The day when the emperor gave the feast of eleven literary saints finally came.

In Xijing, everyone's eyes were gathered here.

This is a grand event, even though it is rare to see the entire Daxi Empire since its founding.

This grand event was specially held for eleven literary saints who wrote peerless works. Their status will be written into history on this grand event.

Without surprise, this was like a crown, and the imperial power was about to give them the most dazzling glory.

It has been passed down through the ages, from today.

This is a day that is destined to be recorded in history.

"The eleven saints of literature have received the favor of the saint because of their peerless works and are about to receive congratulations from all officials."

"Famousness has been passed down through the ages. They have reached the peak of their literary dynasty. This is an era of brilliant stars."

"A golden world, every one is our role model and a beacon on our way forward!"

Everyone was talking about it, and it was even more rumored in the scholars. All the scholars in the world were so excited and excited because of this grand event.

The emergence of the eleven literary saints and the great honor and status they have obtained fully proves the saying that only reading is high! No matter how poor or rich, the readers have given a powerful shot of chicken blood!... Imperial City.

At the palace gate, gorgeous carriages had stopped, and eleven Wen Sheng walked out of the carriage. They were all dressed in costumes, with a seemingly modest but complacent smile on their faces.

"All the sages of literature, the sages are here to please follow me."

The eunuch Qiao Baimei welcomed Shi Pohui and other eleven literary saints.

His arrival in person made Shi Bahui, Hu Tuchong and others extremely happy.

"Haha, Eunuch Qiao came to pick us up in person. Even Dayuan of the current dynasty would not have such treatment, right?"

"The Lord's attention to us can be seen!"

"This is a day that is destined to be written into history."

Hu Tuchong, Han Baoer and other groups of people all had a stronger look in their eyes.

"Prince, please!"

"Please! Please!"

"We can't let the emperor wait for a long time, let's go..." They spoke one after another and then walked in together.

At the same time, all the officials of the current dynasty also arrived today.

Li Wen, the right prime minister of the upper capital, came every official who was qualified to attend court.

At this moment, many officials have arrived in Zhaowen Hall.

"The so-called Zhaowen is set up by those who are well-written in the sky. I remember the last time I had a banquet at Zhaowen Hall, it was when Emperor Xiaowu..." An old official spoke with emotion in the Zhaowen Hall.

"Time has changed. During the Zhaowen Hall banquet during the reign of Emperor Xiaowu, there were only one or two great scholars who were passed down from generation to generation, and most of them were ordinary famous scholars at that time. But this time, we are eleven literary saints."

"Yes, in my opinion, the prosperity of our civil and political affairs has reached its peak when Jianye dynasty!"

"It is also our honor to be born in such an era to witness the rise and splendor of the eleven literary saints."

Other officials also spoke, with envious expressions on their faces.

Although the great scholars and scholars in the Hanlin Academy do not have the practical power as many as the officials in the court, what they have is enough to make anyone envious.

Who doesn’t want to leave a name for a literati in the world?

In the crowd, Li Wen sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, always keeping calm without any turmoil.

"The eleven saints of literature are here!"

At this time, a shout came.

All the officials stood up one after another.

In the eyes of everyone, Shi Pohui led Hu Tuchong and others into the scene.

Feeling so many respectful and envious eyes, they became more proud and felt more comfortable in their hearts.

"Please invite the eleven masters of literature to celebrate you later!"

Qiao Baimei stretched out her hand and guided Shi Pohui and others to walk towards the eleven cases in front.

The eleven or few tables were all made of white marble, and all the tables were filled with golden cups and jade pots, which were very luxurious.

Moreover, these eleven cases face the emperor sitting in the upper head, which is closest to the emperor. Even Li Wen, Duan Congrong, Gong Juren and other big Yuans must be in the back row! What is honor?

This is called honor! Shi Bahui and others all took their seats one by one, and their excitement and joy almost overflowed in their eyes.

After watching these eleven literary saints take their seats, all the officials slowly returned to their previous posture.

"The peak of Wendao!"

"We have never had such honor for many years, and we are enviable."

"If I hadn't been able to do this, I really wanted to go home to study the articles when I saw this."

Everyone spoke, even more envious.

"The Lord is here!"

A shout! All officials stood up.

I saw several eunuchs in the back hall leading Emperor Jianye to come.

Emperor Jianye was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and took his head to the top.

"Meet the Lord!"

All the officials spoke one after another.

Emperor Jianye waved his hand and said, "Flat."

He smiled at the eleven Wen Shengs who were sitting not far away in front of him, and said, "Shi Aiqing, you eleven Wenshu, you are all the best, and you are known as Wen Shengshu. I have read all your articles, and they are indeed wonderful things."

The emperor's praise made Shi Bahui and others extremely enjoyed.

"It's all for my emperor's blessing. If it weren't for my emperor's efforts to govern and the world would be prosperous, how could there be a place for us to write poems and essays?"

Shi Pohui spoke respectfully.

"Yes, it's all my emperor's wise."

"The emperor attaches great importance to the scholars, and everyone in the world knows that only the emperor is wise and wise, can we sing for peace!"

They all joined forces and flattered Emperor Jianye.

Emperor Jianye also smiled and said, "No matter what, in the Daxi period, these articles were born, which would be enough to shake the eternal."

"Give imperial wine."

Immediately, the palace maids on both sides came out and poured wine for eleven literary saints and officials.

Emperor Jianye raised his glass and said, "This cup is a celebration for the birth of the peerless girl!"

He drank it all in one go, and all officials also drank together.

"The Lord, I believe that the masterpieces of the eleven literary saints should be included in the royal treasury, and printed by the palace and sent to various states, so that the scholars of the world can see this article!"

At this time, an official stood up and reported.

"I commented on it! The master of the eleven literary saints can definitely push the literary power of our Daxi Kingdom to a higher level. It can be imagined that as long as these works are passed down for two or three years, countless younger elites will emerge!"

"I'm going to discuss it!"

"I'm going to discuss it!"

Others spoke one after another.

Emperor Jianye also smiled and said, "This natural and masterpiece passed down from generation to generation should be popularized by the palace to all states in the world."

"Thank you, Master!"

Shi Pohui and others were even more excited.

Although Xijing has been shocked at present, the chariots and horses have been circulating very slowly. The states in the world have not heard of their reputation. If the palace comes forward, then in the near future, they will become the Taishan Beidou, which the whole country worships! The elderly, weak, women and children, will know them.

"I'm a little confused when I talk about it."

At this time, the emperor continued to smile and said, "You have been in the Hanlin Academy for the shortest time, and it has been seven or eight years. Why do you choose to publish your best works this month?

Moreover, how do you write these works? Can you please explain my confusion?”

Shi Pohui stood up, his face did not blush and his heart was not beating, and said, "Your Majesty, ten years ago, I went to the ruins of Qin State. I saw broken walls and ruins, and the mountains and rivers remained unchanged. I felt moved, so I was inspired and wrote the Qin theory in ten years."

"Three years ago, I drank and wrote poems with my friends on Dongwang Pavilion in Xuzhou. I was in a state of great emotion and wrote a rough chapter of the preface to Dongwang Pavilion, which was later refined!"

In this world, there was an empire called "Qin", and history was similar to that of Li Fan.

But there is no "Tengwang Pavilion" in this world, only "Dongwang Pavilion".

Upon hearing this, Emperor Jianye nodded and said, "It seems that the articles in the world really need to be carefully studied and can be successful even in years."

"Give me a glass of imperial wine!"

The palace maid next to him poured another cup, and Shi Bahui's face was very happy.
To be continued...