"What a shame! What a shame!"
Wu Tian's eyes were slightly red. Scholars were even more dedicated to seeking knowledge.
Upon learning that Su Yu could not solve the upper couplet, he felt infinite regret.
However, he was also filled with indescribable excitement, meaning his twilight years would be busy!
And the eyes of those scholars on Su Yu completely changed.
If they were shocked before by Su Yu's couplet matching Wu Xiaomeng's timeless masterpiece,
Now, with an even more terrifying timeless couplet that even the president of the Poetry Association couldn't match, it was simply outrageous.
"Argh! Did he really show off?"
"Can't even match five characters, and they call themselves cultured? Is this couplet so difficult? I can match it, 'Smoke shrouds the pond willows, pigs eat the ground bran.'"
"Ignorance is truly terrifying. Do you think you're composing nursery rhymes? If you say so, I can also match it, 'Smoke shrouds the pond willows, lamps illuminate the roadside chicken.'"
"Is your 'chicken' decent?"
"Let me try one too, 'Smoke shrouds the pond willows, dragons enter the water curtain cave!'"
"Haha, all of you are truly talented! Impressed, impressed!"
"As expected, for couplets, we still need netizens!"
The live stream was filled with shock at Su Yu's feat of fighting ten by himself.
And some netizens with wild imaginations also joined in matching couplets.
Various bizarre lower couplets emerged one after another.
For a time, the entire live stream was filled with an "air of culture."
...
Su Yu's timeless couplet brought the couplet-matching segment to a complete halt.
After all, with such an exquisite couplet appearing, continuing would only be self-humiliation.
When the wine cup stopped in front of a certain young man.
He stood up somewhat awkwardly and began to compose a poem on the spot.
As the next few people successively composed poems.
The shadow cast by the couplets gradually faded.
The atmosphere on stage slowly became lively.
Occasional shouts of applause could be heard.
Wu Xiaomeng, after thinking for a while, couldn't come up with a lower couplet and completely gave up.
This Su Yu was a monster, not only wrote such touching songs but was also incredibly skilled at couplets.
"Hmph, I don't believe you're as good at poetry!" she glanced at Su Yu, a confident smile returning to her face.
Couplets were just appetizers; composing poetry was her forte.
Hmph, man, although I really like your songs and consider you an idol, you've successfully ignited the fighting spirit of your fans!
Today, this young lady will fight you to the bitter end!
However, he really is so handsome, and talented...
Wu Xiaomeng, what are you doing! You like Shen Chun! You are a loyal fan of the Yan Yu CP!
"Brother Yu, you seem to have piqued that woman's curiosity." Gong Juren chuckled mischievously from the side.
"Don't talk nonsense..." Su Yu's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this, and he quickly waved his hands.
Lin Yanyu, however, frowned and subtly glanced at Wu Xiaomeng, their eyes meeting, and she gave the other woman a warning look.
Seeing this, Wu Xiaomeng's gaze, which had been fixed on Su Yu, quickly shifted away.
Well, it's not that she's scared, she just wants to look elsewhere.
Yes, that's it.
After a few more people recited poems, eliciting cheers.
The wine cup finally stopped in front of Wu Xiaomeng.
She happily picked up the wine cup and drank it down in one gulp.
Then she stood up.
Confident as she was, she couldn't help but take a deep breath at this moment.
She glanced at Shen Chun beside her, whose face was flushed, perhaps due to the alcohol or other reasons.
"Su Yu, I lost to you in the couplet challenge just now. Do you dare to compete with me in composing poetry?"
She extended an invitation to Su Yu.
The already lively scene suddenly fell silent.
Everyone held their breath and turned their gaze to Su Yu, who wore a faint smile.
In the Lanting pavilion, the cultural magnates also looked towards Su Yu.
Unknowingly, Su Yu had become the focus of everyone's attention at this exchange meeting.
Feeling the gazes, Su Yu gently nodded: "Okay."
He said.
For some reason, everyone present inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.
Perhaps it was because an artist from the entertainment industry had been too brilliant in the couplet segment.
These people were fantasizing about him losing in the poetry segment, so that the cultural circles could regain some face.
"Hehe, then I'll begin." Wu Xiaomeng carried her hands behind her back.
She strolled towards the adjacent garden.
It was already the beginning of summer, but the peonies in the garden were blooming beautifully.
Many wild bees were collecting nectar on them, and a few scattered pretty butterflies fluttered among the flowers.
As she spotted a drooping peony, she slowly crouched down.
She looked back at Shen Chun by the water channel.
She gently caressed a peony with her small hand.
And murmured: "Peony stamens attract bees, shallowly narrating bright moon characters below."
As if thinking, or perhaps accumulating emotions.
Wu Xiaomeng gazed at the drooping flower, somewhat entranced.
"Sorrowful wine enters the gut, two look at each other, how can drooping flowers be pitied by butterflies."
With a soft sigh.
The sigh carried a hint of faint helplessness.
After speaking, she lowered her head, looking at the empty wine cup in her hand. Two seconds later, she regained her innocent and pure smile.
And on stage.
After she recited the poem.
Shouts of applause erupted.
"Amazing! Truly worthy of being the talented woman of the capital!"
"Everyone knows that Wu Xiaomeng has feelings for Shen Chun, but Shen Chun remains unmoved. This poem is clearly written for him."
"'Shallowly narrating bright moon characters below' is already very obvious. Shen Chun is a calligrapher, they must have written calligraphy together on some night."
"'How can drooping flowers be pitied by butterflies'? Wu Xiaomeng is too humble, she's not a drooping flower, she is widely recognized as a talented woman in the cultural circles!"
"Unrequited love, so heartbreaking..."
Everyone was whispering.
Is this how talented women express their feelings?
Shen Chun, however, frowned.
He hadn't expected Wu Xiaomeng to specifically compose a poem for him.
However, if he didn't feel it, he didn't feel it. Someone had already captured his heart.
Thinking of this, he looked at Zhou Sisi beside him.
The latter was trimming her nails with a nail clipper, her mind not at all on the competition.
Seeing this, Shen Chun's eyes twitched twice, eventually turning into a sigh.
"Shen Chun, how was my poem?" Wu Xiaomeng swayed his arm.
"Very impressive." Shen Chun subtly broke free.
Wu Xiaomeng pouted, not pressing the issue further, but smiled at Su Yu not far away: "Su Yu, it's your turn. You can choose any theme."
Su Yu nodded upon hearing this.
This Wu Xiaomeng was indeed worthy of being called a talented woman.
She was truly capable.
This poem fully expressed the bittersweetness of her unrequited love.
"You wrote for your lover, so I'll write for my girlfriend."
Su Yu had already thought of a poem.
It was very suitable for the current situation.
Saying this, he stood up from his seat and extended his hand to Lin Yanyu.
Seeing this, her face blushed, and she extended her delicate jade hand.
Su Yu, taking Lin Yanyu's hand, walked towards the garden.
Gong Juren, holding the live streaming equipment, hurried to follow.
Peonies bloomed, enclosed by a fence, and within the garden.
Lin Yanyu stood beside the flowers, a faint blush on her face.
"Do you also have to compose a poem with flowers?" Wu Xiaomeng crossed her arms, a confident smile on her face.
At this moment, Su Yu looked tenderly at Lin Yanyu's exceptionally beautiful face, his lips parting slightly.
"Clouds suggest clothes, flowers suggest countenance,"
Upon hearing the first line, the smile on Wu Xiaomeng's face gradually disappeared.
"Spring breeze brushes the railing, dew bright and lush."
Upon hearing the second line, her feet stumbled.
"If not seen on Mount Qunyu,"
Upon hearing the third line, her mouth gradually opened wide, her eyes filled with profound astonishment.
"One would meet them under the moon on Mount Yao'tai..."
After the fourth line was finished, Wu Xiaomeng's legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the futon.
What divine poetry is this???