He rolled his eyes. Anyway, there was still some time before the big change. He could use the marriage to develop a bit. By then, he could reach the thirteenth level of spirit, energy and spirit, break through the fetal transformation stage immediately, and then run away with his wife. Even if she was reluctant to give up her brother and his position as princess, he had to find a way to trick her away...
Zhao Ning was puzzled: "Brother Ying, why are you looking at me like that?"
She shrank her neck, a little worried that Ying Wuji might be a homosexual.
Ying Wuji shook his head: "Nothing!"
At this moment, everyone on the field had different expressions.
They were either scholars from various countries, officials from the State of Li, or music officials sent by the Zhou royal family.
Seeing such a shocking scene, no matter what position you stand on, your heart will be filled with shock and you won’t know what to say for a moment.
"I said..."
Han Juan still looked as if he was dying, as if the fortune map had nothing to do with him. He pointed at the black and white qi in front of his chest and said lazily: "This painting of mine should be considered a work of meaning!"
Everyone looked closely and found that the yin and yang energies on his chest were particularly conspicuous.
This is... the luck that belongs exclusively to the Yin-Yang School. It is extremely clear and even though it cannot be condensed into one, it is definitely something that students from hundreds of schools of thought envy.
A work of meaning!
Top grade!
Luo Yan nodded and said, "Congratulations to my nephew Han for writing this masterpiece. Unless there are three more profound masterpieces later, you will definitely have a place among the elite students at the Hundred Schools Festival!"
After hearing these words, the field fell into complete silence.
There are three articles with more profound ideas. Are you kidding me?
Although this picture of destiny is more about technique than idea, it is still beyond the reach of most people.
Three more articles?
The prince would probably wake up laughing in his dreams.
Han Juan's depressed face finally showed a smile, and he cupped his hands and said, "Thank you!"
After saying that, he prepared to leave.
Luo Yan stopped him and said, "Nephew Han, did you want to draw this map of the destiny of the country or did your master ask you to draw it?"
This question is very important and directly explains whether Taoists intend to participate in the disputes between the vassal states.
"My master asked me to do that."
Han Juan did not hide anything at all. After he finished speaking, he jumped over the wall and disappeared into the darkness. He had no attachment to this literary gathering at all. It seemed as if he came here just to give away this painting.
Everyone looked at the direction he left in silence.
Taoism is really coming back this time.
Jiang Taiyuan frowned slightly, wondering what his clan was trying to do.
Luo Yan stroked his beard and smiled, then said in a clear voice: "The literary competition continues. Who else has a good work?"
The scene was a little quiet. Originally, there were quite a few people preparing to go up, but when the Jiangshan Qiyun Map came out, no one knew if they had recovered from the shock. If they went out now... wouldn't that just be a complete embarrassment?
Furthermore…
It would be so embarrassing if you had just written the poem on the wall and then a painting came out and cleared the other half of the stone wall.
"Hahaha! Since you are all so humble, I will show you my ugliness first!"
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a heroic-looking young man standing up.
"Pingling-kun!"
"He wants to write poetry, too?"
"He's here to be a judge, why does he have to..."
"Pingling Jun has always been low-key, but this time he suddenly took action. I'm afraid it's also a meaningful work!"
"This...then didn't we participate in the second question in vain?"
Zhao Qi ignored everyone and walked towards the stone wall with a smile on his face. He bowed to Luo Yan and Jiang Taiyuan and said, "Prime Minister Luo, Commander Jiang, I need to clear the other half of the stone wall. Do you two mind?"
Luo Yan: “…”
Jiang Taiyuan: "..."
Everyone on the field: "..."
Fortunately, I didn’t come out just now, otherwise it would have been really embarrassing.
Seeing that no one had any objection, Zhao Qi released the inner energy in his palm, and the words on the other half of the stone wall disappeared in an instant.
Then he asked someone to take out a bronze pen that was as tall as a person. He smiled slightly and jumped up with the pen in hand.
Every stroke of the brush creates natural landscapes.
Under the control of his true energy, not a single drop of ink flew out of the stone wall, and the painting on the stone wall gradually took shape.
The painting shows a river with flying sand and rocks in the water and the river bank nearly a foot above the ground. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that it is the Yellow River that nourishes the Central Plains.
On both sides of the river bank, countless fertile fields are irrigated.
On the river bank, thousands of laborers were clearing the silt.
Two figures were standing on the river bank. The young man was wearing royal robes, but his feet were covered in mud. It was obvious that he had just cleaned the river himself. The old minister was holding a blueprint and explaining something to the young man.
Zhao Qi put down his pen and wrote three big words at the end: King, Minister, and People!
A wisp of clear air lingered in his chest. Although it was not as strong as Han Juan's just now, it was also a true Confucian aura.
A work of meaning.
Done!
All the officials present were surprised. They did not expect to witness the birth of two meaningful works in such a short period of time.
And the meaning is extremely clear.
A king should be sympathetic to the people.
I should share the country's worries.
Such paintings seem to make people see the revival of the spirit of Shun and Yu.
Everyone on the field was whispering.
"I never thought that Lord Pingling would have such noble sentiments!"
"Shun cultivated Mount Li, and Yu controlled floods, but few kings can do the same nowadays. Lord Pingling traveled around the world when he was young, and I heard that he experienced a lot of sufferings of the people, but the prince has always stayed in the palace."
"You don't want to live anymore?"
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