Therefore, he ignored the frowns of Wuzhu and Balisu and patted his chest, determined to be an envoy and make a big show of himself to demonstrate his talents.

When the two sides met, Emperor Zhao asked the envoy's name, origin, and family background in detail on the other side of the river, and then accepted the gift calmly. Zheng Zhichang, who had obviously changed his clothes, did not say a word.

Immediately, Wen Dunsizhong looked around proudly, waiting for the other party to ask about the military situation of the Jin army, and then humiliated him in person with the old story of Jingkang...

However, Zhao Jiu, who was wearing a golden helmet and armor, looked at this person, thought for a moment, and suddenly smiled at his international friend He Yan, who had already made great contributions: "Today is a beautiful spring day. The two countries have a combined army of 300,000 to hunt in Pujin. Poetry is indispensable. Let's hold a poetry meeting by the river, with spring as the theme, and no limit to rhyme... Scholar Zheng will come first to lead the way!"

Wen Dunsizhong was stunned, while Zheng Zhichang was overjoyed.

Wen Dunsizhong left in shame and anger that day. The next morning, Emperor Zhao suddenly summoned Zheng Zhichang again, but made him wait in the central army for a long time before smiling at him again: "It's good that you came... Yesterday's poetry gathering has been organized and I signed it myself. Now I have to trouble you to go to the other side and deliver the collection of poems to King Wei of Jin."

Zheng Zhichang was slightly startled, his heart was bleeding, but he smiled, then he bowed proudly and responded. Judging from his demeanor, he was indeed a romantic figure of the time: "Your Majesty's behavior this time is really like the elegant music of ancient sages... Zhichang is happy to serve."

Zhao Jiu smiled and replied: "For example, Zheng Xueshi, a famous minister of Goryeo, was in a country of 20,000 miles, and he crossed the Yellow River to spread civilization. This is also the style of a famous minister in ancient times."

Zheng Zhichang smiled apologetically, but there was a strange blush on his face... It seemed that he was too thin-skinned and felt a little embarrassed by the praise.

PS: I will continue to offer my new books... "Victory is Justice" and "Emperors Chatting in the Group".