The place of the front palace is Zhengyang Hall.
It was already early morning, and a group of civil and military ministers were waiting outside the palace.
There were rustling sounds all around, and several old ministers were whispering something close to the prince.
Not long after, Chen Yannian slowly stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, what should be prepared has been prepared."
After speaking, he handed a memorial in his hand to Zhou Yuan.
Zhou Yuan quickly took it and glanced at it a few times.
After a moment, he was already smiling with great satisfaction.
"Hahaha, young master, my highness really did not misjudge you."
"Oh, I can finally do my job well now. Father may have to praise me a bit."
Zhou Yuan was in a good mood, and what Chen Yannian handed him was naturally a poem that had already been written.
He doesn't know how to do this stuff, but as a young master, Chen Yannian naturally went back to think hard after being told by the prince last night.
After finally holding back a poem, although Chen Yannian still felt dissatisfied, Zhou Yuan was already satisfied.
Holding the poem, he looked confident.
However, suddenly he thought of something, and then waved his hand, asking a personal guard next to him to step forward.
"Your Highness, what are your orders?"
Zhou Yuan stepped forward and said a few words in an extremely confidential manner.
The guard nodded repeatedly and quickly descended the steps.
At this moment, an old eunuch with gray temples slowly walked out of the Zhengyang Palace.
"My lords, please come to the palace to see me!"
He waved his right hand lightly.
A group of civil and military ministers did not dare to delay, and hurriedly entered the palace with their front feet touching their back feet.
Soon, after seeing the figure sitting upright on the dragon chair, everyone immediately bent down and saluted.
"I will see you, Your Majesty!"
Qiandi must have had a good rest last night and was in a good mood.
There was a faint smile on his face, and his voice was extremely calm.
"Get on your feet, dear friends, you don't need to be too polite."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Everyone just stood up, and Prince Zhou Yuan seemed to be unable to wait any longer.
My mouth is about to open, and I want to present the poem in my hand.
But Chen Yannian suddenly pulled him back and gave him a look, signaling him not to worry.
Soon, I saw Jingzhi, the Minister of Rites, taking a step slowly.
"Your Majesty, according to the report of the envoys who returned from Honglu Temple, the envoys from Liang State, Northern Wei and other countries are less than two hundred miles away from the capital."
"According to the time, we will probably arrive in the morning the day after tomorrow. Arrangements have been made at Honglu Temple."
"Well, tell Zhang Lue of Honglu Temple that when the delegation comes to Beijing, he, the head of Honglu Temple, will personally go there to greet them."
"This literary event is extremely important. It is also a time for me to show off my national prestige, so don't neglect it!"
Emperor Qian's explanation was extremely appropriate.
Lou Jingzhi bent down to accept the order and returned to his original position.
However, after listening to Emperor Qian's words, the group of civil and military ministers below all looked strange.
Demonstrate national prestige?
This time, their cultural meeting with Liang Guo was the most important and urgent matter.
And according to the previous literary fights, they were all suppressed and beaten by Liang Guo, and they had no power to fight back.
At this level, how can we demonstrate our national prestige? I'm afraid it will only be embarrassing, right?
But it was naturally impossible to say this clearly, so everyone just tensed up, and a few people couldn't help but sigh.
Seeing this situation, Emperor Qian on the dragon throne had already seen it.
"Mr. Lu Guo, I saw that you had a sad look on your face since you came in. Why are you sighing?"
There was still a bit of a smile on his face.
When the words fell, Duke Zhou Ai of Lu State did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Reporting to your Majesty, I am worried about this literary fight, so I sighed."
"Worried about Wen Du? Does Lu Guogong think that I, Da Gan, am not a match for Daliang in this Wen Du?"
Emperor Qian asked directly.
Zhou Ai didn't expect Emperor Qian to speak so straightforwardly. After being slightly stunned, she naturally couldn't hide anything.
He nodded and said helplessly: "Your Majesty, I, Da Qian, build a country by force. When it comes to the art of war, the Liang Kingdom is not a rival."
"If I, the Grand Ancestor of Da Qian, had not sympathized with all living beings in the world and could not bear to start another war, otherwise the current Liang Kingdom would have been incorporated into my territory of Da Qian."
"However, although the country is strong through the use of force, it has always been difficult for me to excel in grammar, and this is the pride of Liang Guo."
"Excuse me, I really don't know how to compete with Liang Guo in this civil war!"
Zhou Ai's voice was filled with worry.
He was originally one of the deans of Taiyue College, and he was also proficient in grammar.
Although he is not in the Hanlin Academy now, his status is not low.
When he said this, he was seeking truth from facts and there was no falsehood.
After listening to his words, several veterans soon stepped forward.
"Your Majesty, what Duke Lu Guo said is absolutely true. There have been several civil wars so far, but every time it was Liang Guo who stole the show."
"If we continue to lose like this, I'm afraid it will severely damage my self-confidence as a scholar!"
"Yes, Your Majesty, it will take time for me to work on grammar. I think it is unwise to argue with Liang Guo in this regard."
"I think so too! This civil war is not good for me!"
"..."
Most of the people who agreed were the Dukes of the current dynasty.
In addition, there are semi-retired veterans and some serving ministers and ministers.
Everyone's thoughts are actually very simple. There is really no need to continue this literary fight.
If you lose every time, then why hold on?
However, when they said this, the veterans of the Hanlin Academy were not very happy.
Especially the faces of Prime Minister He Minghui and others have changed slightly.
Soon, He Minghui stepped forward and retorted: "Your Majesty, I think what the several princes and ministers said is really inappropriate."
"Although I, Da Gan, have repeatedly failed in grammar, it does not mean that I, Da Gan, will definitely lose."
"According to your views, is it because we have suffered too many defeats that we have to withdraw from the civil war with Liang Guo?"
As soon as these words came out, his momentum became obviously much stronger.
The next second, Xiu Lin Bingzheng, the editor-in-chief of the Hanlin Academy, also stood up and said: "The more you lose, the more you have to fight with them, otherwise how can you make progress?"
"Your Majesty, our Daqian country is so powerful that it cannot be compared to the Liang Kingdom. How can we always show weakness in grammar?"
"I believe that we should continue to implement the late emperor's original good reform policy, set up schools, and improve the quality of the people. Only in this way can talents continue to emerge!"
"Yeah, that's right!"
Lou Jingzhi, the Minister of Rites, quickly nodded.
Not far away, Zhong Yongyuan, the current dean of Taiyue College, also looked satisfied.
However, before Emperor Qian could speak, Ji Lezhang, the Minister of Household Affairs, was a little displeased.
"Mr. Lin, you are talking lightly, promoting grammar reform and promoting education, but these all cost money!"
"Over the years, our Ministry of Accounts has allocated tens of millions of dollars, but what is the final result?"
"If this continues, all the money in my household department will be spent on those literati. How should we provide disaster relief and how should we fight wars? Have you thought about it?"
