Su Wen Tian accepted the paper raft he handed over. Seeing the expression on his face, he suddenly had a bad feeling.
His gaze swept over the paper raft. Not long after, a hint of surprise appeared on Su Wen Tian's face. Then, it darkened.
"Who … who wrote this poem?"
He turned his head to look at the man named Xu. There was no longer any trace of joy on his face.
"The handwriting is Hairpin-style Small Regular Script. It must have been written by one of the talented women from the Yunying Poetry Society. This poem was probably written by them." The man named Xu pointed to the handwriting on the raft.
He reached out and patted Su Wen Tian's shoulder. He sighed and said, "Brother Su, you don't have much time left …"
Su Wen Tian knew what he meant. If he couldn't create a poem that surpassed the standard of this poem in a short amount of time, they would lose today's competition without a doubt. They would also lose the right to attend the poetry competition tomorrow.
However, the words of the youth surnamed Xu still made him want to curse out loud.
What did he mean by he didn't have much time left? Even if he was given another day, a month, a year … or even a lifetime, he still might not be able to create such a poem.
If he had this kind of ability, how could the title of the foremost scholar of Qing An Fu fall onto the heads of Yang Yanzhou and Shen Zhao?
"Raising a cup to invite the bright moon, the shadow becomes three …"
This line of the poem was like an insurmountable mountain lying in front of Su Wentian, making him feel a strong sense of powerlessness just by looking at it.
Unsurpassable!
"Impossible, this is impossible. No one in the Yunying Poetry Competition could create a poem like this, not even that Ruoqing Wan!" Su Wentian's expression was ugly as he said, "This poem doesn't seem to be written by a woman at all. 'A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone with no friends', no family, no friends. Just this point alone is enough to satisfy them. Furthermore, 'Forever marrying without love, meeting in the clouds' … How can a woman have such breadth of mind?"
Su Wen Tian was very talented. After reading the poem a few times, he had an idea. He said, "Let's go take a look. I don't believe this poem was written by the Yunying Poetry Society."
The youth surnamed Xu also had the intention to go downstairs, so he nodded and followed behind him.
At this moment, the location of the Yunying Poetry Club downstairs was already abnormally crowded.
Not long after the poem spread, people started to walk over. Their expressions were complicated, but there was also a hint of admiration.
There were so many scholars here, but they couldn't even compare to a few women. This inevitably made the men lose face, but that poem … was really well written!
At this time, no one mentioned Su Wentian's name. The excellent mid-autumn poem he had just composed was also forgotten by everyone.
"The exuberance of Young Miss's talent truly causes all of us to feel ashamed and resentful."
"After today, I'm afraid the title of the most talented woman in Qing 'an Prefecture will belong to Miss Wan."
"She's not just the most talented woman. If this poem were to be presented at tomorrow's poetry competition, I guarantee that even Yang Yanzhou and Shen Zhao would have to concede defeat. We are fortunate enough to be able to witness such a legendary poem. We have no regrets …"
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All the girls heard were words of praise, far more than what Fang Wentian had just said. There were even people who compared the top two scholars in Qing An Prefecture to her, and came to the conclusion that they were far inferior.
All of this was because the standard of this "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" was truly high to the heavens …
The talented women of the Yunying Poetry Club were surrounded by the crowd. Their faces were full of excitement. Naturally, there were also many people surrounding Wan Ruoqing. Hearing their praises, her face was slightly embarrassed. She glanced at Li Yi guiltily. Seeing him smiling at her, her face became even redder.
"That poem, it was clearly written by the son-in-law …"
The little servant girl at the side pouted and muttered in a small voice. In her heart, she was angry for the son-in-law …
When Su Wentian and the youth surnamed Xu came downstairs, they were blocked outside the crowd and couldn't squeeze in.
"Everyone, make way, make way …"
"Don't push … who stepped on my foot …"
"Damn it, which shameless scoundrel touched my butt!"
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The two of them squeezed in with great difficulty and instantly attracted the dissatisfaction of the crowd. When they turned their heads and saw that the person who came was Su Wentian, their expressions became strange and they made way for him.
After all, if it wasn't for the sudden appearance of a super dark horse, the person who had the last laugh today would have been Su Wentian. Gaining and losing, the taste in his heart was probably not good at all. Everyone also wanted to see his reaction. It would be best if he would give a speech about not receiving the award …
Under the gaze of the crowd, Su Wentian walked next to the women of the Yunying Poetry Club. He first raised his hands in greeting and said, "This" Drinking Alone Under the Moon "is the peak of Mid-Autumn Festival poetry. I, Su, am full of admiration …"
At this point, the topic suddenly changed, "I wonder which talented woman of the Yunying Poetry Club wrote this poem?"
Among the women, the face of the younger girl changed slightly. Even though it quickly returned to normal, Su Wentian still caught it.
The corners of his mouth curled into a smile. There was indeed something fishy about this!
"Is it Lady Wan?" Su Wentian looked at Wan Ruoqing with a smile that was not a smile.
"No." Wan Ruoqing shook her head.
No matter how much she wanted to win today's competition, she couldn't say such untruthful words.
"Could it be Lady Zuimo?" Su Wentian turned to look at Zeng Zuimo and asked.
"I don't have such literary talent." Zeng Zuimo shook her head and said.
"Then …"
"There's no need to ask. This poem was written by this young man." It was obvious that Su Wentian was deliberately trying to embarrass them. Before he could finish, Wan Ruoqing pointed at Li Yi beside her and said.
Li Yi looked at Wan Ruoqing helplessly and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
"This young lady is really honest …"
As soon as Wan Ruoqing's voice fell, there was an immediate uproar.
"What!"
"This poem wasn't written by Lady Wan?"
"That scholar can actually produce such a masterpiece!"
"If that's the case, this poem can't be counted as written by the Yunying Poetry Society?"
"What a pity. If this wasn't the case, this poem would have won the competition tomorrow!"
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Seeing the astonished expressions on everyone's faces, Fang Wentian revealed a smile. He looked at Wan Ruoqing and said, "If I remember correctly, other than the poetry clubs, outsiders are not allowed to participate in this competition, right?"
The faces of the few women from the Yunying Poetry Society changed slightly. There was indeed such a rule in today's competition. However, every poetry society would invite a few scholars that they were familiar with. If they could compose a good poem, it would count as a poem from their own society. This was something that everyone had a tacit understanding about. However, rules were rules. If they were serious, poems written by outsiders naturally did not count.
Thinking of this, their hearts all sank.
"What if … this young man isn't an outsider?"
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the side.
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