The name of Shen Zhao was not unfamiliar to Zhao Yunrou and the women of the Yunying Poetry Society.
He was a renowned talent in Qing 'an Prefecture. Although he had always been suppressed by Yang Yanzhou and could only be number two for a thousand years, in the eyes of others, his talent was still boundlessly high.
The girls covered their mouths and exclaimed softly. Although they were known as talented women, Shen Zhao and Yang Yanzhou were still existences that they had to look up to in their hearts. To a certain extent, they were no different from those girls who admired their talents.
"So it is Young Master Shen. Just now, I read Young Master Shen's poems. Young Master is brimming with talent. I am filled with admiration."
Shen Zhao had already composed a Mid-Autumn Festival poem. Zhao Yunrou and the women of the Yunying Poetry Society had already seen it. As the president of the poetry society, although Zhao Yunrou was surprised that Shen Zhao had come to speak with them, she still bowed politely and spoke with a smile.
"Miss, you are too kind. I am not worthy of such praise." Shen Zhao raised his hands in a salute and then looked at her. "Not to mention that 'Drinking Alone Under the Moon', even the 'Remembering Your Charming' that your society took out yesterday is something that I cannot compare to."
Hearing this, Zhao Yunrou's expression froze slightly as if she hadn't expected Shen Zhao to suddenly say such a thing. For a moment, she didn't know how to respond.
Just at this time, she heard Shen Zhao ask again, "I wonder if the talent who wrote 'Raising a cup to the bright moon, the shadow becomes three people' is here tonight?"
Hearing this, Zhao Yunrou finally understood that this was Shen Zhao's purpose in coming. She said somewhat apologetically, "To be honest, that young master is not here tonight."
"That is a bit of a pity." Shen Zhao's expression was somewhat disappointed. "If those two excellent poems were taken out tonight, there would be no doubt that they would become the champion of the Mid-Autumn Festival."
"I don't think so. The poem that Brother Shen wrote tonight is also the pinnacle of Mid-Autumn Festival poems. It may not be any weaker than those two."
"Yes, that 'Remembering Your Charming' is too sentimental. In my opinion, it cannot compare to Brother Shen."
"Although 'Drinking Alone Under the Moon' is good, it is not a poem. There is no need to compare."
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When Shen Zhao walked over, there were already many people following him. At this moment, when one of them spoke, everyone immediately agreed.
Being praised by so many people, Shen Zhao was naturally very happy in his heart. Although he modestly declined a few words, his face was still slightly proud.
For today's poetry meet, he had already composed a poem for the Mid-Autumn Festival a few months ago. After many months of polishing and deliberating, he finally finalized it not long ago. He was extremely satisfied with the standard of this poem. He wanted to suppress Yang Yanzhou in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meet and also release the resentment that had been suppressed by him for a long time …
But no matter how he calculated, he did not expect that on the day before the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet, a dark horse would suddenly appear. Those two Mid-Autumn poems were thrown out, and even he was stunned.
Shen Zhao was good at writing lyrics, not good at composing poems. He didn't have much of an impression of "Drinking Alone Under the Moon", but the standard of "Remembering Your Charming" was comparable to the Mid-Autumn Festival poem he had prepared. If the two were to be compared at the same poetry meet, even someone as confident as Shen Zhao couldn't guarantee that he would win.
Fortunately, that poem was taken out before the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meet. Naturally, it could not participate in tonight's selection. Otherwise, before he could compete with Yang Yanzhou, he might be defeated by that poem.
Of course, this was not entirely a bad thing. At least from Shen Zhao's point of view, that person would not be able to produce a poem of that level in a short period of time. But that person's reputation was already known by everyone. If he could suppress that person tonight, it would probably greatly increase his own reputation. At that time, if he could defeat Yang Yanzhou, perhaps the title of the number one scholar in Qing An Prefecture would fall onto Shen Zhao's head.
Just now, he had sought out the Yunying Poetry Society with such thoughts in mind.
But what he didn't expect was that that person would not participate in tonight's poetry meet. He couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed.
Zhao Yunrou listened to the flattering words of those people and didn't know what to say. It was common for scholars to flatter each other. But even though Shen Zhao's reputation was there, in Zhao Yunrou's heart, the talent of that gentleman yesterday was already on the same level as Shen Zhao and Yang Yanzhou.
"Although that person isn't here tonight, Miss Wan of the Yunying Poetry Club is also extraordinarily talented. Even men like us are ashamed of ourselves. I wonder what masterpiece Miss Wan will have tonight?" At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the crowd.
Seeing the man walk out from the crowd, the expressions of Zhao Yunrou and the women of the Yunying Poetry Society changed slightly.
"Su Wentian!"
Even though they didn't know why he was here, it was clear that he did not have good intentions.
Everyone present was somewhat familiar with the name Wan Ruoqing. After all, Qing An Prefecture was so big. Even though there were many scholars, there were only a few talented women who could be named. Naturally, everyone was familiar with them.
This was the first time Shen Zhao had heard of this. He was extremely famous for his talent and had no interest in those who were not as famous as him.
"My talent is mediocre and naturally cannot compare to the scholars here. It's just a humble piece of work, so I won't embarrass myself," Wan Ruoqing said faintly. Her attitude was extremely humble.
"Miss Wan, there is no need to be so humble. The poem you took out that day," Immortal of the Magpie Bridge ", is something that we will never be able to match in our lifetime." Su Wentian's face was still full of smiles. As he spoke, his eyes inadvertently glanced at Shen Zhao.
As expected, after hearing the three words "Immortal of the Magpie Bridge", Shen Zhao's expression did not look too good.
That day, because of this poem, in a moment of impulse, he personally tore up his proud work and swore that he would never compose Qixi poems again. After thinking about it, he regretted it greatly. But with his status, since he had already said it, he naturally could not take it back.
However, every time he thought about it, he felt very uncomfortable. Now that Su Wentian mentioned it, it brought back some bad memories.
But, wasn't that poem written by a scholar named "Li Yi"? What does it have to do with the woman in front of him?
"That" Immortal of the Magpie Bridge ", was it really written by you?" Shen Zhao looked at her and asked in shock.
"Young Master Shen, you misunderstand." Immortal of the Magpie Bridge "was indeed written by a scholar named Li Yi. I merely saw it by coincidence," Wan Ruoqing explained.
"Haha, the story of the Sky Prayer Lantern is too outrageous. I don't believe it."
Before Shen Zhao could speak, Su Wentian shook his head and said, "Let's not talk about this for now. You have the reputation of being a talented woman. A mere Mid-Autumn Festival poem, I'm afraid you can easily compose it. Are you looking down on the scholars here?"
That day at the Qixi Poetry Meet, Su Wentian was there. Of course, he knew that the poem was not written by Wan Ruoqing. But after what happened yesterday, Su Wentian's reputation was completely ruined. He hated the Yun Ying Poetry Society to the extreme. He had gone through so much to obtain the right to attend today's meet. If he didn't embarrass them in front of everyone, he would not be able to swallow this anger.
At this moment, Shen Zhao pondered for a moment and finally spoke, "This brother's words make sense. The purpose of today's poetry meet is to exchange pointers and make friends through literature. If you still refuse, then you are really looking down on us."
When Su Wentian spoke, Shen Zhao already had a trace of suspicion in his heart. Now, he went along with his words. Whether or not this woman had that kind of poetic talent, after she composes a poem, he would naturally know.
"Brother Shen's words make sense …"
"Yes, you don't have to decline anymore …"
"We also want to see the poetic talent of the Talented Lady of Qing An Fu …"
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With Shen Zhao as the leader, the people present all agreed.
Seeing this, the expressions on Zhao Yun Rou and the women of the Yun Ying Poetry Society became ugly.
Exchanging pointers was voluntary. Forcing someone to compose a poem had never been heard of. Shen Zhao and the others were bullying people by doing this.
Wan Ruoqing had a difficult expression. It wasn't that she couldn't compose a Mid-Autumn Festival poem, but her improvisation was only average. Su Wentian would definitely use this as a pretext. This was something she didn't want to see.
Su Wentian saw the expressions of Wan Ruoqing and the women of the Yun Ying Poetry Society. A trace of mockery rose to the corner of his mouth.
"So what if I look down on you? So many men bullying a weak woman, you are shameless to the extreme!"
At this time, a voice clearly traveled into everyone's ears. There was a moment of silence. Then, anger rose to the faces of several people. They all turned their heads and looked in the direction of the voice.
Under the moonlight, the white-clothed woman stood there with her sword and looked coldly at them.
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