Hearing this name, Su Wen knew that the visitor was indeed looking for him, not Zhang?
Yan Jiu'an, one of the protagonists tonight, a figure who has dominated the poetry world of the Three Kingdoms for ten years, why did he come to him now?
Thinking of this, Su Wen felt vaguely that it would not be easy to waste a banquet today.
Glancing at Zhang Xi, who was still discussing the quality of the drinks with Sun Yehou, Su Wen shook his head helplessly, thinking that sooner or later, this idiot would be sold by others and he would help count the money.
"Please."
Su Wen pondered for two seconds before sending out the invitation.
Yan Jiu'an is also a senior in the literary world. Although they have no contact with each other, according to etiquette, it is only him who pays a visit. If he is neglectful, he will definitely be punished.
After receiving Su Wen's instructions, the boatman walked back. Not long after, an old man with a pale appearance appeared in the boat, accompanied by a chubby middle-aged man who looked like a wealthy businessman.
"Oh, who are you?"
Zhang? Seeing that there were two more people on the boat, he made a surprised sound.
"Nephew Zhang Xian, my name is Xia Gui, Xia Wuxia." The man who looked like a wealthy businessman said with a kind face and a smile: "My uncle Zhang Su and I are close friends."
Su Wen was also shocked when he heard the name Xia Gui.
You know, at this time he was in Xia Gui's paintings.
What he didn't expect was that he could actually see Xia Gui himself. What was even more beyond Su Wen's expectation was that Xia Gui looked like this.
"Then...is this Master Yan?"
Su Wen bowed gently and performed the etiquette of a younger generation.
Sun Yehou's eyes widened with surprise, and he quickly saluted.
"I am Yan Jiu'an. In previous letters, Qian Pifu praised you profusely. When I saw you today, it turns out that you are better known than you have met. You are such a young and talented man."
Su Wen kept saying that he didn't dare to take it seriously, and guided the two of them to sit down.
He was thinking about what Yan Jiu'an said in his mind. Since Yan Jiu'an dared to call Qian Haoran a common man and said that he had written letters with Qian Haoran, the two must have a good relationship.
"Previously, Qian Pifu held a peach blossom banquet and asked me to come and support him. However, I spent too much time preparing for the flag pavilion painting, so I excused myself from going. Unexpectedly, I missed witnessing the performance of a great poet.
It’s such a pity in this world.”
Su Wen was humble again. He also understood in his heart that this was Yan Jiu'an explaining why he did not show up at the Peach Blossom Banquet. He was also secretly wary in his heart. Yan Jiu'an was so unassuming and approachable when he appeared, and he seemed to be asking for help.
As for a being at Yan Jiu'an's level, once he makes a request, it must be high. Whether he can refuse, or whether he refuses, is really unknown.
Yan Jiu'an seemed to see Su Wen's doubts, and laughed and said: "Little friend Su, I really want to ask for a favor from you when I come here unexpectedly."
"What?!"
Su Wen hadn't spoken yet, but Sun Yehou and Zhang Xi, who were standing aside and didn't dare to sit down, were startled.
Xia Gui's chubby face was rippling with fat: "Sit down too, don't be formal."
"No, no need...it's fine if we stand."
Zhang? responded bravely.
Xia Gui did not dwell on this topic. He smiled slightly, picked up a bunch of grapes from the table, put it in his mouth and chewed it. He waved his hand casually, as if rubbing it, and the slaves and maids on the ship disappeared.
"It's a small skill, not worth mentioning." Seeing the expressions of surprise on the faces of Zhang Jie and Sun Yehou again, he smiled lightly.
The world is now presented under his brush, and it is very simple for him to remove a certain character.
"You guys continue."
When Xia Gui saw Su Wen and Yan Jiu'an stop and look at him blankly, he suddenly realized that he seemed to be taking the spotlight and said quickly: "I just like to show off, so you don't have to worry about it."
"I wonder what the Grand Master has ordered?"
Yan Jiu'an kept saying that he wanted to ask for help, but Su Wen didn't dare to be negligent.
"I was harmed by an adulterer..."
While Yan Jiu'an was talking, he reached out to his clothes and pulled them open, revealing the heart.
"ah?!"
Zhang Hu and Sun Yehou, who were next to them, let out another exclamation.
Su Wen also looked moved.
There was a wound the size of a bowl on Yan Jiu'an's chest, showing his slowly beating heart. The wound was filled with black air that could not be dissipated, and kept seeping into the heart. If Yan Jiu'an hadn't cultivated for it, layers of extraordinary aura would have enveloped him.
Live in the heart, and the heart is completely polluted by black energy.
"Who did it?!"
Sun Yehou gritted his teeth and asked.
Yan Jiu'an aspires to be in the literary world, among poetry, wine and mountains and rivers. Although he is an extraordinary person, he is obviously alienated from the world of extraordinary people. I really can't understand who would do such a cruel thing to him.
"I don't know...but after the internal factory investigation, it was found that Brother Chang Ping was injured by a forbidden object called the 'Black Arrow'. This forbidden object was extracted from the body of an extraordinary military strategist in Beiyan a hundred years ago.
of."
Xia Gui explained from the side.
"How long have you been injured?"
Su Wen looked at Yan Jiu'an's wounds and frowned.
"It's been half a year... I was attacked one night just after I confirmed the verses on the painting wall. I was lucky enough to survive, but my injuries were ineffective with medicine and stone. I could only rely on my extraordinary strength to suppress them. I originally wanted to survive this time on the flag pavilion painting wall.
After the conference, I went to Yan State to find a cure. Unexpectedly, my condition suddenly worsened yesterday. All my strength could only be used to suppress the injury, and I was unable to present the poem tonight."
"...This was premeditated."
After hearing Yan Jiu'an's words, Su Wen realized that the purpose of sneak attack on Yan Jiu'an was to make Yan Jiu lose the competition.
Su Wen knew very well that when a great poet like Yan Jiu'an wrote poems, he could temporarily seal up the literary spirit that he brought in. Only when the poems were presented to the world would they attract the magnificent literary spirit.
This has also been a consistent method of painting murals in flag pavilions for many years. After all, letting poets compose dozens of poems to compete on the spot can arouse the literary spirit, but it is too difficult and will also reduce the enjoyment of the banquet, so a compromise was found.
, let the poet accumulate a lot of experience and give the world the greatest shock on the entire platform.
"Is it the murder of Beiyan people?!"
Zhang Jie also agreed. Since the internal factory found that the forbidden objects that hurt people came from the Yan country, the Yan people may have been the biggest culprits.
"Maybe it's just a fake thing, trying to deceive others." Sun Yehou felt that Zhang?'s judgment was too arbitrary.
The Jingchu people also had the motive to do something evil.
Sun Yehou even felt that if he took action against the enemy and did not want to expose his identity, he would definitely use a weapon that would not arouse suspicion on him. If there were other enemies, he could even pretend to be someone else to attack and draw hatred to them.
Elsewhere, remove yourself cleanly.
Therefore, Sun Yehou felt that the people from Jingchu might be more likely to take action.
But again, this is just a baseless inference.
"It is meaningless to speculate on who committed the murder now." Yan Jiu'an said lightly: "In order to survive, I have used the literary style of writing poems in the past few years in advance, so these chapters can no longer be used on the walls of the flag pavilion.
That is to say, no matter who wins tonight’s competition, I will be eliminated early.”
"They are so mean!"
Zhang? cursed angrily: "The strife between countries has even interfered with the literary world. Don't you want to let the world have a little clean place?"
Su Wen remained silent.
He always felt that things were a little strange.
He was not familiar with the three people participating in tonight's poetry competition.
But one thing was clear to him.
Daliang's poetic ability was much inferior to that of Jingchu and Yan State.
Since the first Qiting Painting Wall Festival, dozens of grand events have been held, and the Liang Dynasty has been able to take first place only a few times.
Yan Jiu'an has been famous for a long time, but his fame is still slightly worse than that of Xu Xuanbao. He is as famous as Lu Chen, and the chance of competing for the top spot is not great. Therefore, Xu Xuanbao is unlikely to attack Yan Jiu'an out of fear. Even if Lu Chen has the top spot,
Coveted, the target of his evil deeds should be Xu Xuanbao instead of Yan Jiu'an.
"But this time, we can't lose."
Xia Gui paused and said: "With the opening of Guixu, the three countries must follow the instructions of the Confucian Temple to provide various materials to the Baijia Council stationed in Guixu in exchange for the extraordinary resources within Guixu."
Su Wen nodded. He may have more say in this matter than Xia Gui. After all, he had just returned from Guixu, and many people from "Qingshan Daily" were still following and reporting on the war in Guixu.
He knew exactly where the general trend was headed.
"Now that Guixu is sealed, the transportation of materials has become a big problem, especially the resources inside cannot be transported out. Countries only have inputs but no output, which is a big burden. Therefore, the kings of the three countries discussed that the three countries will transport materials at the same time, and each country will provide supplies instead.
In one year, the remaining two countries will have time to prepare supplies, which will save time and improve efficiency."
Su Wen frowned, he didn't think this was a good idea.
The three countries bear one-third of all shares every year, which divides the pressure into three parts, and no matter which country can afford it.
But the three countries take turns providing it, so the pressure is really quite big.
Especially the first country to provide supplies will inevitably be financially unsustainable.
Su Wen was a smart man and soon realized that the discussions between the monarchs of the three kingdoms were fruitless, and finally decided to use a competition to determine the time sequence for providing supplies to Guixu.
The one at the bottom will naturally go first.
"Understood……"
Factors other than poetry competition were added to the flag pavilion murals, so there were more reasons for Yan Jiu'an's attack.
His personal victory or defeat is no longer about his personal honor or disgrace, but about the entire Liang Dynasty.
Today's Daliang Dynasty is by no means a good year.
The implementation of the New Deal has entered deep waters. The rebellion in Shannan Road has just been put down, and the Rouran people are still eyeing the border. Suddenly, a huge financial expenditure has been added, which is likely to crush this dynasty that is suffering from internal and external troubles.
"Daliang Chao... needs time to breathe. Even if he is second, he cannot be the one at the bottom..."
Su Wen understood Xia Gui's worries.
But... what's the use of telling him this? It was Yan Jiu'an who participated in the mural painting at the flag pavilion, not him.