"Brother Xu, Brother Xu …"
Su Wentian looked at the young man who had suddenly fallen into a daze. After calling him twice, the other still didn't come back to his senses. He couldn't help but feel very puzzled.
Moving forward in time, a little earlier …
"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone with no companionship. Raising a cup to invite the bright moon, the shadow becomes three people … "
"Since the moon cannot be drunk, the shadow follows me. Temporarily accompanying the shadow of the moon, joy must last until spring. "
"Forever unfeeling and traveling, we will meet in the clouds …"
"Ruoqing, this poem …"
As Ruoqing wrote "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" on the Xuan paper with graceful handwriting, the expressions of the talented women of the Yunying Poetry Club gradually changed from puzzlement to shock. After she stopped writing, the older woman turned to look at her and opened her mouth in disbelief.
"How does this poem compare to what Fang Wen Tian did?"
Zeng Zuimo had seen the change in the expressions of the women just now. She couldn't help but ask impatiently.
Hearing this, the older woman's expression became solemn. She said, "How can the light of a grain of rice compete with the brilliance of the moon? What virtue and ability does Fang Wen Tian have to compare with this legendary poem? "
"Legendary poem …" Zeng Zuimo's cherry lips parted slightly. It was as if a bolt of lightning had flashed through her mind.
That unreasonable guy's poetic talent was actually at such a high level?
"If this poem were to spread, I'm afraid that all the scholars of our Jing Kingdom, no matter when or where, as long as they raise a cup to drink, they will inevitably recite" Raising a cup to invite the bright moon, the shadow becomes three people "…" A young woman's beautiful eyes became dazed as she murmured.
The performance of the talented women was not out of Li Yi's expectations.
One had to know that this "Drinking Alone Under the Moon", even among all of Li Bai's works, was considered the best of the best. "Raising a cup to invite the bright moon, the shadow becomes three people" was a line that had been passed down for thousands of years.
Who was Li Bai? He was an existence that stood at the peak of the ancient literary world. Any random poem he threw out was enough to scare people to death!
Wan Ruoqing's pretty face was also filled with uncontrollable excitement. When she heard the poem, she only guessed that this young master should have some talent, but she never thought that his talent would be so high.
Putting aside her personal feelings, the standard of this poem was already comparable to the Immortal Magpie Bridge.
Of course, in Wan Ruoqing's heart, she still preferred Immortal Magpie Bridge. Putting aside the relationship between her and that poem, in the Jing Kingdom, for various reasons, the development of poetry was more prosperous than that of poetry and was more popular.
As for poetry, it was indeed very popular during the previous dynasty. However, for the past hundred years, the literati of the Jing Kingdom still preferred writing lyrics.
Because of this, although "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" had a very high standard, but in terms of influence, it would not surpass "Immortal Magpie Bridge".
However, if this poem was compared to something like Fang Wen Tian, it would be making a mountain out of a molehill.
When the shock in their hearts subsided a little, everyone's gazes couldn't help but look at Li Yi.
For them, through a poem, they could see the character of the poet, and even what he was thinking when he wrote the poem.
Drinking alone under the moonlight, with no one close to him, from lonely to not lonely, then from not lonely to lonely. His poetry was broad-minded, and there was no room between himself and the world. What kind of breadth of mind was this?
Raising a cup to invite the bright moon, facing the shadow of three people … what kind of desolation would come after this kind of self-satisfaction?
The scholar's expression was calm, but the hearts of the talented women were already filled with a myriad of emotions.
Being stared at by so many women, Li Yi truly felt a little guilty. He coughed lightly, and the pretty faces of the women blushed slightly. Only then did they realize that as women, staring at a man like this was a very unreasonable action.
He hurriedly returned to his seat and copied the poem from just now onto a few pieces of paper, passing it around among the crowd.
Not far from Li Yi, Zeng Zuimo sat there. She didn't know whether to be happy or angry at this moment.
She was happy because there was hope of winning today's competition and participating in tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet. She was angry because the heavens were blind and gave that unreasonable person such a good talent …
As for the servant girl standing next to Li Yi, although her head was still dizzy, she was very happy inside.
It seemed that the son-in-law's poem had scared these sisters …
Last Qixi, son-in-law had even written a poem on Xiao Huan's prayer lantern. It was called … something something immortal?
… …
… …
"At last month's Qixi Poetry Meet, Fang Zhou suppressed Su Wentian. If not for the" Immortal Magpie Bridge "that appeared out of nowhere, I'm afraid he would have been the champion that day. But today, he was overshadowed by Su Wentian. If the White Dew Poetry Club doesn't have a better poem, I'm afraid they will lose this time."
"That's not surprising. In the field of poetry, it has always been difficult to distinguish who is better. Fang Zhou is good at Qixi poems, and Su Wentian's poem about the moon is very outstanding. It is very suitable for this Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet. It is no surprise that Fang Zhou lost to him."
"Speaking of which, the talented women of the Yunying Poetry Club can't be underestimated. I wonder if they have any good poems tonight?"
"Of course they do. Lady Wan's poem about the moon is above Fang Zhou's, but it is still inferior to Fang Wentian's."
Somewhere on the first floor, a few scholars raised their cups and drank, judging the outstanding works of today's poetry meet.
"In the end, they are just women … In that case, the winner today is definitely the Dongli Poetry Club. With this poem, I'm afraid Su Wentian won't be unknown at tomorrow's meet." A man in green said with a sigh. He took a paper raft from a passing servant and wanted to see which poetry club had new works.
"That's not necessarily true. After all, there are many scholars in Qing 'an Prefecture tomorrow. There will be no lack of good works. Whether Su Wentian can make the list depends on his luck."
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… …
As they talked, they didn't realize that one of them was silent for a long time. A shocked expression gradually appeared on his face.
"I hope Su Wentian can make a name for himself tomorrow. This way, we can boast about him in the future and share his glory." A scholar said with a smile. Before he finished his second sentence, a voice suddenly came from beside him.
"Everyone … wait!"
This voice was slightly louder, and the scholar swallowed the words he was about to say. The few of them looked at him with puzzled expressions.
The scholar in green still had a shocked expression as he slowly handed over the paper raft in his hand.
After the few people took it, they moved their heads closer. After a few breaths, their expressions all changed.
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Back to the upper floor.
"Brother Xu? Brother Xu? "
Su Wentian didn't know how many times he called until he reached out and shook his shoulder. Only then did the young man wake up.
"Brother Xu, what has happened to make Brother Xu so absent-minded?"
When he looked up, he saw Su Wentian looking at him with puzzlement.
A complicated expression appeared on the young man's face. He looked at Su Wentian and handed over the paper raft in his hand.
"Brother Su, you … take a look …"
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