Su Wentian took the paper raft he handed over, looked at the expression on his face, and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
His eyes swept over the paper raft. After a while, Su Wentian's face showed a little surprise, but then it became gloomy.
"Who wrote this... this poem?"
He turned his head to look at the man surnamed Xu, and he could no longer see the slightest expression of joy on his face.
"The handwriting is in small regular script with hairpin flowers. It is beautiful and flexible. It must have been written by a talented woman from the Yunying Poetry Club. I'm afraid they wrote this poem." 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, you don't have much time left..."
Su Wentian knew what he meant, if they couldn't compose a poem that surpassed the standard of this poem in a short period of time, they would undoubtedly lose in today's competition, and they would also lose their qualifications to participate in tomorrow's poetry meeting.
But what the young man surnamed Xu said still gave him an 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, month, year... or even a lifetime, he may not be able to write such a poem.
If he had such ability, how could the title of the number one talented person in Qing'an Mansion fall to Yang Yanzhou and Shen Zhao
"Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and form three people..."
This line of poetry is like an unattainable mountain lying in front of Su Wentian's eyes, and he will feel a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart just by looking at it.
Unsurpassable!
"Impossible, this is impossible, there is no one in the Yunying Poetry Society who can compose such a poem, not even Wan Ruoqing!" Su Wentian said with an ugly face: "This poem doesn't look like it was written by a woman at all. , "A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date", no relatives and no friends, they are not satisfied with this alone, not to mention, "Forever married without love, and meet each other forever"... How could such a woman have such a romantic relationship? mind?"
Su Wentian is 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 Yunying Poetry Society."
The young man surnamed Xu also intended to go downstairs. Hearing this, he nodded and followed him towards the stairs.
At this time, the location of Yunying Poetry Club downstairs was extremely crowded.
Not long after the poem was spread, people came towards this side one after another, with complex expressions and faint admiration.
There are so many talented people here, but they are not as good as a few girls, which inevitably makes them feel ashamed, but that poem... is really well written!
At this time, no one had mentioned Su Wentian's name, and the excellent Mid-Autumn Festival poem he wrote just now was forgotten by everyone.
"The girl is so talented, it makes me feel ashamed and angry."
"After today, the title of the most talented woman in Qing'an Mansion may fall on Miss Wan."
"It's not just the first talented woman. If this poem is placed in tomorrow's poetry meeting, Yang Yanzhou and Shen Zhao will be willing to bow down. We are lucky enough to witness such a famous poem handed down from generation to generation. I have no regrets..."
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All the girls heard praises, which far surpassed Fang Wentian's posture just now. Some people even compared the top two talents in Qing'an Mansion with her, and they came to the conclusion that they were far inferior.
It's all because the standard of this song "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" is really so high...
The talented women of Yunying Poetry Society were surrounded by the crowd, their pretty faces were full of excitement, and naturally many people surrounded Wan Ruoqing, listening to their boasting, their pretty faces were slightly embarrassed, and they forgot about Li Yi with a guilty conscience. At a glance, seeing him looking at her with a smile, the blush on his face became more intense.
"That poem was obviously written by my uncle..."
The little maid pouted at the side, muttering in a low voice, feeling very angry for my uncle...
When Su Wentian and the young man surnamed Xu went downstairs and came here, they were blocked from the crowd and couldn't squeeze in.
"Let's make room, let's make room..."
"Don't squeeze... someone stepped on my foot..."
"Damn it, what shameless bastard touches my ass!"
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The two squeezed in with great difficulty, which immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the crowd. When they turned around and saw that the person who came was actually Su Wentian, their expressions became weird and they made room for him.
After all, if it wasn't for a super dark horse suddenly appearing, Su Wentian would have the last laugh today, gaining but losing, it must be a bad feeling in his heart, and everyone wants to see his reaction, so it's best to publish it again No award speech or something...
Under everyone's gaze, Su Wentian walked up to the girls of Yunying Poetry Club, first bowed his hands and bowed, and said: "This song "Drinking Alone under the Moon" is really the pinnacle of Mid-Autumn Festival poetry, and Su admires it so much... "
Speaking of this, the conversation suddenly changed: "I wonder if this poem was written by a talented woman from Yunying Poetry Club?"
Among the several women, the younger girl's pretty face changed slightly. Although she quickly returned to normal, she was still caught by Su Wentian.
The corners of his mouth curled up a little, and there was something tricky about it!
"Miss Wan?" Su Wentian looked at Wan Ruoqing with a half-smile and said.
"No." Wan Ruoqing shook his head.
Even if she wanted to win today's competition again, she couldn't say that kind of false 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… "
"You don't have to ask, this poem was written by this son." It was obvious that Su Wentian deliberately wanted to make them look ugly, before he finished speaking, Wan Ruoqing pointed to Li Yi beside him and said.
Li Yi looked at Wan Ruoqing helplessly, and sighed inwardly.
"This girl is really sincere..."
As soon as Wan Ruoqing finished speaking, there was an uproar all around.
"What!"
"Isn't Miss Wan writing this poem?"
"That scholar can actually make such a masterpiece!"
"So, this poem can't be counted as the work of Yunying Poetry Society?"
"It's a pity, if it weren't for this, if this poem is put in tomorrow's poetry meeting, it will definitely overwhelm all the talents!"
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Seeing the astonished expressions on everyone's faces, Fang Wentian had a smile on his face at this moment, looked at Wan Ruoqing and said: "If Su remembers correctly, it seems that outsiders are not allowed to participate in this competition except for a few poetry clubs. Bar?"
The pretty faces of the women in the Yunying Poetry Club changed slightly upon hearing the words. There is indeed this rule in today's competition, but in fact, every poetry club will invite some familiar talents. If they can do the same Good poems can be regarded as produced by one's own poetry club. This is something that everyone has tacitly understood, but rules are rules. If you take it seriously, poems made by outsiders will naturally not count.
Thinking of this, their hearts all sank.
"What if... this son is not an outsider?"
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the side.