Happy Little Scholar

"Brother Xu, Brother Xu..."

Su Wentian looked at the young man who suddenly lost consciousness. After calling him twice, the other party still did not come back to his senses. He could not help but feel very confused.

Time went forward, to an earlier time...

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a lover. Raising the cup to invite the bright moon, the shadow and I become three people..."

"The moon does not know how to drink, and the shadow only follows me. I will accompany the moon and the shadow for a while, and enjoy myself in spring."

"Forever bound by the heartless journey, meet in the distant Milky Way..."

"Ruoqing, this poem..."

As Wan Ruoqing wrote "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" on rice paper with beautiful handwriting, the expressions of the talented women of Yunying Poetry Society gradually changed from doubt to shock. After she stopped writing, the older woman turned her head to look at her, opened her mouth, and spoke in disbelief.

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

Zeng Zuimo saw all the changes in the women's expressions just now, and couldn't hold back in his heart, and asked impatiently.

The older woman's expression became solemn when she heard this, and she said, "How can the light of a grain of rice compete with the bright moon? What virtue and ability does Fang Wentian have to compare with this poem that has been handed down from generation to generation?"

"The poem that has been handed down from generation to generation..." Zeng Zuimo's cherry lips slightly opened, and it seemed as if a flash of lightning flashed through his mind.

That unreasonable guy, is his poetic talent so high?

"If this poem is spread out, I am afraid that the talented scholars and writers in my Jing country will inevitably recite the sentence "Raise the cup to invite the bright moon, and the shadow becomes three people..." whenever and wherever they raise their glasses to drink." A young woman's beautiful eyes appeared confused, and she murmured.

The performance of several talented women was not beyond Li Yi's expectations.

You know, this "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" is a masterpiece among all the works of the poet Li Bai, and "Raise the cup to invite the bright moon, and the shadow becomes three people" is a quatrain that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Who is Li Bai? He is the peak of ancient literary world. Any poem he throws out is enough to scare people to death!

Wan Ruoqing's pretty face also showed uncontrollable excitement. After hearing a fragment of the poem, she just guessed that this young man should have some talent, but she never thought that his talent was so high.

Putting aside her personal feelings, the level of this poem is enough to be on par with "Magpie Bridge Fairy".

Of course, Wan Ruoqing still prefers "Magpie Bridge Fairy" in her heart. Not to mention her origin with that ci, in Jingguo, poetry and ci have been developed to this day. For various reasons, ci is more prosperous than poetry and more popular.

As for poetry, it was indeed very popular in the previous dynasty, but for more than a hundred years, the literati of Jingguo still prefer to write lyrics.

Therefore, although "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" has a very high level, it will not be more influential than "Magpie Bridge Fairy".

However, if this poem is compared with Fang Wentian and others, it seems to be too much of a fuss.

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

For them, through a poem, they can see the poet's character, and even what he thought when he wrote the poem.

Drinking alone under the flowers on a moonlit night, no one is close to him, from loneliness to not loneliness, and then from not loneliness to loneliness, the poet is broad-minded, and there is no room for anything between me and the world. What kind of mind is this?

Raising a cup to invite the bright moon, and the shadow becomes three people... After this kind of self-satisfaction, what kind of desolation is it?

The expression on the scholar's face was calm, but the hearts of several talented women were already mixed.

Being stared at by so many women, Li Yi was really a little guilty. He coughed lightly, and the pretty faces of several women blushed slightly, and then they realized that as a woman, staring at a man like this was a very unreasonable act.

He hurriedly returned to his seat, copied the poem just now on several pieces of paper rafts, and passed it among everyone.

Not far from Li Yi, Zeng Zuimo was sitting there, not knowing whether he should be happy or angry at this time.

Of course, she was happy that she had a chance to win today's competition and participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival tomorrow night. She was angry that God had no eyes and gave such a good talent to that unreasonable guy...

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

It seemed that the poem was written by the son-in-law, which scared these sisters...

During the Chinese Valentine's Day last month, the son-in-law also wrote a poem on Xiaohuan's prayer lantern, called...what was it called?

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"Last month, Fang Zhou defeated Su Wentian at the Qixi Poetry Contest. If it weren't for the sudden appearance of "Magpie Bridge Fairy", he would have won the first prize that day. But today, Su Wentian overshadowed him in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Contest. If the Bailu Poetry Society didn't have better poems, it would have lost this time."

"This is not surprising. Poetry has always been difficult to distinguish. Fang Zhou is good at Qixi poems, and Su Wentian's moon poems are extremely brilliant. They are perfect for this Mid-Autumn Poetry Contest. It's no surprise that Fang Zhou lost to him."

"Speaking of which, the talented women of Yunying Poetry Society should not be underestimated. I wonder if they have any outstanding poems tonight?"

"Of course there are. Miss Wan's moon poem is better than Fang Zhou's in terms of level, but it's still inferior to Fang Wentian."

Somewhere on the first floor, several talented people raised their glasses to drink and judge the outstanding works at today's poetry contest.

"After all, she is just a woman... In this case, the winner today must be Dongli Poetry Society. With this poem, Su Wentian will not be unknown at tomorrow's poetry meeting." A man in blue sighed and took a piece of paper from a passing servant, wanting to see which other poetry society has new works.

"That's not entirely true. After all, many talented people will gather in Qing'an Prefecture tomorrow, and there will definitely be no shortage of excellent works. Whether Su Wentian can make the list depends on his luck."

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While several people were talking, it was not noticed that one of them was silent for a long time, and a shocked expression gradually appeared on his face.

"I hope Su Wentian can become famous tomorrow, so that we can boast a few words in the future and be proud of it...." A talented person smiled and said, but before he finished the second sentence, a voice suddenly came from the side.

"Everyone...wait a minute!"

The voice was slightly higher in pitch, and the scholar took back what he was about to say, and several people looked at him with doubtful eyes.

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

After taking it, the few people leaned over, and after just a few breaths, their faces changed.

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The sight was pulled back to the upstairs.

"Brother Xu? Brother Xu?"

Su Wentian didn't know how many times he called, until he stretched out his hand and shook his shoulder, and the young man woke up.

"Brother Xu, what happened to make Brother Xu so absent-minded?"

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

The young man's face showed a complex expression, glanced at Su Wentian, and handed over the paper raft in his hand.

"Brother Su, you...just take a look..."

[ps: I have classes in the evening, and the second update should be very late. 】