Father, I am back to fight!

Chapter 43

Jinghua Palace!

Daliang is a place specially used for entertaining foreign guests. In the center of the hall, beautiful women are dancing gracefully. There are hundreds of tables on both sides, and on each table, there are fine wines and delicious food!

The worst person attending the banquet was a fifth-rank official in the court!

More than a dozen princes and lords came!

"Emperor Liang! I've heard that Daliang is a flourishing literary power. My Northern Liang delegation has come to Daliang. Wouldn't it be a disappointment if we don't compete with the people of Daliang in literary talent?"

"Therefore, I have brought a poem with me. If anyone in Daliang can surpass mine in poetry, I, Beiliang, will immediately deliver 100,000 war horses and Lake Bekaa to Daliang!"

"But if Daliang can't do it, then not only will Beiliang not give Daliang a single warhorse, but Daliang's Hutou Pass and 100,000 dan of grain will all belong to Beiliang!"

Hu Yanqing arrived with a group of envoys. He first knelt down respectfully and saluted, then stood up and said with a sneer.

He took out a scroll from his sleeve, and the two Beiliang envoys immediately stepped forward and worked together to open the scroll.

"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the monkeys are howling mournfully, the sand is clear and the white birds are flying back. The endless fallen leaves are rustling down, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in."

When all the officials present saw the poem Hu Yanqing took out, they were shocked, their eyes full of disbelief!

There is actually someone in Beiliang who can write such a poem!

With just one glance, they were sure that this poem was absolutely worthy of being called a quatrain of all time!

Not to mention them, even the sages of Daliang throughout the ages could never produce poems that could match them, let alone surpass them!

"Your Majesty! Daliang has already won the hunting competition. We must not compete with Beiliang again!"

Minister of Rites Zhong Lige immediately knelt before Emperor Liang and spoke loudly.

Emperor Liang frowned. When he saw this poem, he knew that no one in Daliang could write a poem that could match this one!

So, there is absolutely no comparison!

Just as the Emperor of Liang was about to refuse, Hu Yanqing took the initiative and sneered, "Haha! If Daliang dares not compete, the Emperor of Liang will issue an edict, announcing to the world that Daliang's scholars are inferior to our Beiliang scholars! Moreover, Daliang's scholars will respectfully call our Beiliang scholars their predecessors!"

"Hu Yanqing! You are wishful thinking! My Daliang has been a country of flourishing literature since ancient times, and our scholars are recognized as the best among all the countries. You, the people of Beiliang, who eat raw meat and drink blood, think you can surpass my Daliang in culture? Dream on!"

After hearing what Hu Yanqing said, all the officials present gnashed their teeth and pointed at Hu Yanqing and cursed him.

"Haha! If the people of Daliang don't dare to compete, then it's also true that we are culturally inferior to Beiliang. If Daliang doesn't acknowledge this fact, then it's a dishonesty. If you don't keep your word, why do you ask me, Beiliang, to keep my word?"

Hu Yanqing sneered repeatedly and used clever rhetoric.

At this moment, Qin Yu strode in and looked at Hu Yanqing: "Hu Yanqing, this prince wants to ask you, is there a person named Du Fu in Beiliang?"

"Who is Du Fu? I've never heard of him!"

Hu Yanqing said with a proud look on his face.

He felt that Qin Yu was just trying to be mysterious by asking him these questions.

"Haha! That's easy. Daliang will compete with you! But if you lose, not only will Beiliang have to hand over 100,000 war horses and Lake Bekaa to Daliang, but you will also have to remain in Daliang as prisoners. You can only leave after Beiliang delivers 100,000 war horses and Lake Bekaa to Daliang. If war breaks out between our two countries, this prince will sacrifice your heads!"

Qin Yu said with a sneer.

Since this poem was created by someone in this world by chance, what else does he have to worry about? He brought out all 300 Tang and Song poems. Who in this world can match him?

"Sixth Brother! Don't be reckless!"

Qin Mang immediately spoke out to stop him!

"Your Highness! This poem is truly a timeless masterpiece. Even I, an old man, am ashamed of myself. You have been a coward and incompetent since childhood, barely knowing how to read. This competition is absolutely unacceptable. We have no chance of winning!"

Minister of Rites Zhong Lige also hurriedly advised.

"Father! I understand! The hunting competition must be part of a conspiracy between Hu Yanqing and my sixth brother, all for the purpose of competing in literature at today's banquet!"

"If Daliang loses, not only will we have to give Beiliang grain and Hutou Pass, but it will also shake the hearts of Daliang's scholars. This is the foundation of Daliang!"

"I also ask Father to execute my sixth brother. This competition is absolutely unacceptable!"

Qin Mang looked at Qin Yu coldly, his mind racing, a sinister look flashing in his eyes. He walked to the middle, knelt down in front of Emperor Liang, and spoke loudly.

Ah!

After hearing what Qin Mang said, all the civil and military officials present were suddenly enlightened. It turned out that the letter found by the patrol camp last night was real!

Qin Yu was indeed conspiring with Beiliang, but the conspiracy was not about the hunting competition, but about today's literary competition!