Su Wentian took the paper raft from him and looked at the expression on his face, suddenly feeling something bad in his heart.
His eyes swept over the paper raft. After a while, a look of surprise appeared on Su Wentian's face, but then it darkened.
"Who wrote this...this poem?"
He turned to look at the man named Xu, and there was no longer any expression of joy on his face.
"The handwriting is in small regular script with hairpin flowers, elegant and lively. It must have been written by some talented girl from the Yunying Poetry Club. This poem was probably written by them." The young man surnamed Xu pointed to the handwriting on the paper raft and said.
He reached out and patted Su Wentian's shoulder, sighed and said, "Brother Su, I don't have much time left for you..."
Su Wentian knew what he meant. If they could not produce a poem beyond the standard of this poem in a short period of time, they would definitely lose today's competition and lose the qualification to participate in tomorrow's poetry competition.
But the words of the young man named Xu still gave him the urge to scold his mother.
What does it mean that there is not much time left for him? Even if he is given another day, a month, a year... or even a lifetime, he may not be able to compose such a poem.
If he had such ability, how could the title of the most talented man in Qing'an Prefecture fall to Yang Yanzhou and Shen Zhao?
"Raise a glass to the bright moon, and look at the shadows to form three..."
This poem is like an unattainable mountain standing in front of Su Wentian's eyes. Just looking at it makes him feel a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart.
Can't be surpassed!
"Impossible, this is impossible. There is no way anyone in Yunying Poetry Club can write such a poem, not even Wan Ruoqing!" Su Wentian said with an ugly face: "This poem does not look like it was written by a woman at all.
, "A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date", without relatives or friends, no one of them is satisfied with this alone, not to mention, "We will never be together without love, and we will meet each other forever"... How can a female prostitute have such a relationship?
Such a big heart?"
Su Wentian was extremely talented. After reading the poem a few times, he had an idea in his mind and said, "Go down and have a look. I don't believe this poem was written by the Yunying Poetry Society."
The young man surnamed Xu originally wanted to go downstairs. Hearing this, he nodded and followed him towards the stairs.
At this time, the location where the Yunying Poetry Club is located downstairs is already extremely crowded.
Not long after the poem was circulated, people started to come here one after another, with complex expressions and a hint of admiration.
There are so many talented people here, but they are not as good as a few women, which inevitably makes these men lose face, but the poem... is really well written!
At this time, no one had mentioned Su Wentian's name, and the excellent Mid-Autumn Festival poem he had just composed had been forgotten by everyone.
"The girl is so talented that it makes me want to die of shame and anger."
"After today, I am afraid that Miss Wan will be the most talented woman in Qing'an Mansion."
"Not only the most talented woman, if this poem is placed in tomorrow's poetry meeting, I'm sure Yang Yanzhou and Shen Zhao will also be inferior. We are lucky enough to be able to witness such a famous poem handed down from generation to generation. We have no regrets..."
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All the girls heard were words of praise, which far exceeded Fang Wentian's performance just now. Some even compared the top two talents in Qing'an Mansion with her and came to the conclusion that they were far inferior.
All because the quality of this song "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" is really as high as the sky...
Several talented girls from the Yunying Poetry Society were surrounded by the crowd, their pretty faces full of excitement. Naturally, there were many people around Wan Ruoqing. Listening to their boasts, their pretty faces were slightly embarrassed, and they forgot about Li Yi with a guilty conscience.
At a glance, she saw him looking at her with a smile, and the blush on his face became even brighter.
"That poem was obviously written by my uncle..."
The little maid pouted at the side and muttered in a low voice, feeling very angry for her uncle...
When Su Wentian and the young man named Xu came downstairs and walked here, they were blocked from the crowd and couldn't squeeze in.
"Everyone, make way, make way..."
"Don't squeeze...who stepped on my foot..."
"My mother, what shameless rat touched my butt!"
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The two finally squeezed in, which immediately aroused dissatisfaction from everyone. When they turned around and saw that the person coming was Su Wentian, their expressions became strange and they made way for him.
After all, if a super dark horse hadn't suddenly appeared, Su Wentian would have had the last laugh today. He gained and lost again. He must have felt uncomfortable at all. Everyone also wanted to see his reaction, so it was best to express it again.
Speech before winning the award...
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Su Wentian walked up to the women of Yunying Poetry Society, first bowed his hands and saluted, and said: "This poem "Drinking Alone under the Moon" is actually the pinnacle of Mid-Autumn poetry. Su admires it very much...
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At this point, the conversation suddenly changed: "I wonder which talented woman from the Yunying Poetry Society wrote this poem?"
Among the women, the pretty face of the younger girl changed slightly. Although she quickly returned to normal, she was still caught by Su Wentian.
The corner of his mouth curled up, and there was indeed something fishy in it!
"Is it Miss Wan?" Su Wentian looked at Wan Ruoqing with a half-smile but said.
"No." Wan Ruoqing shook her head.
Even if she wanted to win today's competition, she couldn't say such untrue words.
"Could it be Miss Zuimo?" Su Wentian turned to look at Zeng Zuimo and asked.
"I don't have this kind of literary talent." Zeng Zuimo shook his head and said.
"That is……"
"No need to ask, this poem was written by this young master." It was obvious that Su Wentian deliberately wanted to make them look bad. Before he could finish speaking, Wan Ruoqing pointed at Li Yi beside him and said.
Li Yi glanced at Wan Ruoqing helplessly and sighed inwardly.
"This girl is really sincere..."
As soon as Wan Ruoqing finished speaking, there was an uproar around him.
"What!"
"Isn't this poem written by Miss Wan?"
"How could that scholar produce such a masterpiece!"
"So, this poem cannot be regarded as published by Yunying Poetry Society?"
"It's a pity. If it weren't for this, this poem would definitely overwhelm all the talented people if it were placed in tomorrow's poetry meeting!"
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Seeing the surprised expressions on everyone's faces, Fang Wentian already had a smile on his face, looked at Wan Ruoqing and said: "If Su remembers correctly, except for a few poetry clubs, outsiders seem not to be able to participate in this competition.
Bar?"
The pretty faces of the girls from the Yunying Poetry Club changed slightly when they heard this. Today's competition does have this rule, but in fact, every poetry club will invite some familiar talents. If they can also do it
Good poetry can be considered as being produced by one's own poetry club. This is something that everyone understands tacitly, but rules are rules. If we take it seriously, poems written by outsiders will naturally not count.
Thinking of this, their hearts all sank.
"What if...this young master is not an outsider?"
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the side.
