Naturally, a few people didn't know that after seeing the two poems that were circulated in the city yesterday, Yang Yanzhou no longer had much expectations for today's poetry meeting.
He is recognized as the number one talent in Qing'an Prefecture, and he naturally has great confidence in poetry, but his confidence was shaken yesterday.
The song "Niannujiao" is not bad. Although it can be regarded as a good lyric, he still has the confidence to write better lyrics. However, the song "Drinking Alone under the Moon" that "raises a glass to invite the bright moon and makes three people in the shadow",
Even he was truly shocked.
The poems written by Yang Yanzhou are very popular in Qing'an Prefecture, but in fact he also has high attainments in poetry. When he first read this poem, he felt like reading the famous poems left by his predecessors, and he couldn't write any poems.
A little comparison with it.
A similar feeling occurred a month ago.
When he first heard the song "Magpie Bridge Immortal", Yang Yanzhou was at the Chinese Valentine's Day poetry gathering and had just written the first sentence of his poem. After that... he couldn't write anymore.
Zhuyu first, as the most talented person, if Yang Yanzhou's lyrics cannot surpass the song "Magpie Bridge Immortal", it would be better not to write it at all.
However, Shen Zhao was even more unlucky. A Chinese Valentine's Day poem had already won unanimous praise from everyone, but when he encountered the sentence "If the love lasts for a long time, how can we live day and night", it was like a firefly compared to it.
The bright moon was instantly eclipsed and no one paid attention to it.
Afterwards, Shen Zhao angrily tore the proud poem into pieces and publicly announced that he would never compose Chinese Valentine's Day poems in the future. Although Yang Yanzhou had never said anything similar, he was afraid that if he wrote Chinese Valentine's Day poems in the future, it would only be for his own private entertainment.
I won’t put it out for anyone to comment on.
Not only for the two of them, I am afraid that in the literary world in the future, Chinese Valentine's Day poems will be a taboo that talented people will not touch easily.
After that night, although Yang Yanzhou wanted to get to know the talented man who wrote "The Magpie Bridge Immortal", he never met him. It is still a big regret in his heart.
Afterwards, someone mentioned that person to him and Shen Zhao, with the implicit intention of praising him as the most talented person in Qing'an. Yang Yanzhou didn't care much about this. A Chinese Valentine's Day poem can't explain anything. Some poetic talents
Even mediocre people can surprise people with their occasional works.
Yang Yanzhou can be recognized by so many people, so he naturally has some abilities. He doesn't feel that he is weaker than that person. However, no matter what, such a person is worthy of his acquaintance.
While he was thinking about these things, a person was already walking over not far away. Hearing the footsteps gradually approaching, Yang Yanzhou turned around and saw a young talented man walking towards this side.
"Brother Wan..."
The other party was also a very famous talent in Qing'an Prefecture. Yang Yanzhou bowed his hand to him and said hello.
After the other party returned the gift, he said with some curiosity: "Just now, I saw brother Yanzhou pouring himself a drink over there for a long time. Could it be that he has something on his mind?"
Yang Yanzhou smiled and said, "Brother Lao Wan is worried about me, but Yanzhou has nothing to worry about."
"Is it because none of the masterpieces written by many talented people tonight can catch the eye of Brother Yanzhou?" The talented man surnamed Wan smiled and said with some ridicule: "That's right, Brother Wan is the number one talented man in my Qing'an Mansion.
There are thousands of ravines, and our proud work may be extremely mediocre in the eyes of Brother Wan."
Yang Yanzhou knew that he was making fun of himself, so he just smiled and did not speak. At this time, he heard the talented man named Wan speak again: "Brother Yanzhou has already heard of "Drinking Alone under the Moon" and "Nian Nujiao" yesterday.
Alright?"
Yang Yanzhou nodded when he heard this and said: "The entire Qing'an Mansion is hotly discussing this matter today. How could we not know about such a superb work?"
"This is the first time I have heard of the name of the Yunying Poetry Club, but I didn't know that there are many women in this small poetry club. I heard that several talented women from the Yunying Poetry Club are also here.
Brother Zhou, do you want to go visit with me?" The talented man named Wan looked at him and said with a smile.
"I heard that these two poems were not written by women, but since they are related to the Yunying Poetry Society, let's go and have a look together." Yang Yanzhou nodded.
The two of them laughed and talked all the way, walked out of the water pavilion in the middle, and walked in a certain direction.
"Look, that's not..."
"That's Mr. Yang, he's coming this way!"
"Ah, is he Yang Yanzhou, the most talented person in Qing'an Prefecture?"
"Come here, come here, is Mr. Yang coming to our place?"
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Yang Yanzhou's name is extremely resounding in Qing'an Mansion. As the people who receive the most attention tonight, he is destined to be the focus of everyone's attention no matter where he goes.
He hasn't published any poems tonight, and I don't know how many people are staring at him.
Especially those women who admired his talent very much, their beautiful eyes were shining, and they were always paying attention to his every move, and immediately there was quite a commotion.
In the pavilion in the corner, several women from the Yunying Poetry Society circulated to each other the masterpieces that had been circulated tonight, whispering from time to time, with a faint look of envy on their pretty faces.
Wan Ruoqing was excerpting her favorite poems from the side. Zeng Zuimo was leaning on her shoulder, his beautiful eyes staring blankly in a certain direction, seeming a little uninterested.
She actually didn't have much interest in this poetry meeting. She just thought that if she could meet Li Yi here, she would definitely ask what kind of techniques were used in that painting to make it so vivid.
Until now, there is still no news. Although I feel regretful, I also realize that that person may not come.
With an inadvertent glance, a graceful figure seemed to flash past, and a beautiful profile appeared in front of Zeng Zuimo's eyes. After being stunned for a moment, she stood up suddenly.
"What's wrong?"
This sudden movement startled Wan Ruoqing, who hurriedly stopped writing and looked at her, asking with concern.
"It's her, I just saw her!"
Zeng Zui Mo's pretty face was full of excitement, and her eyes glanced around anxiously, but she never found the shadow that had been engraved in the depths of her mind.
"Who did you see?" Wan Ruoqing asked doubtfully.
"That woman in the painting, I really saw her just now!" The figure flashed past and then disappeared immediately, unable to be found. Zeng Zuimo's tone became a little anxious.
"What, you saw the woman in the painting, where is she?" Wan Ruoqing was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then immediately stood up and looked at her and asked.
"It's right there!" Zeng Zuimo pointed in a certain direction and said, "What was there just now, I can no longer see it in the blink of an eye."
"Could I have seen it wrong?" Wan Ruoqing asked with some uncertainty.
"You can't be wrong." Zeng Zuimo said with certainty.
Over the past few days, she had been copying that painting every day. The appearance of that beautiful woman had been engraved in her mind, so how could she admit her mistake?
As long as we can find that woman, we can naturally find the person who painted that painting, that is, the talented man named Li Yi. Zeng Zuimo was anxious and was about to go over to look for her. Not far away, several figures came towards her.
As those people approached, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to become a little abnormal.
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At this time, somewhere in the garden.
"May I ask the girl your last name?"
Li Xuan looked at the beautiful woman in front of him politely and said with a smile.
Liu Ruyi glanced at him lightly and uttered one word in a cold tone.
