Seeing Shang Henshui walking back with a grim look on his face, Zhao Hao hurried forward to comfort him.
"Mr. Shang, this is just the first round. There are still two rounds to go. We just need to win it back!"
Hearing him say this, Duan Yu on the side snorted coldly.
"You are unlearned and unskilled!"
"What do you know?"
"This second round is a competition of poetry and painting!"
"Your Majesty gave the topic, and the people from the Three Kingdoms painted according to the topic on the spot, and then wrote poems on the paintings."
"And the Wu Kingdom has a painting saint who is the best in the world!"
"And a poet!"
"So we are basically doomed to lose this second game!"
Zhao Hao was startled and quickly looked at Shang Henshui.
Shang Henshui nodded solemnly.
"Xiao Duan is right."
"Three literary duels."
"First round: Tossing pots and flying flowers!"
"The second scene, a perfect combination of poetry and painting!"
"The third scene: A single word determines the fate of the country!"
"One word determines the country" means that the three kingdoms each wrote a poem on the theme of the country to decide the final victory.
"Of these three competitions, we must win the first one."
"This way we can take the initiative!"
"As for the second match, since Wu has a painting saint, we almost let him go by default!"
"One win, one loss, and then go for the third game."
"Now that we've lost the first game..."
Shang Henshui didn't continue speaking, Zhao Hao already understood.
"So, we can just wait to lose now, right?"
He glanced at Jiang Wan'er sitting on the dragon throne.
At this moment, Jiang Wan'er's expression looked much more serious than before.
Obviously, they didn't expect that the country would lose the first game.
Zhao Hao retracted 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 just wait until we lose!"
Shang Henshui sighed heavily: "We can only leave it to fate. Forget about the painting aspect. We will definitely not win. We can only try our best in poetry."
Zhao Hao frowned when he heard this: "Isn't it the same as if you didn't say anything?"
Duan Yu snorted coldly, "How about you, Mr. Zhao, who is famous in the capital, go up and give it a try?"
Duan Yu made some sarcastic remarks just now, but Zhao Hao ignored him.
Now this kid is actually going even further.
Zhao Hao sucked his teeth and said, "Xiao Duan, you are just a student of the Imperial College, but you repeatedly speak disrespectfully to me, the director of the Imperial College. Are you a little too proud?"
He spoke in a loud voice, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Seeing so many eyes looking over here, Duan Yu's face changed. He wanted to say something in rebuttal, but held it back.
Sitting on the dragon chair, Jiang Wan'er frowned and asked, "Zhao Hao, what are you doing?"
Zhao Hao immediately walked out and bowed to Jiang Wan'er.
"Your Majesty, I just asked Shang Jijiu, and he said that I, Da Gan, will basically lose the next two literary duels!"
"I was a little unconvinced, so I had a brief chat."
Jiang Wan'er's beautiful eyes flashed, and she immediately heard the hidden meaning in Zhao Hao's words.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and asked, "So what do you mean?"
Zhao Hao said calmly: "In my opinion, since the possibility of losing the next competition is very high, it is better to let me compete."
When the ministers from various countries present heard him say this, they all stood up from their seats in shock.
"Your Majesty, absolutely not!"
"Zhao Hao's name is known to everyone. We must not let him participate in the competition!"
"He can't bear such a huge responsibility!"
Everyone looked and saw that the person who was speaking was not someone else, but Zhao Hao's father, Zhao Wenxiang.
He didn't want his son to be involved in this.
It would be fine if we win.
If you lose.
That will definitely be condemned by all the people in the world.
No father would want his son to be in that situation.
After hearing what Zhao Wenxiang said, the other ministers all fell silent.
At this time, everyone in the delegation had a smile on their faces, as if they were watching a play, and did not say a word.
Jiang Wan'er did not rush to express her opinion, but looked at Shang Henshui.
"Shang Jijiu, Zhao Hao said he wants to fight alone, what do you think?"
Shang Henshui was stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Your Majesty, this..."
He was indeed a little undecided because the matter was of great importance.
It is so important.
Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and said, "Old Shang, why are you still hesitating? I am here to take the blame for you, don't you know?"
Shang Henshui glared at him fiercely: "Stinky boy, what kind of occasion is this? How can you be so rash?"
Seeing the two people whispering to each other and no conclusion could be reached for a while, Jiang Wan'er directly made the final decision.
"Okay, I've decided. I'll do the next two literary duels, and Zhao Hao will take on the challenge alone!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience was in an uproar.
Everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Hao.
Zhao Wenxiang wanted to speak immediately, but was interrupted by Jiang Wan'er.
"Zhao Qing, you don't have to say anything. I believe in Zhao Hao's ability!"
"That's settled, let's move on!"
Since Jiang Wan'er said so, Zhao Wenxiang had no choice but to walk back with an extremely grim expression.
On the delegation side, Princess Li Ge came out again.
She bowed to Jiang Wan'er and said, "Your Majesty, can we continue?"
Jiang Wan'er nodded and said, "We can continue!"
The palace maids hurriedly took away the things used in the game of tossing pots, and carried out three long tables from the back of the hall.
Put the tables side by side and place the Juan paper on them.
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