The bright lights throughout the night reflected the extreme prosperity of the autumn night in Fucheng. No matter where you went, there was a lively and noisy atmosphere. Somewhere in the bustling area of the city, the vast and gorgeous manor was no exception.
Students and officials with feather fans and scarves, long gowns fluttering, new poems flow out while talking and laughing. After sending out a few pieces of paper rafts, not long after, there is a special singer in the garden, who will soon recite the poems in a tactful voice. Compose and sing, and leave it to the judges.
On the opposite side, all of them are female relatives, all of whom are the daughters of everyone in the prefecture. From time to time, they take a sneak peek at the opposite side, cover their handkerchiefs and chuckle, and secretly take a look at the talented person in their hearts. If there is a paper raft with poems written on it When it was passed on, several people would gather together and chatter about it.
As a daughter of a certain status in the city, she probably knows some poetry.
But at this time, in a pavilion in a remote corner of the garden, the atmosphere was a little deserted. A sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl was sitting at a stone table in the pavilion with her chin in one hand, looking at the figures coming and going in front of her, with her face on her face. The expression on his face seemed a little bored. After such a short moment, he turned his head and said to the women in the pavilion, "What kind of Mid-Autumn Festival poetry festival is this? It's not fun at all!"
When the women heard the words, they all looked at each other and were speechless.
What is being held in this garden today is the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair, not the Mid-Autumn Festival Temple Fair. Even if someone is stopped on the road, it may be a well-known talent from Qing'an Prefecture. Everyone comes here to discuss poetry and prose, and to make friends through literature. Not here to play...
If they are talented people who are not famous enough, they are not even qualified to participate in the poetry club. It took a lot of twists and turns to get this invitation from Yunying Poetry Club.
"Sister Yunrou, is that gifted scholar you're talking about coming tonight?"
The girl who spoke was not a member of the Yunying Poetry Club, but because there was an extra invitation, Zhao Yunrou begged Zhao Yunrou to bring her over to watch the excitement, but there was some discrepancy between the facts and the imagination. It wasn't as fun as she imagined, but she still remembered a certain talent that her sisters could not forget, looking at Zhao Yunrou and asking.
Zhao Yunrou shook his head with a wry smile. They didn't have much hope for Li Yi who could see the "Magpie Bridge Immortal" here, and they were able to participate in this kind of poetry meeting, probably because they wanted to see the world thoughts.
"The young master from yesterday did not come today." A young woman in the pavilion said.
Leaving aside the talented man who only existed in legends, even the unknown talented man who helped them obtain the qualification for today's poetry meeting yesterday did not see him tonight.
"That young master must be really indifferent to fame and fortune. He didn't even confiscate the invitation yesterday. It seems that he has no interest in this poetry meeting." Wan Ruoqing thought for a while and said.
Until now, she still regrets that she forgot to ask the young master's name yesterday.
With the poetic talent of the other party, he is by no means an unknown person in Qing'an Mansion, but after Wan Ruoqing checked the talented people who are worthy of that level of poetic talent one by one, he still didn't find anything.
He is like Li Yi in "The Fairy on the Magpie Bridge", leaving only poems but not the person, which has attracted the imagination of countless talents.
If he could come, maybe he wouldn't be so boring now, at least in name, the other party is still a member of Yunying Poetry Club.
Among today's poetry clubs, the status of Yunying Poetry Club is actually quite embarrassing.
Although they all have the name of talented women, in fact, there is still a big gap compared with those upper-class talents, and they cannot integrate into the circle of those people at all.
Even the prefect of Qing'an would appear briefly at the poetry meeting, not to mention those recognized first and second talents, in the past, they absolutely could not get in touch with these people.
Even Wan Ruoqing, who is the most famous among them, only has the reputation of a talented woman in a small area, and the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting tonight is obviously much higher in terms of specifications.
Even their location is only arranged in such a remote place.
And the waterside pavilion in the center of the garden, where many famous talents gather, is the core of the entire poetry club.
All the excellent works that appear at the poetry meeting will eventually be collected here, and those who comment here are all very important talents, or celebrities with high morals and respected status...
Of course, at the poetry meeting, it is not just about reciting poems, there are singers and dancers everywhere, with melodious voices and moving dances, and most of them sing lyrics written tonight. After handing it out, it didn't take long for someone in the brothels in the city to get the news and sing the newly released lyrics.
Ordinary talented scholars and literati who are not qualified to enter the poetry meeting will gather in such a place tonight, and they will not miss the excellent works at the poetry meeting. Large and small poetry gatherings are not uncommon in Fucheng tonight. If there are a few extremely amazing poems, they may eventually be passed on to the garden, where they will be judged together with the poems written by those gifted scholars.
Of course, masterpieces of this level are rare every year, very rare.
An elegant atmosphere spread throughout the city. At this time, the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair was already halfway through.
"Qin Yong's performance tonight is mediocre. Although it is quite satisfactory, there is not much to stand out about."
"It's really surprising. Qin Xianggong's Mid-Autumn Festival Ci is still good. Last year, he even had a place in the top ten. Today, I'm afraid it's hanging."
"Chen Yuyi's song is not bad. It is novel and unexpected. It can be regarded as a rare masterpiece."
"That's right. With his previous level, it's extremely rare to write poems of this level."
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In the water pavilion in the center, in a much wider pavilion, several talented scholars are evaluating tonight's poems. They are all well-known talented scholars in Qing'an Prefecture. Although their opinions do not represent authority, they still have Great reference value.
Beside them, a tall figure was leaning on the railing by the water, holding a wine glass in his hand, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, he drank the wine in the glass, and murmured involuntarily: "Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and form three people..."
"Brother Yanzhou, what happened today, why didn't you say a word?" A certain talented man looked up in a certain direction, with a hint of doubt flashing across his face.
The other party is recognized as the number one talented person in Qing'an, and his poetic talent is rare. Except for Shen Zhao who can compete with him for the head of the poetry club today, there is no opponent at all.
Even Shen Zhao, in terms of Mid-Autumn Ci, it is difficult to compare with Yang Yanzhou. Although he has not come up with Ci, he has almost won the leader, but now it seems that the other party's mood is not very high look.