Of course, these people did not know that after seeing the two poems that had spread like wildfire through the prefectural city yesterday, Yang Yanzhou did not have much anticipation for today's poetry conference.
He was the publicly recognized number one scholar in Qing 'an Prefecture. When it came to poetry, he naturally had unparalleled confidence. But this confidence had been shaken yesterday.
That "Remembering Your Charming Maiden" was alright. Although it could be considered a good poem, he still had the confidence to come up with a better one. But that "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" that "Raising a cup to invite the bright moon, the shadow becomes three people", even he was truly shocked.
Yang Yanzhou's poems were very popular in Qing 'an Prefecture, but in reality, he was also very accomplished in poetry. Reading this poem for the first time, it gave him the feeling that he was reading a famous poem left behind by someone before him. He could not bring himself to compare it at all.
A similar feeling had appeared a month ago.
The first time he heard that "Immortal of the Magpie Bridge", Yang Yanzhou was at the Qixi Poetry Conference. He had just written down the first line of his poem, and after that … he could not write anymore.
With pearls and jade in front of him, as the number one scholar, if Yang Yanzhou's poem could not surpass that "Immortal of the Magpie Bridge", then he might as well not compose it.
Shen Zhao, on the other hand, was even more unlucky. His Qixi poem had already received the unanimous praise of the crowd, but when it came to the line "If the love between two could last forever, why would it be day and night?", it was like a firefly compared to the bright moon. It was instantly overshadowed, and no one paid attention to it.
After that, Shen Zhao tore that proud poem to shreds in anger and publicly announced that he would no longer compose Qixi poems. Although Yang Yanzhou had not said anything similar, if he did compose Qixi poems in the future, it would only be for his own amusement. He would not bring it out for others to comment on.
Not only for the two of them, but for the literary world in the future, Qixi poems would be a taboo that the scholars would not lightly touch.
After that night, although Yang Yanzhou wanted to get to know the scholar who had written "Immortal of the Magpie Bridge", he never got to meet him. Now, he still felt quite regretful.
After the incident, there were people who mentioned that person to him and Shen Zhao. There was a faint sense that he was being praised as the foremost scholar of Qing 'an. Yang Yanzhou did not care much about this. A poem on the Qixi Festival could not prove anything. Some mediocre poets could occasionally produce something that would shock people.
For Yang Yanzhou to be recognized by so many people, he naturally had some ability. He wouldn't feel that he was weaker than that person. However, no matter what, such a person was already worth getting to know.
Just as he was thinking about these things, a person was already walking over from not too far away. Hearing the approaching footsteps, Yang Yanzhou turned his head and saw a young scholar walking over.
"Brother Wan …"
The other party was also an extremely famous scholar in Qing An Prefecture. Yang Yanzhou raised his hands in greeting to him.
After the other party returned the greeting, he asked curiously, "I saw Brother Yanzhou drinking by yourself for a long time just now. Is there something on your mind?"
Yang Yanzhou smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern, Brother Wan. Yanzhou has nothing on my mind."
"Is it because none of the masterpieces of the scholars tonight were able to catch Brother Yanzhou's eyes?" The scholar smiled and said somewhat mockingly, "That's true. Brother Wan is the foremost scholar of Qing An Prefecture. Your mind is filled with countless ravines. I'm afraid the works that we are proud of, in your eyes, are extremely mediocre."
Yang Yanzhou knew that he was teasing him. Hearing this, he only smiled and didn't speak. At this time, the scholar opened his mouth again and said, "Yesterday's" Drinking Alone Under the Moon "and" Remembering Your Charm ", Brother Yanzhou, have you heard of them?"
Hearing this, Yang Yanzhou nodded and said, "Today, the entire Qing An Prefecture is discussing this matter. How could I not know such masterpieces?"
"This is also the first time I've heard of the Yunying Poetry Society. I didn't know that there were so many hidden talents in such a small poetry society. I heard that the talented women of the Yunying Poetry Society are also here. Brother Yanzhou, do you want to come with me to pay a visit?" The scholar looked at him and smiled.
"I've heard that these two poems weren't written by women. But since they are related to the Yunying Poetry Society, let's go together." Yang Yanzhou nodded.
The two of them laughed and chatted as they walked out of the water pavilion in the middle and walked in a certain direction.
"Look, isn't that …"
"That's master Yang, he's walking over here!"
"Ah, he's the foremost scholar of Qing An Prefecture, Yang Yanzhou?"
"He's coming, he's coming. Is master Yang coming to our place?"
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…
Yang Yanzhou's name was extremely famous in Qing An Prefecture. As the person with the most attention tonight, no matter where he went, he was destined to be the focus of everyone's attention.
Tonight, he hadn't written a poem yet. Who knew how many people's gazes were on him?
Especially those women who admired his talent. Their beautiful eyes lit up, and they paid attention to his every move at all times. It immediately caused quite a bit of an uproar.
In the pavilion in the corner, the women of the Yunying Poetry Society passed around the excellent works that had been circulated tonight. Occasionally, they would whisper to each other. Their pretty faces were faintly filled with envy.
Wan Ruoqing copied down the poems she liked. Zeng Zuimo leaned on her shoulder and stared dazedly in a certain direction. She appeared to be somewhat dispirited.
She actually wasn't that interested in this poetry gathering. She only thought that if she could meet Li Yi here, she would definitely ask him what kind of technique he used to paint that painting to be so lifelike. However, until now, there was still no news. Although she felt regretful, she also realized that that person probably wouldn't come.
Her eyes inadvertently glanced, and there seemed to be a graceful figure flashing by. A beautiful face appeared in front of Zeng Zuimo's eyes. After being stunned for a moment, she suddenly stood up.
"What is it?"
This sudden movement startled Wan Ruoqing. She hurriedly stopped writing and looked at her, asking with concern.
"It's her. I saw her just now!"
Zeng Zuimo's pretty face was full of excitement. Her gaze swept around anxiously, but she couldn't find the figure that had been engraved in the depths of her mind.
"Who did you see?" Wan Ruoqing asked with confusion.
"The woman in the painting, I really saw her just now!" The figure flashed by and immediately disappeared. Zeng Zuimo's tone became a bit anxious.
"What? You saw the woman in the painting? Where?" Wan Ruoqing heard this and was slightly stunned. She immediately stood up and looked at her.
"Over there!" Zeng Zuimo pointed in a certain direction and said, "She was there just now, but in the blink of an eye, I couldn't see her."
"Could it be wrong?" Wan Ruoqing asked with some uncertainty.
"I can't be wrong." Zeng Zuimo said with certainty.
These days, she had been copying the painting every day. The appearance of the beautiful woman had already been engraved in her mind. How could she be wrong?
As long as she could find the woman, she would naturally be able to find the person who painted the painting, the talent named Li Yi. Zeng Zuimo was anxious and was about to go search when a few figures walked over from not far away.
As those people got closer, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to become a little strange.
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…
At this time, somewhere in the garden.
"May I ask for your name?"
Li Xuan smiled as he looked at the beautiful woman before him in a refined and courteous manner.
Liu Ruyi shot him a nonchalant glance as she coldly spat out a single word.
"Scram!"
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