The name Shen Zhao is not unfamiliar to Zhao Yunrou and several women in the Yunying Poetry Club.
Although the famous talent in Qing'an Mansion has always been outshone by Yang Yanzhou and can only be regarded as the second in command for a thousand years, in the eyes of others, his talent is still boundless.
Several women covered their mouths and whispered softly. Although they were called talented women, Shen Zhao and Yang Yanzhou were still existences that they needed to look up to in their hearts. To a certain extent, they and those women who admired their talents There is no difference.
"It turns out to be Mr. Shen. I just read Mr. Shen's poems. He is so talented and talented that the little girl admires him very much."
Shen Zhao has already composed a Mid-Autumn Festival poem tonight. Zhao Yunrou and several women from the Yunying Poetry Club have already read it. As the president of the poetry club, Zhao Yunrou was surprised why Shen Zhao came over to talk to them. , but still bowed politely and said with a smile.
"The girl is so complimentary. Shen really can't bear the girl's praise." Shen Zhao cupped his hands, then looked at her and said: "Not to mention "Drinking Alone Under the Moon", it's the song "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" that your company produced yesterday. "Niannujiao" is also something Shen is far behind."
Zhao Yunrou looked slightly startled when she heard this, as if she didn't expect that Shen Zhao would suddenly say such words, and for a moment she didn't know how to respond.
At this moment, Shen Zhao was heard asking again: "I wonder if the talented man who wrote "Toast a glass to the bright moon and make three people in the shadow" is here tonight?"
As soon as he said this, Zhao Yunrou realized that this was Shen Zhao's purpose for coming here, and said apologetically: "To be honest, that young master is not here tonight."
"That's a pity." Shen Zhao said with a look of disappointment: "If those two masterpieces are presented tonight, there should be no doubt that they will win the first place in this Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition."
"I don't think so. The poem that Brother Shen wrote tonight is also the pinnacle of Mid-Autumn Festival poems. It may not be as weak as those two poems."
"Yes, "Niannujiao" is too affectionate. In my opinion, it is still not as good as Brother Shen."
"Although "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" is good, it is not a poem, so there is no need to compare it."
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When Shen Zhao walked over, there were already a lot of people following him. Now one person spoke, which immediately aroused everyone's approval.
Being praised by so many people, Shen Zhao was naturally very grateful. Although he declined modestly, his face still looked a little pleased.
For today's poetry meeting, he had already finished a Mid-Autumn Festival poem a few months ago. After months of polishing and deliberation, he finally finalized it not long ago. He was extremely satisfied with the quality of the poem and thought about it. At the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival, suppressing Yang Yanzhou would release the resentment that has been suppressed by him for a long time...
But despite all the calculations, he had not expected that on the day before the Mid-Autumn Poetry Recital, a dark horse would suddenly break out and throw out two Mid-Autumn poems, even he would be stunned.
Shen Zhao was good at composing lyrics but not at composing poems. He actually didn't have much impression of "Drinking Alone under the Moon", but the quality of "Niannujiao" was comparable to the Mid-Autumn Festival poem he prepared. If the two were in the same poetry club, Compared with others, even if Shen Zhao is as confident as Shen Zhao, there is no guarantee that he will win.
Fortunately, the poem was presented before the Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition, so naturally he could not participate in tonight's selection. Otherwise, he would not have competed with Yang Yanzhou yet, and he might be compared to that poem first.
Of course, this is not all a bad thing. At least in Shen Zhao's opinion, that person will never be able to compose poetry of that level in a short period of time. However, the other party's reputation is already known to everyone. If he can beat him tonight On the one hand, I am afraid that his reputation will be greatly improved. If he defeats Yang Yanzhou, maybe the title of the most talented person in Qing'an Prefecture will fall on him, Shen Zhao.
He just looked for Yunying Poetry Society with this in mind.
However, what he didn't expect was that that person did not attend the poetry meeting tonight, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Zhao Yunrou listened to the flattering words of those people and didn't know how to speak for a while. It was common for talents to praise each other, but even though Shen Zhao's reputation was there, in Zhao Yunrou's heart, the young master's yesterday was His talent is already on the same level as Shen Zhao and Yang Yanzhou.
"Although that person is not here tonight, Miss Wan from Yunying Poetry Club is also very talented. Even men like me would be ashamed. I wonder what masterpiece Miss Wan will produce tonight?" At this moment, suddenly there was someone. A voice came from the crowd.
Seeing the man walking out of the crowd, the pretty faces of Zhao Yunrou and the women from Yunying Poetry Club changed slightly.
"Su Wentian!"
Although I don't know why he appeared here, the other party obviously doesn't have any good intentions.
Everyone in the venue was somewhat familiar with the name Wan Ruoqing. After all, Qing'an Mansion is so big, and although there are many talented people, when it comes to talented women, there are only a few who can be named. Everyone will naturally know Be familiar with it.
This was the first time Shen Zhao had heard of this. He was extremely talented and famous, and he had no interest in paying attention to those who were not as famous as him.
"This little girl has little talent, so naturally she can't compare with all the talented men. It's just a humble work, so I won't show it to show my shame." Wan Ruoqing said calmly, with an extremely humble attitude.
"Miss Wan, why should you be too self-effacing? The song "Magpie Bridge Immortal" that I played that day is something I will never be able to match in my lifetime." Su Wentian still had a smile on his face. When he spoke, his eyes casually looked towards Shen Zhao. glanced at it.
Sure enough, after hearing the three words "Magpie Bridge Immortal", Shen Zhao's face became a little unhappy.
Because of this poem that day, he impulsively tore up his favorite work with his own hands and vowed that he would never compose a Qixi Festival poem again in his life. When he thought about it afterwards, he regretted it extremely. But given his identity, since he had said those words, naturally It can't be taken back.
However, every time he thought about this matter, he felt extremely uncomfortable. Being mentioned by Su Wentian at this moment reminded him of some bad memories.
But, according to legend, wasn't that poem written by a talented man named "Li Yi"? What does it have to do with the woman in front of him?
"Then "Magpie Bridge Immortal" was really made by a girl?" Shen Zhao looked at her and asked with a surprised look on his face.
"Master Shen has misunderstood. "Magpie Bridge Immortal" was indeed written by the talented man named Li Yi. The little girl just saw it by chance." Wan Ruoqing explained.
"Haha, when you talk about praying to the sky lantern, it's really unbelievable, but we don't believe it."
Before Shen Zhao spoke, Su Wentian shook his head and said: "Let's put aside this matter for the time being. The girl is known as a talented woman. She can just pick up a Mid-Autumn Festival poem at any time. The girl excuses herself in every possible way. Could it be that she looks down on the talented people present? "
Su Wentian was present at the Qixi Festival Poetry Party that day, and of course he knew that the poem was not written by Wan Ruoqing. However, after yesterday's incident, Su Wentian's reputation was completely ruined, and he already hated the Yunying Poetry Society in his heart, and he had to go through all the hard work to get it. If the qualifications to participate in today's poetry meeting do not make them embarrassed in public, it would be hard to swallow this feeling in their hearts.
At this moment, Shen Zhao pondered for a moment and finally said: "What this brother said is right. Today's poetry meeting is to discuss poetry and make friends through writing. If the girl refuses, she is really looking down on her." I've been waiting."
As soon as Su Wentian opened his mouth, Shen Zhao already had a hint of doubt in his heart. At this time, he followed his instructions and asked whether this woman had such poetic talent. He would naturally know it after she composed a poem.
"Brother Shen's words make sense..."
"Yes, girl, there is no need to shirk the blame anymore..."
"I also want to see the poetic talent of my talented girl from Qing'an Mansion..."
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Everyone in the field, led by Shen Zhao, spoke in agreement.
When Zhao Yunrou and the women from Yunying Poetry Club saw this, the expressions on their pretty faces turned a bit ugly.
Comparing poetry texts is voluntary, and forcing others to write poems has never been heard of. Shen Zhao and others doing this are really a bit bullying.
Wan Ruoqing looked troubled, it was not that she couldn't compose a Mid-Autumn Festival poem, but at this time, her performance on the spot could only be considered average, so Su Wentian would definitely use the subject as an excuse, which she did not want to see.
Su Wentian saw the expressions of Wan Ruoqing and the women of Yunying Poetry Club one by one, and a hint of ridicule appeared in the corner of his mouth.
"So what if I just look down on you? It's so shameless for so many men to bully a weak woman!"
At this moment, a voice came to everyone's ears very clearly. There was a moment of silence in the venue, and then anger appeared on several people's faces. They turned their heads and looked at the person who heard the voice. direction.
Under the moonlight, the woman in white stood there holding a sword, looking at them coldly.
[PS: I have been in a bad state these past few days, and I am not very satisfied with what I have written. I will go over the plot carefully tomorrow, and the update will be in the evening.]
