Carefree Scholar Chapter 74: This son is not an outsider

　　 Su Wentian took the paper raft he handed over and looked at the expression on his face, suddenly feeling a bad feeling in his heart.

　　 glanced over the paper raft. After a while, Su Wentian's face showed a little surprise, but then it became gloomy.

　　 "This...who made this poem?"

　　 He turned his head to look at the man surnamed Xu, no more joyous expression on his face.

　　"The handwriting is in small letters with hairpins, graceful and smart. It must have been written by a talented woman from Yunying Poetry Club. I am afraid they made this poem." The young man named Xu pointed to the handwriting on the paper raft. Said.

　　 reached out his hand and patted Su Wentian on the shoulder, sighed and said, "Brother Su, there is not much time left for you..."

　　Su Wentian knows what he means. If they can't make a poem beyond the level of this poem in a short time, they will undoubtedly lose in today's competition, and they will also lose their qualifications to participate in the poem of tomorrow.

　　 But the young man surnamed Xu still makes him want to scold his mother.

　　 What does it mean that the time left for him is running out? Just give him another day, a month, a year... or even a lifetime, he might not be able to make such a poem.

　　If he had such an ability, how could the name of the number one talented man in Qing'an Prefecture fall to Yang Yanzhou and Shen Zhao?

　　"A toast to invite the Mingyue, and the shadows become three people..."

　　 This poem is like an unattainable mountain lying in front of Su Wentian's eyes, let him just look at it, and he will feel a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart.

　　 cannot be surpassed!

　　 "Impossible, this is impossible. In Yunying Poetry Society, it is impossible for anyone to make such a poem, even if it is like a Qing, it is impossible!" Su Wentian said with an ugly face: "This poem does not look like this at all. It was made by a woman, "a pot of wine among the flowers, no blind date", no relatives and no friends, they are not satisfied with this alone, not to mention, "forever to swim ruthlessly, to meet the Miaoyun Han"... a female stream, How can you have such a mind?"

　　Su Wentian is extremely talented. After reading the poem a few times, he had an idea in his heart and said: "Let’s go down and take a look. I don’t believe this poem was written by Yunying Poetry Society."

　　 The young man surnamed Xu also meant to go downstairs, and nodded when he heard that, and walked behind him towards the direction of the stairs.

　　 At this moment, the location of Yunying Poetry Society downstairs is extremely crowded at this moment.

　　 Not long after the poem was spread, some people came to this side one after another, with complex expressions and a little admiration.

　　 There are so many talented people here, they are not as good as a few female streamers, and they will inevitably make the faces of men like them dull, but the poem... is really well written!

　　 At this time, no one mentioned Su Wentian's name. The excellent Mid-Autumn Festival poem he just made was forgotten by everyone.

　　 "The girl is so talented that it makes me feel ashamed and angry."

　　 "After today, the title of the first talented woman in Qing'an Prefecture, I'm afraid it will fall on Miss Wan."

　　 "It's not just the first talented woman. If this poem is put in Tomorrow's Poetry Society, Yang Yanzhou and Shen Zhao will also be willing to bow down. I am so fortunate to be able to witness such famous poems. There is no regret..."

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　　All the women heard in the ears were praises, which far exceeded Fang Wentian’s posture just now. Some people even compared the top two talents in Qing’an Mansion with her, and they found that they were far inferior. The conclusion.

　　 It’s all because the level of this song "Drinking Alone under the Moon" is really high...

The talented women of 　　 Yunying Poetry Club were surrounded by the crowd, their pretty faces were full of excitement, as if Qing was surrounded by many people naturally, listening to their boasting, Qiao's faces were slightly embarrassed and somewhat guilty of forgetting After taking a look at Li Yi, seeing him looking at him with a smile, the blush on his face became more intense.

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

　　The little maid pouting aside, whispering quietly, she can't be angry for my uncle...

　　 When Su Wentian and the young man surnamed Xu came downstairs and walked here, they were blocked out of the crowd and couldn't get in.

　　"Everyone, let me, let me..."

　　 "Don't squeeze...Who is stepping on my foot..."

　　"His mother, who shameless rat touches my ass!"

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　　 The two finally squeezed in, and they immediately drew dissatisfaction from the crowd. When they turned around and saw that the person was Su Wentian, their expressions became weird, and they made way for him.

　　 After all, if it hadn’t been for a super dark horse that suddenly appeared, Su Wentian would be the last laugh today, gains and losses, presumably the feeling in my heart is not at all uncomfortable, everyone wants to see his reaction, the best Let’s make a comment about not winning the prize...

　　 Under the gaze of everyone, Su Wentian walked to the side of the women in Yunying Poetry Society, first bowed his hands and said: "This song "Drink Alone under the Moon" is really the pinnacle of Mid-Autumn Festival poems, and Su admires it. It's to..."

　　Speaking of this, the conversation suddenly changed: "I wonder which talented woman from Yunying Poetry Society did this poem?"

　　 Among several women, the pretty face of the younger girl changed slightly. Although it returned to normal soon, it was still caught by Su Wentian.

　　 There is a curve in the corner of his mouth, and there is something else in it!

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

　　 "No." Wan Ruoqing shook her head.

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

　　 "Could it be a girl with drunken ink?" Su Wentian turned to look at Zeng Zuimo and asked ~IndoMTL.com~ I don't have this kind of literary talent. "Zeng Zuimo shook his head and said.

　　 "That's..."

　　 "Don't ask, this poem was made by this young man." It can be seen that Su Wentian deliberately wanted to make them ugly. Before he finished speaking, Wan Ruoqing pointed to Li Yi next to him.

　　 Li Yi glanced at Wan Ruoqing helplessly, and couldn't help but sigh.

　　"This girl, she is really sincere..."

　　 Like Qing's voice, there was an uproar around him.

　　 "What!"

　　 "This poem was not made by Miss Wan?"

　　 "That scholar, can actually make such a masterpiece!"

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

　　 "It's a pity, if this is not the case, if this poem is put on Tomorrow's Poetry Club, it will definitely crush the talents!"

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　　 Seeing the shocked expressions on everyone’s faces, Fang Wentian’s face was already smiling at this time. He looked at Wan Ruoqing and said, “If Su Mou remembers correctly, this competition, except for a few poetry clubs, outsiders It seems you can’t participate, right?"

　　The pretty faces of the women in the Yunying Poetry Club have changed slightly. Today’s competition does have this rule, but in fact, every poetry club will invite some talented people who are familiar. If you can make good poems, it can be considered as the result of your own poem club. This is something that everyone tacitly believes, 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... this son is not an outsider?"

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