Su Wentian took the paper raft he handed over, looked at the expression on his face, and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

His gaze swept over the paper raft, and after a while, a little surprise appeared on Su Wentian's face, but then it became gloomy.

"This ...... Who wrote this poem? ”

He turned his head to look at the man surnamed Xu, and he could no longer see the slightest expression of joy on his face.

"The handwriting is hairpin, juanxiu and smart, it must be written by a talented girl from the Yunying Poetry Society, this poem, I'm afraid they made it." The young man surnamed Xu pointed to the handwriting on the paper raft and said.

Stretched out his hand 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 couldn't make poems beyond the level of this poem in a short period of time, they would definitely lose today's competition, and they would also lose their qualifications to participate in the Tomorrow's Poetry Club.

But the words of the young man surnamed Xu still made him feel the urge to scold his mother.

What does it mean that there is not much time left for him, that is, to give him another day, a month, a year...... Even in a lifetime, he may not be able to compose such poems.

If he has such ability, how could the title of the first genius in Qing'an Mansion fall on the heads of Yang Yanzhou and Shen Zhao?

"Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadow becomes a three-person ......"

This poem is like an unattainable mountain in front of Su Wentian's eyes, so that just by looking at it, he will have a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Unsurpassable!

"Impossible, this is impossible, in the Yunying Poetry Club, it is impossible for anyone to make such a poem, even if it is Wanqing!" Su Wentian said with an ugly face: "This poem doesn't look like a woman's work at all, "a pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone and no blind date", no relatives and no friends, no one is satisfied with this alone, not to mention, "Forever the knot is ruthless, and Miao Yunhan is in the same period"...... How can a female streamer have such a mind? ”

Su Wentian is extremely talented, he only read the poem a few times, and then he had an idea in his heart, and said: "Go down and take a look, I don't believe that this poem was written by Yunying Poetry Society." ”

The young man surnamed Xu also had the intention of going downstairs, nodded when he heard the words, and walked behind him in the direction of the stairs.

At this time, the location of the Yunying Poetry Society downstairs was already crowded at the moment.

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

There are so many talented people here, and they can't compare to a few women, which can't help but make their faces dull, but the poetry ...... It's really well written!

At this time, Su Wentian's name has long been mentioned, and the excellent Mid-Autumn Festival poem he composed just now has also been forgotten by everyone.

"The girl's talent is so strong that I want to die of shame."

"After today, the title of the first talented woman in Qing'an Mansion is afraid that it will fall on Miss Wan."

"Not only the first talented woman, if this poem is placed in the poetry meeting of tomorrow, Yang Yanzhou and Shen Zhao will also bow down, and we are fortunate to be able to witness such famous poems today, and there is no regret......

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All the women heard in their ears were praises, far exceeding Fang Wentian's posture just now, and some people even compared the top two talents in Qing'an Mansion with her, and even came to a conclusion that they were far inferior.

It's all because the level of this song "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" is really high to the sky......

Several talented women of the Yunying Poetry Society were surrounded by everyone, and their pretty faces were full of excitement, and there were naturally many people around Ruoqing, listening to their boasting, her pretty face was slightly embarrassed, and she forgot Li Yi a little weakly, and when she saw him looking at herself with a smile, the blush on her face was even stronger.

"That poem was obviously written by my uncle......"

The little maid pouted on the side, whispering, and was angry for her uncle......

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

"Everyone, let ......"

"Don't crowd...... Who stepped on my feet......"

"Motherfucker, which shameless rat touched my ass!"

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The two of them finally squeezed in, which immediately attracted everyone's dissatisfaction, and when they turned around and saw that the person who came was actually Su Wentian, their expressions became strange and made way for him.

After all, if it weren't for the sudden emergence of a super dark horse, it would be Su Wentian who had the last laugh today, gaining and losing, presumably the taste in his heart was not uncomfortable at all, and everyone also wanted to see his reaction, it was best to make another speech about not winning the award or something......

Under the gaze of everyone, Su Wentian walked to the women of the Yunying Poetry Society, first bowed his hand, and said: "This poem "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" is actually the pinnacle of Mid-Autumn Festival poetry, and Su admires it to the ......."

Speaking of this, the words changed abruptly: "I don't know which talented girl from the Yunying Poetry Society made this poem?" ”

Among the several women, the younger girl's pretty face changed slightly, and although she quickly returned to normal, she was still captured by Su Wentian.

The corners of his mouth hooked a trace of arc, among them, there is really another cat!

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

"It's not." Wan Ruoqing shook her head.

Even if she wanted to win today's competition, she couldn't tell that kind of untruth.

"Could it be a drunken ink girl?" Su Wentian turned his head to look at Zeng Zuimo and asked.

"I don't have that kind of style." Zeng Zuimo shook his head and said.

"That's ......"

"Don't ask, this poem was written by this son." It could be seen that Su Wentian deliberately wanted to make them ugly, and before he finished speaking, Wan Ruoqing pointed to Li Yi beside him and said.

Li Yi glanced at Wan Ruoqing a little helplessly, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"This girl is really sincere......"

As soon as Ruqing's voice fell, there was an uproar around him.

"What!"

"Isn't this poem written by Miss Wan?"

"That scholar can make such a masterpiece!"

"In this way, this poem can't be counted as produced by the Yunying Poetry Society?"

"It's a pity, if it weren't for that, this poem would be placed in the Poetry Club of Tomorrow, and it would definitely be written by all talents!"

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Seeing the surprised expressions on everyone's faces, Fang Wentian's face had already shown a smile at this time, and he looked at Wan Ruoqing and said, "If Su is not mistaken, this competition, except for a few poetry clubs, it seems that outsiders can't participate, right?" ”

Several women in the Yunying Poetry Club heard that their pretty faces changed slightly, today's competition, there is indeed this rule, but in fact, each poetry club will invite some familiar talents, if they can also make good poems, it can be regarded as their own poetry club, this is a tacit thing for everyone, but the rules are the rules, if you are serious, the poems made by outsiders will naturally not count.

Thinking of this, their hearts sank.

"What if...... Isn't this son an outsider? ”

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