Literati Sanctification

Chapter 370
King Jing on the dragon chair watched what happened on the stage, the expression on his face didn't change a bit, but if someone pays attention to observe, he can see the inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

Originally, I thought that this Jiang country literati was the last thing I needed to care about, but how could I have imagined that it was such a guy who actually let the literati on his side voluntarily surrender.

And even the literati of Zhao Guo, at this time, also opened their mouths to admit defeat without any hesitation, which made him a little annoyed.

At any rate, they are all top literati. Even Heng Xiulin is also a top literati, but at any rate, you can fight for a while, right? How could you just admit defeat like this?
Emperor Jing was a little annoyed, but seeing the soaring eight-inch literary spirit, he also felt a little helpless.

As an emperor, he naturally understands what the eight-inch literary spirit represents. This is probably the first poem that can reach this level, so it is completely normal to lose.

"In the first round, Jiang Guoheng Xiu Lin won."

At this time, the two outsiders had conceded defeat, and Emperor Jing couldn't deny it even if he wanted to. With so many people here, if he really forced to say that the literati of his country won, he would lose face.

Listening to Emperor Jing's announcement, everyone didn't feel a little surprised at this moment. The scene just now was very clear. Heng Xiulin had already won, and there was only one announcement left.

Xiaoyu was at the bottom, and when he heard Emperor Jing's announcement, he immediately clapped his palms excitedly, congratulating his young master.

Seeing this, Heng Xiulin took down the finished poem, and then handed it to Xiaoyu in the audience, asking her to put it away. It's not that Heng Xiulin doesn't understand anything, this poem is the first Poems that reach eight inches of literary spirit.

In the future, the value of such poems will be even different, so this poem can be sold at a good price in the future. Of course, when it is not a last resort, this poem is still kept, which has some meaning.

Xiaoyu naturally understood what Heng Xiulin meant, so she just put away the poems and put them in her purse.

Seeing this scene, the corners of the rest of the people's mouths twitched. They thought that Heng Xiulin would keep the poem after he finished writing it. Maybe they could use some means to keep the poem. , but who would have thought that Heng Xiulin put it away by himself.

It was still the same, and she was unwilling to take a loss at all. Then Hou Zeyu looked at Heng Xiulin's put away poems, his eyes flickered slightly, and then shook his head.

Losing the first game so crisply made the literati from the other two big countries slightly silent at this moment, and the two literati who went back were a little downcast at this moment.

Facing his friends, he didn't say a word. No matter what, losing is losing, talking is just an excuse. What's more, this competition has such a deep relationship, and they are even more ashamed .

"Don't blame yourself too much. I didn't expect that Jiang Guo's literati was so powerful. I thought he was just an ordinary literati. Now it seems that we underestimated him too much."

Seeing his friend's dejected look, the literati of Zhao country directly comforted him, and then glanced at Heng Xiulin.

"Hey, it's a bit difficult to lose this round. Unless we can directly win two rounds, we can be considered a victory, otherwise, we will lose."

At this moment, the other literati frowned tightly, and then spoke.

Two wins in three rounds, if you want to win, you must win in the next two rounds. This is a bit of pressure, and the other two are not decorations. It seems that they are also talented of.

"That's right. Besides, Jiang Guo must not let Jiang Guo win. If he wins, he will win. Even if we only win one game, let Jing Guo win another game. At that time, we can still try a game in Dobby.”

Although it is two wins in three rounds, if every big country wins one round, they can try one more round at that time. In that way, there will still be a chance. As long as Jiang Guo is not allowed to win, they will There will be opportunities on the side.

"That's right, so in the next round, we must go all out."

The literati on the side, who seemed to be the leader, also nodded at this time, as if they agreed, and seemed extremely affirmative to this request.

"You guys start to draw questions, our side is already ready."

At this time, the literati of Zhao State all nodded to each other, then raised their heads, and said to the other two, they have already collected it, and only the literati of Heng Xiulin and Jing State are left. up.

Logically speaking, it should be the two of them who are drawing right now.

"Then let the literati of Jingguo take the next step."

At this time, Emperor Jing also raised his head and said something to the people below. When he said this, the people below were silent for a while, and then they didn't say anything.

However, the eyes of some people became a little inexplicable.

Logically speaking, at the very beginning, it was said that the guests were the priority, then Heng Xiulin should be the next one, and now he has directly become a literati of Jingguo. Obviously, Jinghuang is also a little worried about losing at this time. Yes, so the literati from Jingguo came directly.

It's just that the selection is all random. Even if the literati in Jingguo are leisurely, is it useful?Heng Xiulin naturally didn't care about this, but he was a little puzzled about this approach.

But soon, his doubts were answered, only to see that Jingguo literati, at this moment, directly stood up.

"Everyone, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. I suggest that this topic will not be selected. How about just using the Mid-Autumn Moon as the topic?"

At this moment, the literati from Jing State spoke directly to Heng Xiulin and the literati from Zhao State.

On this Mid-Autumn Festival, how can there be no Mid-Autumn Festival poems, so before that, they were already fully prepared for this, but now, they just didn't expect that they would actually take the topic as the topic, He can only say this, so that the other two parties can agree.

The literati of Zhao State, when they heard this opinion, their eyes flashed slightly, and then they looked at other people. They were naturally prepared for this Mid-Autumn Festival poem. They thought it would be useless when they saw this situation. .

But now it seems that the literati of Jingguo have also made preparations. Now that Heng Xiulin has won a round, they are all a little nervous, and they are going to take out their own bottom box directly.

But coincidentally, for Zhao Guo, this is also a bottom box thing!Let's see now, whose bottom box is more powerful.

Before the competition, they would not feel that their poems would be weaker than others.

"We Zhao Guo agreed, and we will use the Mid-Autumn Moon as the theme. Now is the Mid-Autumn Festival. How can we not have this poem!"

The literati of Zhao State immediately responded, and when they spoke, they seemed extremely proud. When they heard the literati of Jing State, they nodded repeatedly and their faces were full of smiles.

"Then what about the literati in the Jiang country, what do you say?"

At this time, the literati of Jingguo turned their heads and looked at Heng Xiulin. Right now, he is the only one here. Let's see if he agrees. The literati of Jingguo, at this moment The children are a little nervous.

Even the literati of the Zhao country on the side were a little nervous at this time, and they hoped that Heng Xiulin would be able to respond.

"Since everyone agrees, if I don't agree, it will be a spoiler."

Seeing everyone's eyes, Heng Xiulin focused on himself, immediately smiled sassyly, then nodded, and agreed.

(End of this chapter)