Su Jingxuan, on the other hand, was dumbfounded. His face was pale and his body was on the verge of collapsing.
The scholars who were originally standing with him all retreated a little to avoid arousing suspicion, pretending not to know him.
Everyone thought of the scene where Su Jingxuan insisted on competing with Li Chengqian and felt that he did not know what was good for him.
A scholar could not help but remind him.
"Brother Jingxuan, quickly write another poem to surpass him.”
"You don't have much time left!”
Su Jingxuan was stunned when he heard this!
Good heavens, what did he mean by not having much time left?
Faced with this shocking 'Drinking Alone Under the Moon', no matter how much time he was given, he would not be able to surpass it!
This poem was like a mountain that stretched out in front of him. It was not something that a small Su Jingxuan could climb over.
He still had this bit of self-awareness.
Previously, he had only been blinded by anger. Now that he had been completely woken up, he realized how wrong his decision had been.
He shouldn't have let the other party compose another poem. Naturally, he wouldn't have suffered such humiliation!
Especially when he heard the other scholars remind him to quickly create new poems to compete, this was more like a disguised form of humiliation!
Su Jingxuan glared at the scholar who reminded him angrily and then left the room angrily.
Looking at Su Jingxuan's figure striding away, the talented scholars and beautiful women present could not help but sigh.
After this defeat, Su Jingxuan would probably have an indelible shadow in his heart.
In the future, it would probably be difficult to write any good poems.
With Su Jingxuan's departure, the poetry competition came to an end.
Although Li Chengqian did not represent any academy in the competition, no one dared to write poems in front of a masterpiece like Drinking Alone Under the Moon.
The surrounding scholars and talented women also returned to their private seats and began to copy this poem based on their memories.
This would become a masterpiece that they worshipped every day!
Wei Zheng returned to his seat, holding the poem Li Chengqian had written, Drinking Alone Under the Moon. His entire body was trembling.
"A masterpiece, it's really a masterpiece!”
Wei Zheng seemed to have seen a precious treasure. He held the paper in his hands and could not put it down.
Wu Meiniang looked at Li Chengqian with admiration and praised.
"Young Master, this poem of yours is really shocking. It's like a literary star descending to the mortal world!”
Wu Meiniang looked at Li Chengqian with stars in her eyes.
Even though Wu Meiniang had always believed in Li Chengqian's talent, when she saw the song " Drinking Alone Under the Moon " in front of her, she was still shocked!
She had never thought that Li Chengqian could actually write a poem in such a short period of time, and it was at the level of a masterpiece!
In the entire literary world, there were probably not many people who could be so free and easy!
Moreover, this poem was limited to the word " Bright Moon ", which was enough to prove that this poem was created on the spot by Li Chengqian and not prepared beforehand!
Even at this moment, Li Chengqian was still sitting calmly in his seat. He did not show any expression, and did not have the slightest bit of complacency. It was as if he had done an ordinary small matter.
Hearing Wu Meiniang's praise, Li Chengqian smiled and said.
"If you like poetry, I'll discuss it with you more when I get back…"
Wu Meiniang seemed to have thought of something, and her face flushed red.
Wei Zheng, who was sitting at the side, trembled all over and pretended not to hear anything. He thought to himself that he could hear these words without spending money.
"Hall…Young Master, can I take these two calligraphy pieces back?”
Wei Zheng looked at Li Chengqian expectantly and asked. He held the two poems tightly in his hands and had no intention of letting go.
If Li Chengqian did not agree, Wei Zheng would probably not be willing to give up.
Seeing this, Li Chengqian waved his hand indifferently.
"Take it back. It's not anything valuable anyway.”
This was indeed nothing to Li Chengqian. As long as he was willing, he could pick up his brush and write a few poems that were passed down from generation to generation…
However, in Wei Zheng's eyes, this was equivalent to a priceless treasure!
Seeing Li Chengqian agree, Wei Zheng was overjoyed!
"Thank you, Young Master!"
After saying that, Wei Zheng carefully folded the two poems in his hands and put them away.
At this moment, Xu Hui, who was walking towards Li Chengqian and the others, saw this scene and felt a little pity in her heart!
She also wanted to appreciate the two poems written by Li Chengqian up close, but unfortunately, Wei Zheng took the initiative!
A sense of loss flashed past. Xu Hui had already walked in front of Li Chengqian and said leisurely.
"I'm honored to have heard of Young Master's masterpiece, I'm Xu Hui.”
Li Chengqian first smelled a fragrance and was about to turn around when he heard Xu Hui's voice. It was like the chirping of an oriole, delicate and gentle.
Li Chengqian stood up and his gaze fell on Xu Hui. Regardless of her appearance or temperament, she was fresh and refined, and she had a scholarly aura.
It was no wonder that Li Er was moved by such a dignified talented woman!
Li Chengqian was calm this time. He smiled at Xu Hui and said.
"I'm Li Qiancheng. It's my honor to meet Miss Xu!”
Hearing Li Chengqian say this, Xu Hui appeared a little shy. Looking at Li Chengqian's appearance that was like a spring breeze, unknowingly, Xu Hui also felt a little moved.
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