After my soul traveled to ancient times, I don't want to be cannon fodder

As Zhong Ning finished speaking, the talented scholars in Kyoto, led by Gu Mingzhe, stood up and saluted in the direction of the delegation.

Fang Ping didn't realize it at first, but when he saw the person sitting in front of him stand up, he immediately stood up and echoed him.

By the way, I also gave Zhong Ning a wink, well done, you are worthy of being my fellow villager!

Zhong Ning followed his gaze and rolled her eyes at him. "Do you even need to tell me that? We Chinese women never admit defeat!"

"I've heard that the Seventh Prince of Beidi has been taught by great scholars since he was young and is quite talented in poetry. We are humble and would like to learn a thing or two from him!"

Before Yelu Zhen could say anything, another deputy envoy from the Northern Di tribe, Tong Yizhou, jumped out first:

"How dare you, commoners, challenge our Seventh Prince? Is the Great Yong Imperial Family completely destitute? How dare you humiliate our Northern Di Prince like this!"

"Your Excellency, please calm down! These are not ordinary people. This one is the Prime Minister's legitimate son, that one is the son of the Duke of Fuguo, and there is also the son of the Marquis of Pingning, the son of the Duke of Yingguo, and..."

Crown Prince Murong Fu's mouth twitched slightly when he saw Fang Ping. He really didn't know who this person was, so he could only make up for it by saying, "And others..."

"These people are the best of our Dayong youth generation. They will not humiliate the Seventh Prince!"

Tong Yizhou sat down silently, and Yelu Zhen smiled and said:

"I have always hoped to exchange ideas with the talented scholars of Dayong. Now that I have this opportunity, I would like to thank His Majesty the Great Yong and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince for making it happen!"

No matter who the other party is, as long as he can win this round, he can talk about the next annual tribute!

"Does the Second Prince also want to participate?" Yelu Zhen turned to ask Li Yuanche. Li Yuanche saw that everyone's eyes were on him.

Seeing Murong Lan looking at him with sparkling eyes, he immediately slammed the table and said, "Of course I will participate!"

"Second Prince," the Western Rong envoy was a little worried. His prince was not good at this. If he participated, wouldn't he be at a disadvantage?

Li Yuanche waved his hand and then selected two Hanlin scholars who were proficient in Chinese studies and culture from the envoy group to join.

The Northern Di envoys were really angry.

Dayong sent so many talented people to fight, and Xirong also had three people, but they, Beidi, only had the seventh prince.

Liu Dingfu stood up and saluted, saying, "Your Majesty, in order to ensure fairness, I hope each of the four parties will send one person as a representative to exchange some ideas!"

Emperor Yong hesitated, "This..."

He turned his gaze towards the direction of the talented scholars below, and then instinctively looked at Zhong Ning. Zhong Ning understood his meaning and spoke directly:

"Since this is a competition, we should set standards. How about this: we divide it into three rounds, each with a different theme. In the first round, one person will enter the competition. The winner will continue to participate, and the loser can replace the other person."

All the envoys agreed with this, saying that if this was the case, it was fair.

"As for the judges, once the poems are published, their quality will be clear at a glance. If you feel that there is an injustice afterwards, all the poems can be made public for the world to judge, and the truth and falsehood will be judged by their own judgment!"

Yelu Zhen, Li Yuanche and others remained silent.

Originally, they thought that Princess Zhaohua would directly let His Majesty the Great Yong and the court officials make the decision. If so, how could there be any fairness?

But now, she said that once the poems are published, the level of the poems will be clear at a glance. If you are not convinced, people in the world can judge for themselves!

This means that the results of this competition and all the poems submitted will be made public. Yelu Zhen smiled slightly. He would be very happy if this happened!

What's the point of just conquering the Northern Di?

The only thing he really wants is to conquer all the scholars in the world!

"Princess Zhaohua's words are very good!"

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. If they did well, it would indeed be a good opportunity to make a name for themselves, but if they did not do well, wouldn't it only add to their notoriety?

Meng Huanyan looked very embarrassed when she saw that the three parties were communicating well. She had just lost face and what she wanted most now was to save her face.

But she was not good at poetry, so she could only turn her attention to the deputy envoy Meng Zhen beside her. Meng Zhen's body stiffened slightly, and then he showed a wry smile.

That look on his face almost said that he really didn't understand, so don't make things difficult for him!

Meng Huanyan looked at the other people in the delegation again, only to see that everyone was avoiding her gaze.

What a bunch of rubbish!

Meng Huanyan was furious and looked at Zhong Ning even more viciously.

It's all because of this woman!

That's why she faces such an embarrassing situation!

The little hand hidden under the table flicked lightly, and a translucent little insect took advantage of the moment when everyone's attention was focused on the discussion and pounced towards Zhong Ning.

Danger suddenly approached, and Zhong Ning felt his hair stand on end.

She glanced around but couldn't find where the danger was. However, the look in the little Nanzhao princess's eyes when she looked at her was sinister and seemed to have bad intentions.

Suddenly, she remembered the information about the little princess's methods and slammed the table with her palm.

With a bang, the powerful internal force created some ripples in the air, and immediately shocked the poisonous insect that was about to approach her back along its path.

Before Meng Huanyan's sinister smile stopped, he felt something being put into his mouth.

A familiar feeling came over her, and she stiffened slightly.

Only then did I understand that this so-called ignorant and uneducated commoner princess of Dayong was actually a martial arts master.

Doesn't this mean that all my little actions are seen by the other party?

Meng Huanyan was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat, but at this moment, she could only press it down.

Just because this woman can't be touched doesn't mean she can't touch others.

Thinking of her father's instructions to her before leaving, Meng Huanyan closed her eyes. This time, since she had come, she would not give up easily.

The three parties on the field seemed to have reached a unanimous agreement that this competition was only for cultural exchange and did not involve anything else. The gist was that friendship came first, and winning or losing came second!

Of course, that being said, the actual situation can be seen from the sparks that almost flew when the three parties looked at each other!

"Princess Yongning, let's go together?" Zhong Ning looked at Meng Huanyan and said with a smile.

Meng Huanyan secretly gritted her teeth, clenched her hands in her sleeves, but pretended to be relaxed:

"Unlike Dayong, which boasts a wealth of talented individuals and flourishing poetry, Nanzhao values ​​practical strategies over poetry. I'm afraid Princess Zhaohua will be disappointed."

This means that when we in Nanzhao recruit talents, we have always only valued practical skills. Poetry is useless to the country, so naturally we are not very proficient in it.

"That's not the way to say it. Essays should be practical, and poetry should cultivate sentiment. One is real, the other is imaginary, and they complement each other. That's the best way." Zhong Ning picked up the handkerchief and smiled slightly.

"Today, the four nations gather for a friendly exchange of ideas. If Nanzhao doesn't join, wouldn't that be a disappointment? Princess Yongning, you don't want to be accused by the world of not daring to accept the challenge and giving up before it even begins, do you?"

Meng Huanyan's breathing stopped!

The look he gave Zhong Ning was full of murderous intent!