"Shui Tiao Ge Tou... Shui Tiao Ge Tou..., at today's poetry meeting, I am afraid that no one will dare to write Mid-Autumn Ci!" The face of the talented man surnamed Wan showed a dazed look, and he was already shaken by the paper raft in his hand mind.
"It's not just today's poetry meeting, I'm afraid that from now on, Mid-Autumn Ci... will not be easy to write." Yang Yanzhou's eyes also showed shock. Words, he can't make them no matter what.
At this time, all the talented people in the field stopped making the noise just now. Yang Yanzhou glanced over the paper raft again, and finally noticed the name below. He was suddenly startled, and blurted out: "Li Yi!"
"What?"
The people around were shocked when they heard the words, and they all lowered their heads to look. The next moment, there was an even bigger uproar.
"He is Li Yi!"
"Li Yi from "Magpie Bridge Fairy"?"
"Then he also wrote "Drinking Alone under the Moon"?"
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The moment they saw the inscription on the poem, they were more surprised than the poem itself.
Since the Qixi Festival a month ago, everyone has different guesses about who the author of "Magpie Bridge Immortal" is, but it is undeniable that this person is amazingly talented. Raised to a position comparable to Yang Yanzhou and Shen Zhao.
Including Yang Yanzhou, I don't know how many people wanted to meet the talented man named Li Yi, but no one got what they wanted.
No one expected that he would appear in such a way, and with a wave of his hand, there was a Mid-Autumn Festival poem of a high standard, not to mention Shen Zhao, even the entire Jing country genius, who could compare to him
Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but cast aside Shen Zhao who was still writing happily, the expression on his face was particularly exciting.
A month ago, because of the "Magpie Bridge Immortal", Shen Zhao tore his proud work into pieces in front of many talents in Qing'an Prefecture, and announced that he would not write Qixi poems in the future... After today, I am afraid that even the Mid-Autumn Festival Can't write words
"'If the two feelings last for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening'..."
"'Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadows form three people'..."
"'Nung, moon and new moon'… "
Yang Yanzhou murmured these words, with a self-deprecating smile on his face, he said: "Everyone says that I, Yang Yanzhou, is the number one talent in Qing'an Prefecture. Know that there are people beyond the people, and there is the sky beyond the sky, from now on, the title of the number one talented scholar in Qing'an Mansion, you don't want to mention it again..."
"Brother Yanzhou..."
The talented man surnamed Wan opened his mouth, but in the end he just patted him on the shoulder without saying anything.
The poems "Magpie Bridge Immortal", "Drinking Alone under the Moon", and "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" are indeed enough to scare many people to death. He is not appreciative, but a great irony.
Looking at the back of that scholar with a complicated complexion, he sighed in his heart...
If you gave birth to Li Yi, why did you give birth to Yang Yanzhou!
He couldn't help looking in Shen Zhao's direction. He must have committed too many crimes in his previous life, and he wanted to compete with such a person. After today, Shen Zhao might not be able to gain a foothold among the literati in Qing'an Mansion.
"Look, although this style of writing is informal, it is smooth in style, simple in structure, continuous in strokes, and graceful in its frenzy. I'm afraid he has a lot of accomplishments in calligraphy!" A gifted scholar stared at the manuscript on the table. , suddenly exclaimed.
When everyone heard the words, they lowered their heads and looked down. For some reason, it just looked like a child's random graffiti, but now it feels much more pleasing to the eye. There seems to be a certain rhythm between the lines. Thinking about it carefully, what the genius said just now seems to be true. Kind of makes sense.
"Brother Wang's words are reasonable, but I was so blind that I almost misread it!"
"Not bad, how can someone with such talent not understand calligraphy?"
"Could it be that this style of writing was created by this brother?"
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Yang Yanzhou stood aside, listening to everyone's remarks, a hint of doubt appeared on his face.
Could it be that the other party's level is really too high, and with his attainments in calligraphy, he still can't comprehend the beauty of this kind of handwriting
Even Li Yi couldn't help but blush when he heard these words.
He coughed twice to hide the embarrassment in his heart. When he put down his pen, he saw Li Xuan, Wan Ruoqing, Zeng Zuimo and others standing behind him, looking at him with complicated eyes.
"What's the matter, is there ink on my face?" Li Yi was taken aback for a moment, and asked in doubt.
He reached out and wiped his face carelessly, then looked down at his palm, there was no ink stain
No one nodded, and no one spoke. Li Xuan looked at him with burning eyes, as if he was meeting him for the first time.
Originally, he thought that the other party was just a good painter, greedy for money, poor in drinking capacity, and an interesting scholar whose conduct was more similar to his. In addition, he cured his mother's depression, and his affection increased greatly in his heart, and he was willing to associate with him...
But who would have thought that this scholar, who seemed to have no outstanding advantages other than being good-looking, was so talented that even the number one talented person in Qing'an Mansion would be willing to bow down
This guy can hide better than himself!
Wan Ruoqing, Zeng Zuimo and others were no less shocked than him.
Tonight, I first found out that the young master yesterday was Li Yi who made "The Fairy on the Magpie Bridge", and I couldn't be relieved in my heart. A song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" came out again, and at the same time calmed down the talents present, Also suppressed them.
Especially considering that he is still a member of the Yunying Poetry Club in name, several people have a doubt whether they are dreaming now...
"Snapped!"
Shen Zhao threw the pen in his hand on the table, and the handwriting on the rice paper was vigorous, vigorous and unrestrained, even if the content was ignored, it could be regarded as a good calligraphy work.
After all, his reputation as the second talented person was not something that was brought about by strong winds. To be recognized by many arrogant talented people in Qing'an Mansion, Shen Zhao certainly has some skills.
Turning his head to take a look, he found that the scholar on the opposite side seemed to have finished writing, he twitched the corner of his mouth, and strode over.
Due to the distance, when Shen Zhao was concentrating on writing just now, he didn't hear the discussion here. At this moment, he walked to Li Yi's desk, and after looking down, his expression froze for a moment, and then he burst out laughing.
"Is this your composition, or a child's random graffiti?"
At this time, Shen Zhao had no doubts about the outcome of this competition.
However, with a smile, his laughter gradually became smaller.
Because at the moment, he is the only one laughing in the field.
The geniuses around him all looked at him with strange eyes.
The smile on Shen Zhao's face froze, and a very bad feeling suddenly appeared in his heart.
"Brother Shen..."
At this moment, Su Wentian came over in a daze, holding a paper raft in his hand, looked at Li Yi with extremely complicated eyes, and handed the paper raft to Shen Zhao.