"Brother Xu, Brother Xu......"

Su Wentian looked at the young man who suddenly fell into a trance, and after calling twice, the other party still didn't come back to his senses, and he couldn't help but be puzzled. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Time goes forward, a little earlier......

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio ......"

"The moon does not drink, and the shadow disciples follow me. Temporarily accompanied by the moon will be shadowed, and the joy must be spring. ”

"Eternal knot ruthless travel, phase period Miaoyun Han ......"

"Ruoqing, this poem ......"

As Wan Ruoqing wrote this poem "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" on rice paper in a juanxiu font, the expressions of the talented women of the Yunying Poetry Society gradually changed from doubts to shock, and after she stopped writing, the older woman turned her head to look at her, opened her mouth, and opened her mouth in disbelief.

"How does this poem compare to what Fang Wentian did?"

The expressions of the women changed just now, Zeng Zuimo saw all of them in his eyes, and he couldn't hold it back in his heart, so he couldn't wait to ask.

When the older woman heard this, the expression on her face became solemn, and she said, "How can the light of rice grains compete with the bright moon?" How can Fang Wentian be able to compare with this heirloom word? ”

"Heirloom ......" Zeng drunken Mo Ying's lips opened slightly, and in his mind, it seemed like a lightning bolt had crossed him.

That unreasonable guy, is the poetry so high?

"If this poem is circulated, I am afraid that I am a talented literati in Jingguo, no matter when and where, as long as I raise a glass and drink, I will inevitably chant a sentence "Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadow becomes a three-person ......" A young woman's beautiful eyes appeared in a blurred color, and murmured.

The performance of several talented women was not unexpected by Li Yi.

You must know that this poem "Drinking Alone Under the Moon", even among all the works of the poet fairy Li Bai, can be regarded as a boutique among the best, "Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadow becomes a trio", which is a quatrain that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Who is Li Bai, that is an existence standing at the pinnacle of the ancient literary world, and throwing out a random poem is enough to scare people to death!

There was also irrepressible excitement on Qingqiao's face, and after listening to a residual poem, she just guessed in her heart that this son should have some talent, but she never thought that the other party's talent was actually so high.

Putting aside her personal feelings, the level of this poem is enough to be comparable to that of "Queqiao Immortal".

Of course, in Ruoqing's heart, she still has to prefer "Queqiao Immortal". Not to mention the origin of her and the poem, in Jingguo, poetry has developed so far, for various reasons, the word is a little more prosperous than poetry, and it is more popular with everyone.

As for poetry, it was indeed very prosperous in the previous dynasties, but for more than 100 years, the literati and writers of Jingguo still preferred lyrics.

Therefore, although this song "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" has a very high level, in terms of influence, it will not exceed "Queqiao Immortal".

However, if you compare this poem with Fang Wentian and the like, it seems too trivial.

When the shock in their hearts subsided slightly, everyone's eyes couldn't help but look at Li Yi.

For them, through a poem, they can see the character of the poet, and even what was in mind when composing the poem.

Drinking alone under the moonlit night flowers, no one is close, from lonely to not lonely, and then from not lonely to lonely, the poetry is open, and there is no room for anything between the object and me, what kind of mind is this?

Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio...... What kind of desolation is after this self-satisfaction?

The expression on the scholar's face was not shocked, but the hearts of several talented women were already mixed.

Being stared at by so many women, Li Yi was really a little weak-hearted, coughed lightly, and the faces of several women turned slightly red, only to realize that as a woman, staring at a man like this is a very unreasonable move.

hurriedly returned to his position, copied the poem on a few paper rafts, and passed it among the crowd.

Not far from Li Yi's side, Zeng Zuimmo was sitting there, not knowing whether to be happy or angry at this time.

Of course, I am happy that I am expected to win today's competition, and participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting tomorrow night, and I am angry that God is not long-sighted, but I give such a good talent to that unreasonable guy......

As for the little maid standing beside Li Yi, although her head was still dizzy, she was very happy in her heart.

It seems that it was a poem made by my uncle that scared these sisters......

Last month, during the Chinese Valentine's Day, my uncle also wrote a poem on Xiaohuan's prayer lantern, called...... What is it called?

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"Last month's Qixi Poetry Meeting, Fangzhou overpowered Su Wentian, if it wasn't for the "Queqiao Immortal" that appeared in the sky, I am afraid that the leader of the day has fallen into his pocket, but today in the Mid-Autumn Festival, Su Wentian covered the style, if the Bailu Poetry Society does not have better poetry, I am afraid that this time it will be defeated."

"It's not surprising, poetry has always been difficult to distinguish between the superior and the inferior, Fang Zhou is good at Qixi words, Su Wentian's Yongyue words are extremely brilliant, and it is no longer suitable to use in this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, Fang Zhou lost to him It is not unexpected."

"Speaking of which, several talented women of the Yunying Poetry Society should not be underestimated, I wonder if they have any lyrics that they can do tonight?"

"This is naturally there, Miss Wan's song Yongyue lyrics, the level is still above Fangzhou, but compared with Fang Wentian, it is still inferior."

Somewhere on the first floor, several talented people raised their glasses and drank each other, judging the brilliant works above today's poetry meeting.

"It's just a woman after all...... In this way, today's winner is none other than the Dongli Poetry Society, and Su Wentian relies on this word, even if he is not unknown at tomorrow's poetry meeting. A man in Tsing Yi sighed and said, and took a paper raft from the hand of a passing boy, wanting to see which poetry club had new works.

"This is not necessarily the case, after all, many talented people will gather in Qing'an Mansion tomorrow, and there will be no shortage of masterpieces, whether Su Wentian can be on the list depends on his luck."

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While several people were talking, they didn't notice that one of them didn't say a word for a long time, and a shocked expression gradually appeared on his face.

"I hope that Su Wentian will be able to become famous tomorrow, so that I can boast a few words in the future, and I will be honored. ......" A talented man smiled and spoke, and before he finished the second sentence, a voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Ladies and gentlemen...... Wait! ”

The voice was a pitch higher, and the man took back what he was about to say, and several people looked at him with puzzled eyes.

The scholar in Tsing Yi still had a look of shock on his face, and slowly handed over the paper raft in his hand.

After those people took it, they leaned over, and after just a few breaths, their faces changed.

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Look back upstairs.

"Brother Xu? Brother Xu? ”

Su Wentian didn't know how many times he screamed, and it wasn't until he reached out and shook his shoulder that the young man woke up.

"Brother Xu, what happened to make Brother Xu so distracted?"

When he looked up, he saw Su Wentian looking at him suspiciously.

A complicated look appeared on the young man's face, he glanced at Su Wentian and handed over the paper raft in his hand.

"Brother Su, you ...... Let's take a look......"

[PS: I have to go to class in the evening, and the second shift should be very late. 】