Seeing Shang Henshui coming back with an ugly expression, Zhao Hao quickly stepped forward to comfort him.
"Mr. Shang, this is just the first game. There are two more games to come. We just need to win it back!"
Hearing what he said, Duan Yu snorted coldly.
"Ignorant and ignorant!"
"what do you know?"
"This second game is a competition of poetry and painting!"
"Your Majesty will set the topic, and the people of the Three Kingdoms will paint according to the topic on the spot, and then use the painting to write a poem."
"And that Wu country has a painting saint who is the best in the world!"
"And a poet!"
"So in this second game, we are basically destined to lose!"
Zhao Hao was suddenly startled and quickly looked at Shang Henshui.
Shang Henshui nodded solemnly.
"Xiao Duan said it well."
"Three literary fights."
"The first game: throwing pots and flying flowers!"
"The second show is a masterpiece of poetry and painting!"
"The third scene: One word determines the situation!"
"One word determines the country. It means that with the country as the theme, the three countries each write poems to determine the final victory."
"Of these three games, we must win the first one."
"This way you can take the initiative!"
"As for the second game, because there is a painting saint in Wu State, we almost let it go by default!"
"One win and one loss, and then go for the third game."
"Now I have lost the first game..."
Shang Henshui did not continue speaking, Zhao Hao already understood.
"That means we can wait until we lose now?"
He secretly glanced at Jiang Waner on the dragon throne.
At this moment, Jiang Waner's face was much more serious than before.
Obviously, he didn't expect that Qian Gui would lose the first game.
Zhao Hao withdrew his gaze, looked at Shang Henshui and asked: "Mr. Shang, what should we do next? We have to think of a way, we can't wait to lose!"
Shang Henshui sighed heavily: "We can only leave it to fate. There is no need to think about painting. We will definitely not win. We can only win in poetry."
Zhao Hao frowned when he heard this: "What you said is the same as if you didn't say it?"
Duan Yu snorted coldly: "Why don't you, Mr. Zhao, who is famous all over the Imperial Capital, come up and try?"
When Yu made a sarcastic comment just now, Zhao Hao ignored him.
Now this kid has actually made great progress.
Zhao Hao smacked his teeth and said, "Let me tell you a little bit. As a mere student of the Imperial College, you have repeatedly made disrespectful remarks to me, the director of the Imperial College. Are you a little distracted?"
He spoke loudly and immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Seeing many eyes looking this way, Duan Yu's expression changed and he wanted to retort, but he held it back.
On the dragon chair, Jiang Waner frowned and asked, "Zhao Hao, what are you doing?"
Zhao Hao immediately walked out and bowed his hand towards Jiang Waner.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, I asked Shang Jijiu just now. Master Jijiu said that in the next two literary battles, I will basically lose the battle!"
"I was a little unconvinced, so I had a brief chat."
Jiang Waner's beautiful eyes flashed, and she immediately heard what Zhao Hao meant.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and asked, "Then what do you mean?"
Zhao Hao said lightly: "In my opinion, since the possibility of losing in the next competition is extremely high, it is better to let me compete."
When many of the ministers present heard what he said, they all stood up from their seats in shock.
"Your Majesty, you must not!"
"Zhao Hao's name is known to everyone, and he must not be allowed to compete!"
"He can't bear this huge responsibility!"
When everyone saw it, the person speaking was none other than Zhao Hao's father, Zhao Wenxiang Smida.
He didn't want his son to be involved in this.
It would be okay if I win.
If you lose.
That will definitely be condemned by all the people in the country.
No father would want his son to be put in that situation.
After hearing what Zhao Wenxiang said, all the other ministers became quiet.
At this time, the people on the mission side all had smiles on their lips, as if they were watching a play, without saying a word.
Jiang Waner did not rush to express her position, but looked at Shang Henshui.
"Shang Jiujiu, Zhao Hao said he wants to fight alone, what do you think?"
Shang Henshui was startled and didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Your Majesty, this..."
He was indeed a little undecided, because there was so much at stake.
It's so important.
Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and said, "Old Shang, why are you hesitating? I'm here to carry the thunder for you, right?"
Shang Henshui glared at him fiercely: "You brat, what kind of occasion is this? How can you make mistakes?"
Seeing the two of them muttering and not coming to a conclusion for a while, Jiang Wan'er directly made the final decision.
"Okay, I have decided. I will take the lead in the next two literary battles, and Zhao Hao will fight them alone!"
As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
Everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Hao.
Zhao Wenxiang immediately wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Jiang Waner's hand.
"Zhao Qing, you don't have to say anything, I believe in Zhao Hao's ability!"
"This matter is settled, let's continue!"
Jiang Waner said so, and Zhao Wenxiang had no choice but to walk back with an extremely ugly expression.
Over at the mission, Princess Lige walked out again.
She cupped her hands towards Jiang Waner and said, "Your Majesty, can you continue?"
Jiang Waner nodded and said, "You can continue!"
A group of palace maids quickly took down the objects for throwing pots and carried out three long tables from the back of the palace.
Arrange the tables side by side, and then place the paper on them.
Then he carefully arranged the inkstone, paperweight, and brushes of different thicknesses.
After everything was ready, Li Ge said to Jiang Waner again: "Your Majesty, please give me the proposition for the second round."
Jiang Wan'er pondered for a moment, then quietly said: "Everyone, please use a beautiful word as the title!"
Princess Lige nodded and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"
After the proposition was given, a palace maid immediately lit a stick of sandalwood.
Since it is a competition, there is naturally a time limit.
One stick of incense is limited.
The sandalwood was lit, and two people came out from the mission side.
On the Wu side, there was the old man who was the first to be eliminated from the game.
On the Shu side, there was a young man who did not appear in the first game.
As soon as the old man from Shu came on the scene, he was full of momentum, as if he was a completely different person than he was in the first game.
Zhao Hao bumped Shang Henshui next to him with his shoulder: "Old Shang, is this old man the number one painting saint in the world of Wu State as you said?"
Shang Henshui was obviously dissatisfied with Zhao Hao calling him Lao Shang, but he still nodded.
"Yes, this old guy's name is Wu Qingfeng. His painting skills are superb. He has reached the state of Taoism and is truly the best in the world."
"The name of the Painting Saint is not an empty lie!"
Zhao Hao clicked his lips twice and looked at the young man from Shu Kingdom again.
"Does this person have anything to say?"
Shang Henshui shook his head.
"I don't know him. He's probably a rising star from the Shu Kingdom. It's definitely not easy to be brought by Princess Lige to participate in a literary fight."
Speaking of this, Shang Henshui suddenly slapped his forehead.
"The competition has already begun. Why do you still have the heart to talk to me here?"
"Do you think this is fishing?"
