Happy Little Scholar

Su Wentian took the raft he handed over, looked at the expression on his face, and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

His eyes swept over the raft, and soon, Su Wentian's face showed a little surprise, but then it became gloomy.

"Who wrote this poem?"

He turned his head to look at the man surnamed Xu, and there was no longer any joy on his face.

"The handwriting is in the small regular script with hairpin flowers, beautiful and lively, it must be written by a talented woman from the Yunying Poetry Society. This poem, I'm afraid it was written by them." The young man surnamed Xu pointed to the handwriting on the raft and said.

He reached out and patted Su Wentian's shoulder, sighed and said: "Brother Su, there is not much time left for you..."

Su Wentian knew what he meant. If they could not make a poem that exceeded the level of this poem in a short time, they would definitely lose today's competition and would also lose the qualification to participate in tomorrow's poetry meeting.

But the words of the young man surnamed Xu still made him want to curse.

What does it mean that he has little time left? Even if he is given another day, a month, a year... or even a lifetime, he may not be able to write such a poem.

If he had such ability, how could the title of the first talent in Qing'an Prefecture fall on Yang Yanzhou and Shen Zhao?

"Raise the cup to invite the bright moon, and the shadow becomes three people..."

This poem is like an unreachable mountain lying in front of Su Wentian's eyes, making him feel powerless just by looking at it.

Unsurpassable!

"Impossible, this is impossible. No one in the Yunying Poetry Club can write such a poem, not even Wan Ruoqing!" Su Wentian said with an ugly face: "This poem doesn't look like it was written by a woman at all. "A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without relatives", no relatives or friends, just this point alone is not enough for them, not to mention, "Forever bound by loveless travel, meeting each other in the distant clouds and the Milky Way"... How can a woman have such a broad mind?"

Su Wentian is very talented. After reading the poem a few times, he had an idea in his mind and said, "Go down and take a look. I don't believe this poem was written by the Yunying Poetry Club."

The young man surnamed Xu also wanted to go downstairs. He nodded and followed him to the direction of the stairs.

At this time, the location of the Yunying Poetry Club downstairs was already very crowded.

Not long after the poem was spread, people came here one after another, with complicated expressions and some admiration.

There are so many talented people here, but they are not as good as a few women. It is hard not to make these men lose face, but that poem... is really well written!

At this time, no one mentioned Su Wentian's name, and the excellent Mid-Autumn Festival poem he just wrote was also forgotten by everyone.

"The girl's talent is so great that we are ashamed and angry."

"After today, the title of the first talented woman in Qing'an Prefecture will probably fall on Miss Wan."

"Not only the first talented woman, if this poem is put in tomorrow's poetry meeting, Yang Yanzhou and Shen Zhao will definitely be inferior. We are lucky today to witness such a famous poem handed down from generation to generation, and we have no regrets..."

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What the women heard were all words of praise, far exceeding Fang Wentian's posture just now. Some people even compared the top two talents in Qing'an Prefecture with her, and they also came to the conclusion that she was far inferior.

All because the level of this "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" is really high to the sky...

Several talented women from Yunying Poetry Club were surrounded by the crowd, their pretty faces were full of excitement, and Wan Ruoqing was naturally surrounded by many people. Listening to their boasting, her pretty face was slightly embarrassed, and she forgot to look at Li Yi with a guilty conscience. Seeing him looking at her with a smile, her face blushed even more.

"That poem was obviously written by the son-in-law..."

The little maid pouted and muttered quietly, feeling angry for the son-in-law...

When Su Wentian and the young man surnamed Xu came downstairs, they were blocked outside the crowd and couldn't squeeze in.

"Everyone, make way, make way..."

"Don't squeeze... Who stepped on my foot..."

"That mother, which shameless rat touched my butt!"

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The two finally squeezed in, which immediately attracted the dissatisfaction of the crowd. When they looked back and saw that the person who came was Su Wentian, their expressions became strange and made way for him.

After all, if there hadn't been a super dark horse that suddenly emerged, Su Wentian would have been the one who had the last laugh today. He must have felt bad after winning and losing. Everyone wanted to see his reaction, and it would be best if he could give a speech for not winning the award or something...

Under everyone's gaze, Su Wentian walked to the side of the women of Yunying Poetry Club, first bowed his hands and bowed, and said: "This "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" is indeed the pinnacle of Mid-Autumn Festival poetry. Su admires it very much..."

Speaking of this, the topic suddenly changed: "I wonder which talented woman in Yunying Poetry Club wrote this poem?"

Among the women, the younger girl's pretty face changed slightly. Although she quickly returned to normal, Su Wentian still caught it.

The corner of his mouth curled up a little, and there was indeed something else going on!

"Is it Miss Wan?" Su Wentian looked at Wan Ruoqing with a smile.

"No." Wan Ruoqing shook her head.

Even if she wanted to win today's competition again, she couldn't say such untrue words.

"Could it be Miss Zuimo?" Su Wentian turned around and looked at Zeng Zuimo and asked.

"I don't have such literary talent." Zeng Zuimo shook his head and said.

"That is..."

"No need to ask, this poem was written by this young man." It can be seen that Su Wentian deliberately wanted to embarrass them. Before he finished speaking, Wan Ruoqing pointed at Li Yi beside him and said.

Li Yi looked at Wan Ruoqing helplessly and sighed in his heart.

"This girl is really honest..."

As soon as Wan Ruoqing finished speaking, there was an uproar around.

"What!"

"This poem was not written by Miss Wan?"

"That scholar can actually write such a masterpiece!"

"So, this poem cannot be counted as written by Yunying Poetry Club?"

"What a pity! If not, this poem will surely surpass all the talented people in tomorrow's poetry meeting!"

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Seeing the surprised expressions on everyone's faces, Fang Wentian's face was already smiling. He looked at Wan Ruoqing and said, "If Su remembers correctly, this competition, except for a few poetry clubs, outsiders seem to be unable to participate, right?"

The pretty faces of the women in Yunying Poetry Club changed slightly when they heard this. Today's competition does have this rule, but in fact, each poetry club will invite some familiar talents. If they can also write good poems, it can also be counted as written by their own poetry club. This is something that everyone knows, but rules are rules. If you get serious, poems written by outsiders naturally cannot be counted.

Thinking of this, their hearts all sank.

"What if... this young master is not an outsider?"

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the side.