At first, Wan Ruoqing had said that she wanted to compose a Mid-Autumn Festival poem, but the only one Li Yi could recite was Su Shi's "Shuidiao Getou".
However, "Shuidiao Getou" had stood at the pinnacle of Mid-Autumn Festival poems for thousands of years. Once this poem came out, all other poems were useless. The standard was so high that it could scare people to death. In this small competition, Li Yi really could not bear to take it out.
After all, that kind of poem, if he took it out, there would be one less poem. Just for a hundred silver, it was really not worth it.
When he came in, he talked with Wan Ruoqing and found out that both Mid-Autumn Festival poems and Mid-Autumn Festival poems could be used. The first thing he thought of was Li Bai's "Drinking Alone Under the Moon".
This was also one of the few poems that Li Yi could recite without cheating. The other one was "Raising my head to look at the moon, lowering my head to think of my hometown".
Although there were only four lines in "Quiet Night Thoughts", it became Li Bai's most influential work. Every child who started to learn ancient poetry, the first line they had to recite was "The moonlight in front of my bed, I suspect it to be the frost on the ground".
Thus, in Li Yi's heart, this poem was far more important than "Drinking Alone Under the Moon". He was not willing to take it out.
He did not think that this stupid poetry competition would only allow people to compose lyrics and not poems. If that was the case, it would be better to just call it a poetry competition. What a waste of people's time …
"You should have said so earlier …" Wan Ruoqing raised her head and looked at him. Suddenly, some hope rose in her heart, "Young master, what do you mean?"
Li Yi actually did not have any other intentions. The earlier he finished here, the earlier he could go home for dinner …
"I'll have to trouble Miss Ruoqing to write again." Li Yi looked at her and smiled.
At this time, Ruoqing finally understood the meaning of Li Yi's words.
"He actually wants to compose another Mid-Autumn Festival poem on the spot!"
For poetry gatherings like the Double Seventh Festival or the Mid-Autumn Festival, the theme was unusually clear. The poetry gatherings were limited to the Double Seventh Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival poems. The scholars who participated in the poetry gatherings usually started preparing long before the event. They even spent months to polish their poems and refine every word. Only then would they be able to produce the stunning moment of the poetry gatherings.
If they were asked to compose lyrics on the spot, even the so-called foremost scholar of Qing An Prefecture would most likely only be able to come up with a mediocre piece.
After "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" was rejected, it was practically impossible for them to come up with another Mid-Autumn Festival Poem that could surpass Su Wentian's in a short period of time. They didn't have any hope at all.
"Miss Ruoqing …"
Li Yi saw that Wan Ruoqing did not move, so he waved his hand in front of her eyes.
After Wan Ruoqing came back to her senses, she glanced at Li Yi again and hurriedly picked up the brush. She spread out another piece of rice paper and stood quietly by the side, waiting for Li Yi to speak.
Although she didn't know why this young master didn't write on his own this time, she was only puzzled for a moment before she immediately listened to his arrangements.
Her action naturally aroused the curiosity of the crowd.
"What is Miss Wan doing?"
"Is she going to write another Mid-Autumn Festival poem?"
"Even if she really did it, it's impossible for her to surpass Su Wentian …"
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Many of the candidates sighed in their hearts. No one thought highly of Wan Ruoqing.
After all, even the Mid-Autumn Festival Speech that Su Wentian had meticulously prepared was suppressed by him. How could he possibly beat the other party with his improvisation?
When Su Wentian saw this, a mocking expression appeared on his face. If Ruoqing's meticulous preparation for the past few months was enough to threaten him, the lyrics she wrote on the spot probably wouldn't be as good as the one she just wrote.
"Ruoqing …" The women of the Yunying Poetry Society also guessed the same. Zhao Yunrou looked at her and opened her mouth. In the end, she could only sigh.
Only Zeng Zuimo looked up at Li Yi. She had seen everything that he had whispered to Wan Ruoqing.
"Partridge Sky."
Just at this time, Li Yi spoke lightly.
"Partridge Sky?" Some of the candidates' expressions froze.
"It's a poem," someone immediately said.
"So the lyricist was that brother." Everyone immediately understood.
However, because of this, their confidence in the Yunying Poetry Society decreased a bit.
Even though poetry was often mentioned together, there were great differences in both style and rhythm. To study one of them required a great deal of time and energy, not to mention someone who was a master of both poetry and poetry. Such a talent would have long been famous throughout the world. There was no way they wouldn't recognize him.
The standard of "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" was already high enough to make them gasp in surprise. If a poem written on the spot could beat Su Wentian, then Su Wentian wouldn't be the only one who would feel ashamed.
Su Wentian's smile remained on his face, his heart full of confidence.
Not to mention that the person in front of him was only an unknown scholar, even if the number one scholar in Qing An Prefecture wrote a poem on the spot, he wouldn't be afraid.
When the time came, the work would be mediocre again. Let's see how they clean up the mess!
When Li Yi's voice came, the women of the Yunying Poetry Society paused. Then, they abruptly raised their heads, hope rising in their eyes.
It was the same scene as before. Could this young master once again reverse the situation?
Zeng Zuimo looked at the scholar's calm expression. For some reason, her heart suddenly calmed down.
It was also at this time that Li Yi's voice once again clearly reached everyone's ears.
"Blowing through the lingering smoke into the night wind, a bright moon hangs above the curtain …"
When the night wind blew through the thin mist and the bright moon hung outside the curtain uncontrollably appeared in their minds, the expressions on their faces froze.
"Because the road is far, the person is still far. Even if our hearts sleep together, we are not together." Li Yi's voice continued. It was as if Ruoqing was using graceful and agile Hairpin-style Small Regular Script to transcribe the words onto the Xuan paper.
"Deep in love, deep in thought, the blue clouds return without a trace. Only like in a previous life, love separated mandarin ducks in two cages … "
After reading Liu Yong's "Remembering Your Charm", Li Yi picked up the tea beside him and took a sip. Only then did he realize that the venue had suddenly quieted down.
The little servant girl blinked her large eyes and unconsciously moved closer to Li Yi. The atmosphere was eerily quiet and the young girl was somewhat afraid.
A moment later, a sound finally came from the venue.
Su Wentian turned his head. The expression on his face was indescribable. He opened his mouth but did not say anything in the end. He pushed through the crowd and walked out without a word. Only when his figure disappeared through the door did an uproar suddenly erupt from the crowd.
"Using a long and slow poem to describe parting and yearning. Although it is plain and unadorned, it is incisive."
"It seems plain and straightforward, but it shows even more the sorrow of parting."
"I did not think that brother would be a master of both poetry and poetry. I am impressed!"
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In an instant, many people with complicated expressions cupped their hands towards Li Yi and said, "Su Wentian knows that he is not as good as brother and has already left. Today's competition is won by the Yunying Poetry Club."
Although the process was complicated, in the end, they still won. All the women of the Yunying Poetry Club had expressions of joy on their faces. Occasionally, they would use their beautiful eyes to secretly examine Li Yi.
His entire poem was filled with the sorrow of parting. This young master was probably thinking of his lover …
They just did not know which woman was so lucky to be able to receive the favor of this young master …
At this time, in the hearts of these talented women, this handsome young master who was a master of both poetry and poetry had long surpassed Yang Yanzhou, Shen Zhao, and the others. He was almost at the same level as the "Li Yi" of the "Immortal of the Magpie Bridge"!
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