to pretend to be so cool is simply because he has no interest.

In other words, he has no interest in praising all of this...

"You Xiang..."

Turning to look at You Wenzong, Wei Changtian's voice was not loud.

"I won't write any more poems."

"But there are a few things I want to say..."

I have something to say.

Wei Changtian could have said what he wanted to say directly without adding such an extra sentence.

So it is obvious that his words are not simply meant for Ning Yuke and You Wenzong.

"Someone is coming!"

"Bang the drum!"

You Wenzong immediately understood what Wei Changtian meant, and immediately ordered people to beat the giant drum on the city wall.

And as the dull drum beat sounded, all the noise and fun in Weiyang Palace gradually stopped.

Everyone stopped talking, but all looked up at Zhu Qiang, focusing on Wei Changtian who was standing in the front.

Wearing a black robe, he faced the entire Shuzhou City, like the only darkness in the light.

"It's Mr. Wei!"

"Does Mr. Wei also want to compose poetry?"

"It doesn't look like it..."

"..."

At his feet, he realized that the person speaking was not Ning Yuke, but many people were whispering.

It's not that they don't know about Ning Yuke's relationship with the Wei family, they are just a little surprised by Wei Changtian's current behavior.

After all, Ning Yuke is the nominal empress of Shu, so she should be the one to say a few congratulatory words at this time.

Moreover, Wei Changtian has never given a "speech" on such a large-scale occasion before.

So...what does Mr. Wei want to say?

The same question appeared more or less in everyone's mind, including Xu Qingwan, Yang Liushi, Liang Qin and others who were standing not far behind Wei Changtian.

For a moment, everyone looked at the man in the center of the prosperous age, quietly waiting for him to write a poem, congratulate someone, or...

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Everyone, I just heard about Su Sheng's new poem."

His eyes fell on Su Wu, Wei Changtian smiled and nodded slightly at the former.

"This poem tells the story of the prosperous age of Shu, and it is no exaggeration to say it word by word."

"But have you ever thought about where such a prosperous age came from?"

"..."
To be continued...