Prime Minister Tan's angry scoldings reached the ears of everyone gathered around the altar.
At this moment, the expressions of these people changed slightly, but they all looked at Feng Qi.
Feng Qi's expression narrowed slightly at this moment, and he was a little annoyed when he saw these people who had suddenly arrived.
But he just waved slightly and then looked at Li Ao again.
Li Ao also noticed this situation, and his slumped face also changed at this moment.
And all the officials who had been instructed by Feng Qi also released their literary power at this moment.
Several of the bachelors came out and lined up with other Hanlin scholars, looking at Tan Xiang and others who were coming towards them.
At this moment, a group of officials who used to argue endlessly in the court hall were now confronting each other with real swords and guns.
Song Mu was also standing among them at this moment, his aura was also rippling, and his eyes were fixed on Li Ao who was sitting on the steps of the altar.
Tan Xiang was walking in front at the moment, but there was a person standing in front of him. It was the Minister of Rites. Their eyes met, and Tan Xiang just said something lightly.
"Lu Yulin, what method did Feng Qi use to bewitch you like this?"
"Huh, Tan Zhongye, don't be so arrogant. This civil dynasty has been shaken up by you for many years. Today we will stand up for your majesty!"
As Lu Yulin said this, the aura on his body suddenly swayed out, and then he held a cyan writing brush in his hand, with a little starlight gathering on it.
When Tan Xiang saw this situation, the expression on his face changed. The light from the long mace in his hand converged, and the bodies of both sides suddenly tore apart.
The next moment, the two of them collided fiercely in the corner of the square.
The violent literary energy swept around, and the surrounding Hanlin scholars retreated one after another, and the two of them fought in the square.
But above the entire altar square, the ground engraved with strange patterns was constantly flashing with light, and was not affected by these fluctuations in literary power at all.
And as Prime Minister Tan took action, a war was about to break out. All the officials took action one after another, and everyone looked angry at this moment.
Song Mu was also among them. When his body's literary power was growing wildly, he launched a series of attacks, knocking away several Jinshi and forcing a Hanlin to retreat frantically.
The minister of household affairs was also extremely surprised when he saw Song Mu's actions. He was similar in strength to Song Mu, but he was suppressed by Song Mu at every turn and had no power to fight back!
"Song Mu, you are the one who is favored by Prime Minister Feng, how can you take action for Tan Zhongye?"
"Don't say this, I am an official with the Wen Dynasty and I don't rely on his favor and appreciation!"
"You should stop immediately and work with me to rescue His Majesty!"
Song Mu roared at this moment, and the power in his hand became more ferocious again.
In Song Mu's opinion, what Feng Qi had said before was nothing but nonsense.
Why is it that the so-called failure in the court is caused by other people's intentions?
Could it be that what he did today was so glorious?
A great Confucian who read poetry and books only learned the word "forcing the emperor", which made Song Mu, who also respected Confucianism and Taoism, extremely angry!
What's more, Li Ao was not a foolish king. As far as Song and Mu were concerned, he was a king, an elder, and a close friend.
His heart is with the people, and he cannot sit idly by and do nothing no matter what!
Song Mu clenched his fists with both hands and hit Hanlin hard, knocking him away completely and moving forward quickly again.
But someone immediately stopped in front of him. This official who followed Feng Qi was not an unknown person!
Chang Yidong appeared in front of Song Mu at this moment, with a very stern expression on his face. He snorted coldly and started writing words towards Song Mu.
The breath spurted out from it, causing flames to fill the sky, and tornadoes came around. Song Mu's body turned around, supported by luck.
In the blink of an eye, he was knocked away by dozens of meters. At this moment, Song Mu looked up and saw Feng Qi on the altar, about to reach out and force Li Ao to seal.
"How dare you, Shuzi!"
But at this moment, a figure surged into the field, and then the literary force formed a tornado of its own, lining up all the literati.
When Song Mu looked around, he realized it was Yan Fu!
At this moment, Yan Fu released all his power, and his writing power rose up from all around, following his momentum. Poems and prose were automatically combined, and then visions appeared frequently, and they flew out after being touched.
Even Chang Yidong just now was swung away by the other party, and his face was full of surprise at this moment.
"Grand Master at his peak!"
Chang Yidong's face was full of surprise, and Yan Fu's aura finally caught Feng Qi's eyes.
As if feeling Yan Fu's breath coming towards his face, he finally turned around and faced him directly.
"Feng Qi, when I will take the exam, you will still be the examiner."
"I still remember that the title of the scripture back then was Inner Saint and Outer King!"
"There is the virtue of a saint within, and the way of a king is applied externally, Feng Qi, you have forgotten these four words!"
Yan Fu's words had never been so heavy, and the aura on his body was rising steadily at this moment, and he could faintly contend with this crowd of scribes with the power of one person.
"Come and fight! Don't let me, the student, look down on you, the teacher!"
Yan Fu gave a sharp shout, and the power surged under his feet, leaving a deep footprint on the square that even a bachelor could not destroy.
The next moment, the two of them exchanged palms in the air, and the power surged in all directions, and everyone around them screamed in surprise.
Feng Qi seemed to be aware of Yan Fu's power. The expression on his face changed and he shouted angrily.
The poem soared to the sky and turned into a palm, pushing Yan Fu away.
Yan Fu shouted fiercely and tried his best, while below, Tan Xiang and others moved forward quickly.
"You are just making it more difficult for me, Wen Chao, in the future!"
Feng Qi's angry rebuke suddenly spread, and the officials who followed him also roared one after another. At this moment, they all used their full strength, as if they wanted to fight for Feng Qi.
Chang Yidong stood up again, but saw a figure suddenly flash by beside him. When he waved his hand to fight it, he saw a red light pushing him away.
Looking carefully again, he saw that Song Mu had already stepped forward and headed straight for Li Ao.
"Don't leave!"
Chang Yidong was lucky enough to have literary power, but the next moment, there was a breath coming from beside him, and when he saw the person in front of him, Chang Yidong also suddenly moved.
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The visitor was Han Feng, a scholar from the Ministry of Rites. Chang Yidong was trembling when he saw this old man who was not involved in political affairs.
"Chang Yidong, when did you win over Feng Qi like this?"
When Han Feng saw the other party, his expression was gloomy, but the strength in his hand was not weak at all, and he was holding him straight at this moment.
Chang Yidong tried to struggle, but only for a moment, he just stopped angrily, with a look of reluctance on his face, but he did not dare to get angry with this old man.
At this moment, Song Mu also quickly passed through the layers of protection and reached Li Ao's side.
"His Majesty!"
"Song Mu!"
Song Mu landed in front of Li Ao. He didn't care about saluting at this moment, but grabbed Li Ao and headed towards the altar.
Seeing Song Mu with a worried look on his face, Li Ao was suddenly touched. Although his face was pale, he still spoke.
"Song Aiqing, thank you for your work."
"Why did your Majesty say this?"
Song Mu said without looking back. He led Li Ao down to the high place of the altar, took two deep breaths, typed out two pieces of paper this time, and said in a deep voice.
"Your Majesty, do you still remember what you said to me back then?"
"You said that I am not a political minister and cannot be a powerful minister."
Li Ao suddenly realized and looked at Song Mu, but Song Mu put away his long sword and used his power to strike straight at his feet.
Wen Li invaded, only to see waves surging above. Looking over the square, several elders had appeared at the four corners of the square, and they were releasing their power into the ground.
"In the Tang Dynasty, Li Siye once said in a poem that mountains and rivers are majestic for thousands of miles, and people and ministers can just sit there and perish."
Song Mu's voice came again, and now he looked at Li Ao with a firm expression.
"Your Majesty, a humble minister is brave enough to try to be a minister like this!"
At this moment, surging power was poured into the altar, and when the golden light lit up the altar, Li Ao's eyes suddenly widened.
The mature man with a solemn expression in front of him suddenly brought Li Ao back to that late night in early autumn. In his dream, the stars broke through the night sky and fell to the south of the sky. When he woke up from the dream, he was extremely disappointed.
Fortunately, the star talent of that day is still in front of us.