A group of people have already determined that Bei Yutang cannot write poetry.
"You're right. It's just a game, so just be casual." Bei Yutang neither admitted nor denied it, and her behavior made them even more certain.
Ge Hong and others began to compose corresponding poems based on what was written on the note.
Bei Yutang listened to the poems of several people and thought they were all good. In the end, only three people were left: Bei Yutang, Zuo Chen, and Li Mengmeng.
Li Mengmeng said, "Why don't we let Master Zuo go first, and we two women follow."
When the beauty spoke, the group of people who had already been impressed by her naturally agreed happily.
Zuo Chen did not refuse and recited it directly.
"Why are you looking at the water? Yunmeng Lake is like a ghostly place. I am looking at the mountains, shrouded in mist and dark, like a dashing immortal.
If you look at me, I see the rustling of the wind and a lotus blossom. If I look at you, I see the faint smoke and a trace of the moon.
"Master Zuo, this poem impresses us."
Bei Yutang's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed in praise, "What a good poem."
Li Mengmeng said with a smile, "I've long heard of Master Zuo's talent, and seeing him today, I can truly see that his reputation is well-deserved. I'm so lucky to be able to listen to your poetry today."
Zuo Chen said a few words lightly, "You're too kind."
Ge Hong looked at Li Mengmeng and Bei Yutang. Of course, most of his attention stayed on Li Mengmeng, and Bei Yutang was just a byproduct.
"Now it's up to the two girls. Who goes first?"
Li Mengmeng looked at Bei Yutang with a smile, "Sister Bei, would you please go first?"
Bei Yutang declined, "Sister, please go first."
Li Mengmeng didn't seem to be able to refuse her, "Then I'll show you my ugliness first."
Everyone looked at Li Mengmeng with anticipation. In their eyes, Li Mengmeng was a beautiful woman with great dancing skills and excellent piano skills. She was a truly talented woman, and as for her poetry, they thought it would be no problem for her to write it.
"Master Zuo's topic is a seven-character poem about flowers."
After Li Mengmeng finished speaking, she paused for a moment, then, holding a silk fan, she softly chanted, "When you are successful, don't return home; when you are unsuccessful, don't tell anyone about your past romantic past. If it weren't for the village flute playing on my plum cheeks, who would have known that my hair was already covered in snow and frost?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Ge Hong couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
"Good poem."
"Miss Li is a talented woman of our time."
A group of people praised her again.
Li Mengmeng looked shy and said delicately, "I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it."
She watched Zuo Chen's reaction out of the corner of her eye. His expression did not change, and she could not tell whether he was satisfied with the poem he had written.
"Master Zuo, I wonder if you are satisfied with the poems I wrote?" Li Mengmeng didn't guess anymore and asked him directly.
Zuo Chen picked up the teacup, took a sip, and replied calmly, "It's okay."
After hearing this, Ge Hong and others looked at the beauty with concern, fearing that she would be heartbroken after hearing it.
Li Mengmeng's expression remained calm, not disappointed, and she still wore a faint smile. "Master Zuo, your comments are correct. It seems that I still need to learn more."
Zuo Chen stopped talking.
Li Mengmeng cleverly changed the subject, "Sister Bei, you're the only one left now."
Bei Yutang looked at the request on the note, "The theme should be love, and it must contain hatred and sorrow."
If she was really just a girl, perhaps she could only have an ignorant love and an ignorant longing for love, but she didn't know what "love" was, let alone understand that if it was "love", there could be "hate" and "sorrow".
Li Mengmeng's topic was a bit difficult for unmarried girls because they couldn't understand it, so naturally they could not come up with a good sentence.
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