Happy Little Scholar

The lights that are bright all night reflect the extreme prosperity of the Mid-Autumn Festival in the city. No matter where you go, there is a lively and noisy atmosphere. In a prosperous area of ​​​​the city, the vast and gorgeous manor is no exception. "Tian Lai Novel"

The students and officials in the feather-shaped turbans, with fluttering long robes, began to write new poems while talking and laughing. After a few pieces of paper were sent out, not long after, there was a special singer in the garden, who would soon sing the poems with a melodious voice. Sing it and let everyone judge.

On the opposite side, there are all female relatives, all of whom are rich people in the city. From time to time, they glance at the opposite side, cover up their handkerchiefs and chuckle, and secretly glance at the talents they like. If there is a paper raft with poems written on it, As soon as it was passed over, several people would gather together and chatter about it.

As a young lady from a relatively well-established family in the city, she probably knows some poetry.

At this time, in a pavilion in a remote corner of the garden, the atmosphere was slightly deserted. A sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl held her chin in one hand, sitting at the stone table in the pavilion, looking at the figures coming and going in front of her, her face His expression looked a little bored. After a moment, he turned to the women in the pavilion and said, "This Mid-Autumn Poetry Party is not fun at all!"

When several women heard this, they all looked at each other speechless.

What is being held in this garden today is the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival, not the Mid-Autumn Temple Fair. Even if you stop a random person on the road, it may be a famous and talented man from Qing'an Prefecture. Everyone comes here to discuss poetry and make friends through literature. Not here to play...

If the talented person is not famous enough, he is not even qualified to participate in the Poetry Society, and they have to go through a lot of troubles to get this invitation from the Yunying Poetry Club.

"Sister Yunrou, is the talented man you mentioned coming tonight?"

The girl who spoke was not a member of the Yunying Poetry Club. It was just because there was an extra invitation that she begged Zhao Yunrou to bring her over to see the excitement. However, there were some differences between the reality and the imagination. This Mid-Autumn Poetry Club was not a member of the Yunying Poetry Club. It wasn't as fun as she thought, but she still remembered a certain talented man that her sisters had been obsessed with, so she looked at Zhao Yunrou and asked.

Zhao Yunrou smiled bitterly and shook her head. They didn't have much hope of meeting Li Yi from "Magpie Bridge Immortal" here. They were able to participate in a poetry meeting of this size with the hope of seeing the world. Just an idea.

"As expected, the young man from yesterday is not here today either." A young woman in the pavilion said.

Not to mention the talented man who only exists in legends, even the unknown talented man who helped them qualify for today's poetry meeting yesterday was not seen tonight.

"That young master must be really indifferent to fame and fortune. He didn't even confiscate the invitation yesterday. He seems to have no interest in this poetry meeting." Wan Ruoqing thought for a while and said.

Until now, she still felt a little regretful about forgetting to ask the young master's name yesterday.

With the other party's poetic talent, he was by no means an unknown person in Qing'an Mansion. However, after Wan Ruoqing checked the talented people who were worthy of that level of poetic talent one by one, he still found nothing.

He is just like Li Yi in "Magpie Bridge Immortal", who only left poems but no trace of his person, which attracted the imagination of countless talented people.

If he could come, maybe it wouldn't be so boring now. At least in name, the other party is still a member of Yunying Poetry Club.

In today's poetry societies, Yunying Poetry Society's position is actually quite embarrassing.

Although they are all known as talented women, in fact, there is still a big gap compared with those upper-class talents, and they cannot integrate into those people's circles at all.

Even the prefect of Qing'an would briefly appear at the poetry meeting, let alone those who were recognized as the first and second talents. In the past, they would never have been able to come into contact with these people.

Even Wan Ruoqing, the most famous among them, only has the reputation of being a talented woman in a small area, and tonight's Mid-Autumn Poetry Party is obviously much higher in terms of standards.

Even their positions are only arranged in such a remote place.

The waterside pavilions and pavilions in the center of the garden, where many famous talents gathered, are the core of the entire poetry meeting.

All the excellent works that appear at the poetry meeting will eventually be gathered here. Those who comment here are all very important talents, or celebrities with high moral standards and respected status...

Of course, the poetry festival is not just about reciting poems and making poems. Singers and dancers can be seen everywhere, singing melodiously and dancing gracefully. Most of the songs they sing are the lyrics and works written tonight. If you encounter the best ones, you will soon leave the garden. After Zhong Di was delivered outside, it didn't take long for someone in the brothels and brothels in the city to get the news and sing the new lyrics.

Ordinary talents and literati who are not qualified to enter the Poetry Society will gather in such a place tonight, and they will not miss the masterpieces of the Poetry Society. Poetry gatherings, large and small, are not uncommon in the city tonight. If there are a few extremely amazing ones, they may eventually spread to the garden and be judged together with the poems written by those talented people.

Of course, masterpieces of this level are rare every year and are very rare.

An elegant atmosphere spread throughout the city. At this time, the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival was halfway through.

"Qin Yong's performance tonight was mediocre. Although it was quite satisfactory, there wasn't much that stood out."

"It's really surprising. Qin Xianggong's Mid-Autumn Festival poems are quite good. Last year, they had a place in the top ten. I'm afraid they won't be in the top ten today."

"Chen Yuyi's work is quite good. The idea is novel and unexpected. It can be regarded as a rare masterpiece."

"Yes, with his past level, it is extremely rare to write poems of this level."

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In a much wider pavilion in the central waterside pavilion, several talented people are evaluating the poems of tonight. Several of them are truly well-known talents in Qing'an Prefecture. Although their opinions do not represent authority, they are still of great reference value.

Beside them, a tall figure leaned on the railing by the water, holding a wine glass in his hand, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, and drank the wine in the glass. He couldn't help but muttered: "Raise the glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadow becomes three people..."

"What's wrong with Brother Yanzhou today? Why don't you say anything?" A talented person looked up in a certain direction, and a trace of doubt flashed across his face.

The other party is recognized as the first talent in Qing'an. His poetic talent is rarely matched. Today, except for Shen Zhao who can compete with him for the first place in the poetry meeting, there is no opponent at all.

Even Shen Zhao could hardly compete with Yang Yanzhou in terms of Mid-Autumn Festival poems. Although he had not yet produced his poem, he had almost won the first prize. But now it seemed that he was not in a very good mood.