Happy Little Scholar

Naturally, the few people didn't know that after seeing the two poems that were widely circulated in the city yesterday, Yang Yanzhou no longer had much expectation for today's poetry meeting. Tianlai Novel

He was recognized as the first talent in Qing'an Prefecture, and he naturally had great confidence in poetry, but this confidence was shaken yesterday.

The "Nian Nu Jiao" was okay, although it was also considered a good poem, but he still had the confidence to make better poems, but the "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" with "Raising a Cup to Invite the Bright Moon, and the Shadow Becomes Three People" really surprised him.

The poems written by Yang Yanzhou were very popular in Qing'an Prefecture, but in fact he also had a high level of attainment in poetry. When he first read this poem, he felt similar to reading the famous poems left by his predecessors, and he didn't have the slightest thought of comparing them.

A similar feeling had appeared a month ago.

When Yang Yanzhou first heard "Magpie Bridge Fairy", he was at the Qixi Poetry Meeting, and had just written the first line of his poem. After that... he could not write any more.

With such a good example before him, as the first talent, if Yang Yanzhou's poems could not surpass "Magpie Bridge Fairy", it would be better not to write them.

Shen Zhao was even more unlucky. His Qixi poems had already won unanimous praise from everyone, but when he encountered the line "If the love between two people lasts for a long time, why should we be together day and night", it was like a firefly compared to the bright moon, and it was instantly eclipsed, and no one paid attention to it anymore.

Afterwards, Shen Zhao tore up his proud work in anger and declared in public that he would not write Qixi poems in the future. Although Yang Yanzhou did not say similar words, he was afraid that if he wrote Qixi poems in the future, he would only use them for his own entertainment in private, and would not bring them out for others to comment on.

Not only for the two of them, I am afraid that in the future literary world, Qixi poems will be a taboo that those talented people will not easily touch.

After that night, although Yang Yanzhou wanted to meet the talented man who wrote "Magpie Bridge Fairy", he never met him, and now he still has a big regret in his heart.

Afterwards, some people mentioned that man to him and Shen Zhao, and there was a hint of wanting to praise him as the first talent in Qing'an. Yang Yanzhou didn't care much about it. A Qixi poem can't mean anything. Some people with mediocre poetry can occasionally make people feel amazing.

Yang Yanzhou can be recognized by so many people, so he must have some ability. He doesn't think he is weaker than that person. However, in any case, such a person is worth his acquaintance.

When he was thinking about these things in his heart, a person had already walked over not far away. Hearing the footsteps approaching, Yang Yanzhou turned around and saw a young talent walking towards him.

"Brother Wan..."

The other party was also a very famous talent in Qing'an Prefecture. Yang Yanzhou bowed to him and said hello.

After returning the greeting, the other party said with a little curiosity: "Just now, I saw Brother Yanzhou drinking alone for a long time over there. Is there something on his mind?"

Yang Yanzhou smiled and said: "Thank you for your concern, Brother Wan. Yanzhou is not worried."

"Is it because none of the masterpieces of many talented people tonight can catch Brother Yanzhou's eye?" The talented man surnamed Wan smiled and said jokingly: "Yes, Brother Wan is the number one talent in my Qing'an Prefecture. He has a lot of ideas in his mind. I am afraid that our masterpieces are also mediocre in Brother Wan's eyes."

Yang Yanzhou knew that he was teasing him, and he heard Yan just smiled and didn't speak. At this time, the talented scholar surnamed Wan spoke again: "Brother Yanzhou has heard of "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" and "Nian Nujiao" yesterday?"

Yang Yanzhou nodded and said, "Today, the whole Qing'an Prefecture is discussing this matter. How can we not know about such excellent works?"

"This is the first time I have heard of the name of the Yunying Poetry Society. I didn't know that there are so many talented people among the women in the small poetry society. I heard that several talented women from the Yunying Poetry Society are also here. Brother Yanzhou, do you want to visit them with me?" The talented scholar surnamed Wan looked at him and smiled.

"I heard that these two poems were not written by women, but since they are related to the Yunying Poetry Society, let's go and take a look together." Yang Yanzhou nodded.

The two laughed and talked all the way, walked out of the waterside pavilion in the middle, and walked towards a certain direction.

"Look, isn't that..."

"That's Young Master Yang, he's coming this way!"

"Ah, is he Yang Yanzhou, the most talented man in Qing'an Prefecture?"

"Here he comes, here he comes, Young Master Yang is coming to us?"

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Yang Yanzhou's name is very famous in Qing'an Prefecture. As one of the most popular people tonight, he is bound to be the focus of everyone's attention wherever he goes.

He hasn't written any poems tonight, and I don't know how many people are staring at him.

Especially those women who admire his talent very much, their beautiful eyes are shining, always paying attention to his every move, and immediately caused a big commotion.

In the pavilion in the corner, several women from the Yunying Poetry Society passed around the masterpieces that had been circulated tonight, whispering from time to time, with a faint envy on their pretty faces.

Wan Ruoqing was copying down her favorite poems on the side, Zeng Zuimo leaned on her shoulder, staring blankly in a certain direction, looking a little bored.

In fact, she was not very interested in this poetry meeting. She just thought that if she could meet Li Yi here, she would definitely ask him what kind of techniques were used in the painting to be so vivid. But until now, there was still no news. Although she felt regretful, she also realized that the man might not come.

With an inadvertent glance, a graceful figure seemed to flash past, and a beautiful profile appeared in front of Zeng Zuimo's eyes. After being stunned for a moment, she stood up suddenly.

"What's wrong?"

This sudden movement startled Wan Ruoqing, who hurriedly stopped writing and looked at her, asking with concern.

"It's her, I just saw her!"

Zeng Zui Mo's pretty face was full of excitement, and her eyes glanced around anxiously, but she never found the shadow that had been engraved in the depths of her mind.

"Who did you see?" Wan Ruoqing asked doubtfully.

"The woman in the painting, I really saw her just now!" The figure flashed past and then disappeared immediately. She could not be found. Zeng Zuimo's tone became a little anxious.

"What, you saw the woman in the painting, where is she?" Wan Ruoqing was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then immediately stood up and looked at her and asked.

"It's right there!" Zeng Zuimo pointed in a certain direction and said, "What was there just now, I can no longer see it in the blink of an eye."

"Is it possible that I saw it wrong?" Wan Ruoqing asked with some uncertainty.

"You can't be wrong." Zeng Zuimo said with certainty.

Over the past few days, she had been copying that painting every day. The appearance of that beautiful woman had been engraved in her mind, so how could she admit her mistake?

As long as we can find that woman, we can naturally find the person who painted that painting, that is, the talented man named Li Yi. Zeng Zuimo was anxious and was about to go over to look for her when several figures came towards her not far away.

As those people approached, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to start to become a little abnormal.

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At this time, somewhere in the courtyard.

"Dare you ask the girl your last name?"

Li Xuan looked at the beautiful woman in front of him politely and said with a smile.

Liu Ruyi glanced at him lightly and uttered one word in a cold tone.

"roll!"