Author: Gunpowder is heavy

The left Prime Minister was unwilling to give in to Beimingzhou, and brought the Dajing Dynasty's trump card to fight against the barbarians, giving Dajing Dynasty a chance to confront the battlefield.

But how could the barbarians get what they want after many years of preparation?

He specially refined the destruction of Confucianism and targeted the endless Confucian scholars of the Dajing Dynasty, and defeated the Dajing army to retreat step by step.

But the barbarians were not completely harmed, and in the end both sides were entangled in Tianwu County.

The bitter and cold land of Beimingzhou is approaching, and the climate is extremely cold. Even ordinary monks and barbarians cannot fight for a long time, so this peace talks came.

"The battle is not a battle, and the generals are lost. If there is no peace, will you watch the soldiers of Tianwu County be killed?"

"If I had listened to the right prime minister, how could there be today's situation? Tens of thousands of soldiers were killed in vain!"

The Minister of Rites snorted coldly.

During this negotiation, the right prime minister and his sect all surpassed the left prime minister because their predictions were correct.

Your war factions are all angry and clamoring to lose their territory. But in the end, they are still defeated step by step and consume the money and food of the court in vain.

Isn’t it up to us to negotiate?!

Dajing was not the previous dynasty, but the dynasty of monks. How could he still look at everything with the old mindset?

Two second-rank great barbarian kings, just ask for a state of land, give it to him.

Why bother to struggle?

"I have no choice but to do anything about the war, but if the left prime minister had not delayed the two great barbarian kings and the barbarians took away one state and four counties directly, how could they have negotiated in Tianwu County!"

"A county, a thousand miles of land, will never be lost!"

"But when you negotiated, you were too careless and you easily chose the Wenshou test. You fell into the trap of the barbarians and were guilty of being guilty of your Majesty, and you were ashamed of your Majesty and you were unforgivable!"

The Minister of War did not show any weakness and was in a tit-for-tat way.

"I, thousands of students in the Dajing Dynasty, don't choose the literary test. Do you choose the martial arts test? The barbarians are unparalleled in physical form and practice barbaric skills. Now they have mastered the destruction of the Confucian. Who can fight against it? The noble son's literary skills are superb. Why not try it?

?” the Minister of Rites snorted coldly.

"you!"

The Minister of War was glaring at me and was defeated in the first round of squirting.

"With that being said, how can the barbarians choose the Wenshan Secret Realm as the Wenxiu test site!"

"In the secret realm of Wenshan, all magical powers are useless, and only the Wenhua energy and physical body can be used."

"The stronger the Wenhua energy, the simpler the climbing mountain. If we only discuss Wenhua energy, my Dajing student will naturally be unafraid. But once the barbarians use their bodies and forcefully fight against the Wenshan ban, climb the mountain and climb the peaks, what should we do?"

The left prime minister was a member of the Ministry of Rites and said with a frown.

This is the fundamental reason for the noisy court today.

The barbarians chose the Wenshan Secret Realm as a place for gambling, and the secret realm did not restrict the physical strength, which was really beneficial to the barbarians.

Once the barbarians successfully reach the top, Wu County will give in that day.

Tens of thousands of soldiers fought in blood and finally got nothing. This result was something that the court could never accept.

"I am ashamed of your Majesty!"

The Minister of Rites did not answer, but bowed to the little emperor above and sighed: "But only Wen Dou can I have a chance to win."

"The barbarians have no literary heart. Even if they write beautiful poems, they still have no literary spirit or literary spirit. How can they compare the outcome?"

"The barbarian envoy said frankly that he did not believe in any referee. Only by giving the aura of the heavens can the most judgement be the most standard. I thought hard and could not think of a countermeasure. But tens of thousands of soldiers on the border were cold and hungry. I really couldn't bear it.

If you have no power to delay any further, you can only use the secret realm of Wenshan as a place for literary battles. I hope Your Majesty will forgive you!"

The Wenshan Secret Realm is a special secret treasure of the Dajing Dynasty.

It was refined by the first national teacher.

In Wenshan, anyone will automatically have a literary heart, and the articles they make also have a literary spirit. The stronger the literary spirit, the easier it is to climb the mountain.

The barbarians only asked for a literary battle if they knew this secret treasure, and even threatened that if they disagree, they would fight in a military battle.

In desperation, the peace talks had to agree.

As soon as these words came out, the court suddenly became silent, and all the officials looked at the hall quietly.

The little emperor looked at the screen quietly.

The figure behind the screen clenched his fists, and his perfectly maintained nails seemed to be about to fall into the flesh.

It was a war or a peace. These ministers actually only listened to the prime ministers and regarded the royal majesty as nothing...

Now it seems that he is praying for atonement, but he is just using his power to suppress others and wants to agree to the peace talks.

After everything is settled, what if you give it a sin?

It’s just a strange thing that the emperor’s power cannot suppress the mountains of books and literature, nor can it suppress these Confucian scholars…

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh, Father, you really left a mess...

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"The barbarians are powerful and have come to this point. When I look for people with outstanding literary talent, I don't believe it. None of the millions of students in Dajing Dynasty can win the following literary test!"

"As long as there is enough Wenhua energy, no matter how strong the barbarian body is, it is impossible to reach the top first!"

The figure behind the screen calmed down and said coldly.

"The eldest princess is wise!"

All the officials shouted together, then looked at each other and began to recommend each other.

"Wen Dou must be the first generation of young people, and cannot exceed the sixth rank!"

"The prince of the Minister of the Tang Dynasty has excellent literary talent and excellent poetry. I think it is feasible!"

"No one who seeks fame and reputation!"

"I don't know what the top three in the imperial examination?"

"These three people's articles on the classics are quite outstanding, but the literary battles are not as good as those on the classics!"

"The young master of the Wu Shangshu family is extremely literary, I think it is feasible."

"In the academy, there is a student named Sun Dan, who has outstanding poetry and prose, so he can choose one of them."

“…”

All the officials were talking and quickly selected two quotas, but in this literary fight, three of them were each given, and except for two, there was still one quota left.

All officials pondered hard but couldn't find a suitable candidate. The most important thing was that even the first two people felt that they were unstable.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted: "A few days ago, a masterpiece of eternal origin was circulated in Baihulou. I wonder who created it?"

"If you can invite this person, Wendou should be somewhat sure!"

"This sentence is indeed excellent, but it is a broken poem. I don't know who did it?"

"Did you guys forget that the human face and peach blossoms complement each other?"

"There is that song that will meet under the moon on the Yao platform?"

"Not bad, these songs are all works by famous masters. If you can invite these three people, why worry about not winning the literary battle?"

"Your Majesty, I beg you to send out the Heisha Army to find these three people and show your power for me."

The Minister of War bowed and asked for his order.

But this request has not been answered for a long time.

The emperor above the hall and the figure behind the screen were both strange-looking and did not say a word.

The eunuch with a fair face below also had a strange face.

"These three poems are made by one person!"

After a while of silence, the figure behind the screen said slowly.

"What, such a great talent, who wrote three extraordinary works in a row? Who is this person?!"

In recent days, the barbarians and Buddhist affairs have disturbed all officials. Although they have heard of three masterpieces, they have never explored the author and thought it was made by three people.

But I never thought that it was just one person?

Why are the barbarians fighting for such talent?

But just as the Minister of War spoke excitedly and wanted to tie this person to a literary fight, a voice that made his heart chill came from behind the screen: "This person is not a Confucian student!"
Chapter completed!