Happy Little Scholar

The name Shen Zhao is not unfamiliar to Zhao Yunrou and several women in the Yunying Poetry Club. Tian Lai Novel

Although the famous talent in Qing'an Mansion has always been outshone by Yang Yanzhou and can only be regarded as the second in command for a thousand years, in the eyes of others, his talent is still boundless.

Several women covered their mouths and whispered softly. Although they were called talented women, Shen Zhao and Yang Yanzhou were still existences that they needed to look up to in their hearts. To a certain extent, they and those women who admired their talents There is no difference.

"It turns out to be Mr. Shen. I just read Mr. Shen's lyrics. He is so talented that the little girl admires him very much."

Shen Zhao has already composed a Mid-Autumn Festival poem tonight. Zhao Yunrou and several women from the Yunying Poetry Club have already read it. As the president of the poetry club, Zhao Yunrou was surprised why Shen Zhao came over to talk to them, but she still He bowed politely and said with a smile.

"The girl is so complimentary. Shen really can't bear the girl's praise." Shen Zhao cupped his hands, then looked at her and said, "Not to mention the "Drinking Alone under the Moon", it's the "Niannujiao" that your company took out yesterday. ” is also far behind Shen. ”

Zhao Yunrou looked slightly startled when she heard this, as if she didn't expect that Shen Zhao would suddenly say such words, and for a moment she didn't know how to respond.

At this moment, Shen Zhao asked again: "I wonder if the talented man who wrote "Toast a glass to the bright moon and make three people in the shadow" is here tonight?"

As soon as he said this, Zhao Yunrou realized that this was Shen Zhao's purpose for coming here, and said apologetically: "To be honest, that young master is not here tonight."

"That's a pity." Shen Zhao said with a look of disappointment: "If those two masterpieces are presented tonight, there should be no doubt that they will win the first place in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition."

"I don't think so. The poems Brother Shen wrote tonight are also the pinnacle of Mid-Autumn Festival poems, and they may not be as weak as those two."

"Yes, "Niannujiao" is too affectionate. In my opinion, it is still not as good as Brother Shen."

"Although "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" is good, it is not a poem, so there is no need to compare it."

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When Shen Zhao walked over, there were already many people following him. Now one person spoke, which immediately aroused everyone's approval.

Shen Zhao was naturally very grateful to be praised by so many people. Although he declined a few words modestly, his face still looked a little pleased.

For today's poetry meeting, he had already finished a Mid-Autumn Festival poem a few months ago. After months of polishing and deliberation, he finally finalized it not long ago. He was extremely satisfied with the quality of the poem and thought about it during the Mid-Autumn Festival. At the poetry meeting, by suppressing Yang Yanzhou, he could release the resentment that had been suppressed by him for a long time...

But despite all calculations, he had never expected that on the day before the Mid-Autumn Poetry Recital, a dark horse would suddenly appear. Those two Mid-Autumn poems were thrown out, and even he was stunned.

Shen Zhao was good at composing lyrics but not at composing poetry. He actually didn't have much impression of "Drinking Alone under the Moon", but the quality of "Niannujiao" was on par with the Mid-Autumn Festival poems he prepared. If the two were at the same poetry meeting In comparison, even if he is as confident as Shen Zhao, there is no guarantee that he will win.

Fortunately, the poem was presented before the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival, so naturally he could not participate in tonight's selection. Otherwise, he might not have competed with Yang Yanzhou yet, and he might be defeated by that poem first.

Of course, this is not all a bad thing. At least in Shen Zhao's opinion, that person will never be able to write poems of that level again in a short period of time. However, the other party's reputation is already known to everyone. If he can beat him tonight On the one hand, I am afraid that his reputation will be greatly improved. If he defeats Yang Yanzhou, maybe the title of the most talented person in Qing'an Prefecture will fall on him, Shen Zhao.

He just looked for Yunying Poetry Society with this in mind.

However, what he didn't expect was that the man did not attend the poetry meeting tonight, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Zhao Yunrou listened to the flattering words of those people and didn't know how to speak for a while. It was common for talented people to praise each other, but even though Shen Zhao's reputation was there, in Zhao Yunrou's heart, the young master's yesterday was His talent is already on the same level as Shen Zhao and Yang Yanzhou.

"Although that person is not here tonight, Miss Wan from Yunying Poetry Society is also very talented. Even men like me would be ashamed. I wonder what masterpiece Miss Wan will produce tonight?" At this moment, suddenly there was someone. A voice came from the crowd.

Seeing the man walking out of the crowd, the pretty faces of Zhao Yunrou and several women from the Yunying Poetry Club changed slightly.

"Su Wentian!"

Although I don't know why he appeared here, it is clear that the other party does not have any good intentions.

Everyone in the venue was somewhat familiar with the name Wan Ruoqing. After all, Qing'an Mansion is so big that although there are many talented people, when it comes to talented women, there are only a few who can be named, and everyone will naturally be familiar with them.

This was the first time Shen Zhao had heard of this. He was extremely talented and had no interest in paying attention to those who were not as famous as him.

"This little girl has little talent, so naturally she can't compare with all the talented men. I won't show my humble work to show my shame." Wan Ruoqing said calmly, with an extremely humble attitude.

"Miss Wan, why should you be too self-effacing? The "Magpie Bridge Immortal" I took out that day is something I will never be able to match in my lifetime." Su Wentian still had a smile on his face. When he spoke, his eyes inadvertently glanced at Shen Zhao. Take a look.

Sure enough, after hearing the three words "Magpie Bridge Fairy", Shen Zhao's face turned a little ugly.

Because of this poem, he tore up his own masterpiece on impulse and vowed not to write Qixi poems in his life. He regretted it afterwards, but with his status, since the words had been said, they could not be taken back.

However, every time he thought of this matter, he felt very uncomfortable. At this moment, Su Wentian mentioned it, which brought back some bad memories.

However, according to legend, wasn't the poem written by a talented man named "Li Yi", and what does it have to do with the woman in front of him?

"Then "Magpie Bridge Fairy", was it really written by the girl?" Shen Zhao looked at her and asked with a look of surprise.

"Mr. Shen misunderstood, "Magpie Bridge Fairy" was indeed written by the talented man named Li Yi, and I just saw it by coincidence." Wan Ruoqing explained.

"Haha, the idea of ​​praying for the sky lantern is too unbelievable. We don't believe it."

Before Shen Zhao spoke, Su Wentian shook his head and said, "Let's not talk about this for now. The young lady is known as a talented woman. I'm afraid she can easily write a Mid-Autumn Festival poem. The young lady keeps making excuses. Is she looking down on the talented people present?"

Su Wentian was present at the Qixi poetry meeting that day. Of course, he knew that the poem was not written by Wan Ruoqing. However, after yesterday's incident, Su Wentian's reputation was ruined. He hated Yunying Poetry Society. He had gone through great difficulties to obtain the qualification to participate in today's poetry meeting. If he didn't make them embarrassed in public, he would find it hard to swallow the anger in his heart.

At this time, Shen Zhao pondered for a moment and finally spoke: "What this brother said makes sense. Today's poetry meeting is to exchange poems and make friends through literature. If the girl still refuses, she really looks down on us."

When Su Wentian spoke just now, Shen Zhao had already had a little doubt in his heart. At this time, he followed his meaning. Whether this woman has such a talent for poetry will naturally be known after she writes a poem.

"Brother Shen is right..."

"Yes, the girl doesn't need to refuse anymore..."

"We also want to see the talent of the talented woman in Qing'an Prefecture..."

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Everyone in the field agreed with Shen Zhao.

When Zhao Yunrou and the girl from Yunying Poetry Club saw this, the expressions on their pretty faces became a little ugly.

The exchange of poems is voluntary. It has never been heard of forcing others to write poems. Shen Zhao and others are really bullying.

Wan Ruoqing looked embarrassed. It was not that she could not write a Mid-Autumn Festival poem, but if she wrote it on the spot at this time, her level would only be average. Then Su Wentian would definitely take advantage of the situation to write it, which she did not want to see.

Su Wentian saw the expressions of Wan Ruoqing and the women of Yunying Poetry Club one by one, and a trace of mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Even if I look down on you, so what? So many men bullying a weak woman is really shameless!"

At this time, a very clear voice reached the ears of everyone. There was a moment of silence in the field, and then several people's faces showed anger. They turned their heads and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

Under the moonlight, the woman in white stood there with a sword in her arms, looking at them coldly.

[ps: I have been in a bad state these days, and I am not satisfied with what I wrote. I will sort out the plot tomorrow and update it in the evening. ]