Zeng Zuimo now understood why he lost his composure when he heard her sing "Celestial Magpie Bridge". It was because he was the one who wrote the poem. He probably didn't think that the poem written on the sky lantern would be picked up by Sister Ruoqing and spread throughout Qing 'an Prefecture.
Yesterday, he had been dismissive of Su Wentian's poems. With a wave of his hand, he had written two poems of a very high standard. Before this, no one knew that there was such a talent in Qing An Fu. This made everyone very confused … all of this could be explained.
This was because he was Li Yi, the one who wrote, "If the love between two lovers lasts for a long time, why should they be together day and night?"
He was also the talent Li Yi that Sister Ruoqing, herself, and countless women in Qing 'an Prefecture yearned for.
"Li Yi?"
"But the Li Yi who wrote" If love lasts, why do we stay together day and night? "
Zhao Yunrou and the women of the Yunying Poetry Society were dumbfounded. They murmured to themselves, stunned for a moment and still in disbelief.
He was the most mysterious scholar in Qing 'an Prefecture recently, the one whose "Celestial Magpie Bridge" made Yang Yanzhou concede defeat, the one who made Shen Zhao declare that he would no longer compose Qixi poems, the one who countless women, including themselves, wanted to meet?
Zhao Yunrou and the others' first reaction was disbelief. But when they thought of the two poems yesterday, they no longer had any doubts.
In such a short amount of time, how could Qing 'an Prefecture produce two talents who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Yang Yanzhou and Shen Zhao?
So they were the same person.
The young prince, Li Xuan, stood there in a daze. His expression was one of shock.
Was this guy famous in Qing 'an Prefecture?
Why hadn't he heard of him before?
"What are you all standing there for?"
Li Yi looked at them with confusion. He shook his head and walked toward the water pavilion in the center.
At this time, because of Shen Zhao, the water pavilion in the center had attracted the attention of countless people.
"Did you hear that Young Master Shen is going to compete with someone in poetry today?"
"What? Isn't Young Master Shen the number two talent? Who else does he need to compete with? Could it be Yang Yanzhou?"
"That doesn't seem to be the case … We'll know what's going on once we keep watching!"
"How dare he compete with Young Master Shen. Isn't he digging his own grave?"
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Under Shen Zhao's deliberate efforts, the news quickly spread throughout the entire Mian Xiu Garden, and the crowd began to gather in that direction.
When Wan Ruoqing, Zeng Zuimo, and the woman from the Yunying Poetry Club walked over behind Li Yi, they were also shocked by such a scene.
But when he thought of his poem, "The Immortal at the Magpie Bridge", Shen Zhao no longer dared to compose any more Qixi poems and his heart immediately calmed down.
"Is that young master going to compete with Young Master Shen?"
"That young master is so handsome!"
"This is a competition of literary talent, not who is good-looking …"
"But, he really is better looking than Young Master Shen!"
"…"
It was not convenient for the women in the hall to get close, so they could only watch from afar. Occasionally, their voices could be heard.
In the center of the waterside pavilion, in a spacious pavilion, Shen Zhao was already standing in front of a table. On the table was a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. His expression was calm and unreadable.
At this moment, this place had already been surrounded by many scholars. As the second most talented scholar in Qing 'an Prefecture, Shen Zhao was naturally a hot topic. The news of Shen Zhao's poetry competition tomorrow would definitely be the topic of conversation among the scholars of Qing' an Prefecture.
"Brother Yanzhou!" Yang Yanzhou and the scholar with the surname Wan were also in the crowd. Suddenly, a voice came from beside them. Looking back, they found it was a scholar they were familiar with.
That person looked at Yang Yanzhou and asked in confusion, "Someone actually agreed to compete with Shen Zhao in poetry? Does he not know that in Qing 'an Prefecture, Shen Zhao's poetry skills are second only to Brother Yanzhou's? This is a situation where he will definitely lose … Brother Yanzhou, what do you think about this?"
Yang Yanzhou shook his head and said slowly, "Definitely lose? I don't think so. "
"Brother Yanzhou, what do you mean?" Yang Yanzhou actually didn't think Shen Zhao was optimistic. That person's expression froze. He had a faint premonition.
Tonight, there would probably be big news.
The surrounding people had been paying attention to the conversation between Yang Yanzhou and him. Hearing this, they immediately focused their attention and listened carefully.
"What if that person is the scholar who wrote" Raising a cup to the bright moon, facing the shadows to form three people? " After Yang Yanzhou said this, the surrounding crowd was silent for a moment. Then, they immediately burst into an uproar.
It was also at this time that Li Yi and the others finally walked over.
When they walked to the table beside Shen Zhao, Shen Zhao turned his head to look at him and said lightly, "Since it is the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet, the two of us will use the Mid-Autumn Festival as the theme. We will each write a poem. As for who will win and who will lose, let the scholars here judge."
Naturally, Li Yi had no objections to this. After Shen Zhao finished speaking, he already picked up his brush and began to write on the Xuan paper in front of him. His brush moved like dragons and snakes. Regardless of the content, it was full of vigor.
A scholar came closer and stretched his head to take a look. His face involuntarily revealed an expression of envy. He murmured, "As expected of the second scholar. This new Mid-Autumn Festival poem is actually better than the one he just took out."
After reading out Shen Zhao's unfinished poem in a low voice, the surrounding scholars all gasped in admiration.
Shen Zhao's expression did not change, but he was very proud of himself.
This poem was originally prepared to compete with Yang Yanzhou tonight. It was his hope of winning the title of the first scholar in Qing An Prefecture. Naturally, the standard of this poem was not low.
Shen Zhao had already written half a poem, but the scholar opposite him only picked up his brush. Someone walked closer and when they stretched their head to take a look, they found that the Xuan paper in front of him was empty. There were no words.
"Could it be, he knows that he can't beat Shen Zhao, so he got cold feet?" Just as everyone was having these suspicions, little did they know that at this moment, Li Yi was also in a bit of a dilemma.
Just now, he had casually picked up his brush and had forgotten that with his unique handwriting, no one present knew how to appreciate it. If he wrote it in this kind of situation, he was afraid that it would be embarrassing …
After thinking about it, he made up his mind, dipped the brush in ink, and put the brush down. Very quickly, familiar handwriting appeared on the surface of the paper.
Wan Ruoqing and Zeng Zuimo lowered their heads to look. After seeing the unique handwriting, they looked at each other and no longer had any doubts in their hearts.
This handwriting was the same as the original manuscript of the "Immortals of the Magpie Bridge". Other than him, which other scholar could write this?
The Young Prince, Li Xuan, looked down in confusion. His eyes suddenly widened as if he had seen something inconceivable.
Seeing that he had finally put down his brush, a moment later, someone couldn't resist his curiosity and came forward to take a look. Suddenly, an extremely shocked expression appeared on his face, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
He raised his head to look at Li Yi, then looked at the handwriting on the paper with some uncertainty. Finally, his expression became strange.
"This handwriting … I'm afraid that only a child who has just learned how to write would be able to write this?" Following that person's low murmur, a few more people came forward.
Wan Ruoqing's pretty face changed slightly when she saw the change in everyone's expression. She immediately took a step forward, grabbed a piece of paper from the side table, and hurriedly began to write on it.
A moment later, she looked at Li Yi again. After distinguishing the words and sentences, she started writing again on the paper raft. During this process, an indescribable expression gradually appeared on her pretty face as she looked at the words she had finished transcribing.
When Li Yi stopped writing to check if he had missed anything, a piece of paper filled with Hairpin-style Small Regular Script had already been passed out of Wan Ruoqing's hands.
"Let's see what he has written." After seeing Li Yi's handwriting, the surrounding scholars began to doubt whether he had ever been educated. They smiled as they took the paper and looked at it.
"Shuidiao Getou". The first thing that entered their eyes were these four words.
"When will the moon be bright and clear? Holding a cup of wine, I ask the clear sky …" Someone held the paper and read it softly. Not long after, the surrounding noise gradually quieted down …
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