Sheng Fu

The rising sun shines brightly over the vast land.

Outside the Shuanglongshan venue, the area was packed with people who had come from all over. An old farmer with two missing front teeth stood on tiptoe, revealing a bright smile, and looked into the depths of the venue, where the buildings were still considered magnificent and grand.

An elderly woman in her fifties or sixties with a sallow complexion changed into a set of clothes without patches, stood in a slightly elevated position, and looked into the depths of the venue.

There were also ragged young men who came here as part of the crowd, not for any other reason than that everyone present today would be provided with a full meal.

Among the onlookers were wandering knights, chivalrous figures, and worldly merchants.

All sorts of people come together to form the masses.

Life is not easy for most people. Even after the new policy is implemented, life may still be unsatisfactory for most people. But as long as the new policy is implemented, they will be able to see a glimmer of hope.

Interestingly, a group of young men and women dressed in brocade robes and jade belts also appeared in the crowd.

Holding up a banner for Bailu Academy, they stood in the most conspicuous position. Because they were students of Bailu Academy, the surrounding crowd subconsciously made room for them.

Upon seeing the students of Bailu Academy, whether they were impoverished teenagers or decent-looking middle-aged men, they all unconsciously revealed an unspeakable look of envy.

If one can study at Bailu Academy at least once in their life, then their life will not have been in vain.

A variety of emotions spread through the crowd.

Just like countless streams, they converge to form rivers, lakes, and seas.

Suddenly, a dragon's roar resounded through the sky above Shuanglong Mountain.

Then, the world fell silent.

In the center of the hall, there was a spacious throne.

Today, Yuwen Jun wore a black dragon robe, and Jing Peiyao wore a solemn black and gold dress. Amidst the anticipation of the crowd, the two sat down together on the throne.

Below, Xie Yiming and Fu Cheng sat facing each other.

The five unique poems of Nanshan and the seven-character regulated poems of the North are interconnected.

Immediately afterwards, the heads of various prominent families, including Old Master Guo and Chen Shouxin, took their seats in order.

At some point, the black qilin and the white tiger emitted a roar like tigers and dragons.

"The North-South talks are officially open!" The White Tiger's roar resounded, echoing in everyone's ears.

Yuwen Jun and Jing Peiyao exchanged a glance.

King Fucheng of the North was the first to stand up. He bowed to Yuwen Jun and said, "The new policies, which abolish slavery and clarify the laws, are truly a great plan that benefits the country and the people. Now the people are convinced and heroes are responding."

"We in the North have no objection; Your Highness, please consider this carefully."

After saying these words, Fu Cheng let out a long sigh. He had imagined this scene many times in his mind, but after he actually said them, he felt inexplicably empty.

Then, Xie Yiming stood up, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, and said, "The new policy has lit a beacon of hope for every household. It is truly a long-term plan, and we in the South gladly respond."

Xie Yiming's voice was very loud, covering an area of ​​thousands of miles.

Upon hearing this, the people outside Shuanglong Mountain erupted in deafening cheers.

"Even the Northern King and the Southern King have agreed to implement the new policies, so it seems there is really hope!"

"So the rumors were true. The North-South talks were all about forcibly implementing the new policies!"

"My family has been slaves for generations, but finally we can hold our heads high and be human again!"

"..." Cheers and applause erupted from the crowd.

Upon hearing this, Yuwen Jun stood up and responded loudly: "The old order has lasted for countless years. Now that the new laws have been made public, the people support them and heroes are responding. This is truly a joyous occasion."

"Gu Yong's lineage and Fu Yao's lineage also hope that the new policies will be implemented and bring blessings to all people."

"However, the new policy has only just been drafted and is bound to have many shortcomings. I wonder if any seniors would like to offer their guidance today?"

"If there is no guidance from the seniors, I have prepared ten thousand feet of gold paper here. Everyone present today can leave a blood oath on the gold paper to express their support for the new policy."

"Though I am unworthy, I am willing to carry the will of the people of both the North and the South, and go to the capital to meet Your Majesty and humbly request that Your Majesty implement the new policies!"

After the words were spoken, the black Qilin and the white tiger joined forces, each holding a ten-thousand-foot-long sheet of gold paper in its mouth, and soared into the sky.

Yuwen Jun cried out, "Once the blood oath is written, there is no going back. Everyone, please think it over!"

Jing Peiyao's gaze swept across the surroundings; if anyone wanted to cause trouble, now was the time.

Even Xie Yiming subconsciously pushed his internal energy to its limit.

Jing Hanqing, Xu Yuan, Guo Shenghe, and others were also prepared for potential disputes and arguments.

Arguing with veterans, battling wits with big shots.

Surprisingly, no uninvited guests arrived at this moment.

In a dense forest not far from the venue.

Pu Weiqing held the Pure Rhyme Sword in his arms. He had been keeping his eyes closed, sensing the subtle changes in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. But at this moment, he opened his eyes, because everything was normal and nothing unexpected had happened.

"What's going on? Could today's North-South talks have gone so smoothly?" Gong Yan, standing to the side, asked with an incredulous expression.

Pu Weiqing took a slight breath and said, "The Southern King and the Northern King are enough to represent the public opinion of the South and the North. If nothing unexpected happens here, then something unexpected will happen in the Golden Palace."

"The real killer move is not in Shuanglong Mountain, but in the capital."

"Now that Yuwen Jun's military power is at its peak, no one dares to provoke him. However, in the capital, Yuwen Jun would certainly not kill anyone in front of the palace."

"They're gambling; causing trouble for Yuwen Jun here is tantamount to courting death."

"But if we cause trouble for Yuwen Jun in the Golden Palace, Yuwen Jun will have to be hesitant to act rashly."

"But it's all good. This procedure is now complete. With the support of the people's blood oath, Yuwen Jun can rightfully go to the capital and implore His Majesty to implement the new policies."

Thinking of this, Pu Weiqing also felt a little angry. If he had the guts, he should have come to Shuanglong Mountain for a fight. He didn't expect that he would still take such a shameless path.

Gong Yan asked with great concern, "What will the situation be like in the Golden Palace?"

Pu Weiqing said with a solemn expression, "I don't know, but there must be someone skilled in eloquence who will be arguing with Yuwen Jun."

At this moment, Pu Weiqing was extremely worried about his old friend...

Inside the venue.

Fu Cheng was once again the first to respond, cutting his finger and writing his name on the gold-leafed paper, laughing loudly, "I've been looking forward to the new policy for a long time, why bother thinking twice before acting!"

Xie Yiming responded, followed by a string of seven-character quatrains and five-character quatrains, and a host of family heads responded one after another.

The black Qilin and the white tiger, each carrying a sheet of gold paper, approached the people outside the meeting hall. The people were very excited when they saw this. They supported the new policy and were also amazed that their names could be written on the same sheet of paper as those of the Southern King, the Northern King, and many other important figures. What an honor and how magnificent it was!
One after another, people bit their fingers to leave their names on the long, golden paper. Some people who couldn't write scribbled on the paper, leaving their sincere wishes in crooked and messy strokes.

The meeting between the North and South went exceptionally smoothly, but Yuwen Jun, seated on his throne, frowned deeply… (End of Chapter)