Chapter 73: A toast to invite the bright moon

”Brother Xu, Brother Xu…”

Su Wentian looked at the young man who had suddenly fallen into a loss of consciousness.

Time goes forward, earlier…

”There is a pot of wine in the flower room, and there is no blind date for a drink alone. A toast to invite the bright moon, and the shadows become three people…”

”The moon does not drink, but the shadow disciples follow me. I will accompany the moon and the shadow temporarily, and enjoy the music and spring.”

“Forever knots and ruthless travels, looks like Miao Yunhan…”

“Ruoqing, this poem…”

As Wan Ruoqing wrote this poem “Drinking Alone under the Moon” on rice paper in graceful fonts, the talented women of Yunying Poetry Club gradually turned from doubt to shock. After she stopped writing, she became older The 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?”

Just now, the expressions of all the girls changed, Zeng Zuimo was all in his eyes, and he couldn’t hold back, and he couldn’t wait to ask.

The older woman heard the words, the expression on her face became solemn, and said: “How can the light of rice grains compete with Haoyue? How can Fang Wentian and Hede compare with this handed down word?”

“Words handed down…” Zeng Zui Mo Ying opened her lips slightly, as if there was a lightning flashing across her mind.

That unreasonable fellow, is the poetry so high?

”If this poem is circulated, I am afraid that it will be the talented literati of Jingguo. No matter when and where, as long as you toast and drink, you will inevitably chant the phrase “A toast to invite the bright moon, and three people in the shadow… “”A young woman muttered with a blurry color in her beautiful eyes.

The performance of several talented women did not exceed Li Yi’s expectations.

, you know, this song “Drinking Alone under the Moon”, even among all the works of the poet Li Bai, can be regarded as a masterpiece among the fine works. “A toast to invite the bright moon, and the shadows will become three people.” Quatrains that have been passed down for thousands of years.

Who is Li Bai? That is the existence at the pinnacle of the ancient literary world. Throwing out a poem is enough to scare people to death!

As if Qing Qiao’s face also had uncontrollable excitement, she heard a broken poem, she just guessed in her heart that this young man should have some talent, but she never thought that the other party’s talent was so high. And so on.

Putting aside her personal emotions, the level of this poem is already comparable to that of “The Magpie Bridge Fairy”.

Of course, in Ruoqing’s heart, she still has to prefer “The Magpie Bridge Fairy”. Not to mention the relationship between her and that poem, in Jingguo, poems have developed to this day. For various reasons, poems are more prosperous than poems and are more popular with people.

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

Therefore, although this song “Drinking Alone under the Moon” has a high standard, it does not exceed “Magpie Bridge Fairy” in terms of influence.

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

When the shock in my heart faded slightly, everyone couldn’t help but look at Li Yi.

For them, through a poem, they can see the character of the poet, even what they thought when they wrote the poem.

Drinking alone under the moonlit night, no one is close, from lonely to not lonely, and then from lonely to lonely, poetry is broad-minded, and there is no tolerance between things and me. What kind of mind is this?

raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and face the shadow of three people… After this kind of contentment, how desolate is it?

The expression on the scholar’s face is calm, but the hearts of several talented women are already mixed.

Being stared at by so many women, Li Yi really felt vain. He coughed slightly, and the pretty faces of the women blushed slightly before realizing that, as a woman, staring at a man in this way was unreasonable.

hurriedly returned to the position, excerpted the poem just now on a few paper rafts, and passed it on among everyone.

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

Of course I am happy that I hope to win today’s competition. I will participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poems tomorrow night. I am angry that God doesn’t have long eyes, and he just gave that unreasonable guy such a talent…

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

seems to be a poem written by my uncle, it scares these sisters…

During the Tanabata last month, my aunt also wrote a word on Xiaohuan’s Praying Lantern, called…what is it called a fairy?

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” Last month, at the Qixi Festival Poetry Meeting, Fang Zhou forced Su Wentian. If it weren’t for the “Magpie Bridge Immortal” that appeared in the sky, I was afraid that the leader of that day had already fallen into his pocket. Su Wentian has overshadowed her demeanor. If Bailu Poetry Society does not have better poems, it will be defeated this time.”

”This is not surprising. Poems are always difficult to distinguish. Fang Zhou is already good at Qixi Ci Ci. Su Wentian’s Moon Chanting Ci is very attractive. It is no longer suitable for this Mid-Autumn Festival Poem Party. Fang The state lost to him without accident.”

“Speaking of which, the talented women of Yunying Poetry Club should not be underestimated. I wonder if they have any good poems tonight?”

”This is of course, a poem written by Miss Wan, which is still above Fangzhou in terms of standard, but it is still inferior to Fang Wentian.”

Somewhere on the first floor, a few talented men toasted to each other, judging the brilliant works of today’s poetry meeting.

“After all, it’s just a woman…So, today’s winner is the Dongli Poetry Society. With this word, Su Wentian ~ IndoMTL.com~ I am afraid that tomorrow will not be unknown at the poem meeting.” A man in Tsing Yi sighed and said, and he took a paper raft from the hand of the passing young man, wanting to see which poetry society had new works.

”This is not always true. After all, there are many talents 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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When several people talked, they didn’t realize that one of them remained silent for a long time, and a shocked expression gradually emerged on his face.

”I hope that Su Wentian will be famous tomorrow. Since then, I will be able to boast a few words in the future, and I will be proud….” A talented man smiled and said, but the second sentence was not finished, and he suddenly came from his side There was a voice.

“Everyone… wait a minute!”

The voice was a little higher, and the genius took back what he was about to say, and several people looked at him with doubts.

Tsing Yi Scholar still had a look of shock on his face, and slowly passed the paper raft in his hand.

After the few people took it, they moved their heads, and after just a few breaths, their faces changed.

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looked back upstairs.

”Brother Xu? Brother Xu?”

Su Wentian didn’t know how many calls he called, until he reached out and shook his shoulder, the young man woke up.

”Brother Xu, what happened to make Brother Xu so absent?”

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

A complex color appeared on the youth’s face, he glanced at Su Wentian, and passed the paper raft in his hand.

”Brother Su, you…Let’s take a look…”

[ps: There are classes in the evening, and secondly it should be very late. 】