At the Gathering of Beauties Banquet, Hu Yunniang's graceful figure had already floated onto the stage.
On the upright ranking board, red cloth was tightly draped over it.
The master of ceremonies spoke at just the right moment, though his voice carried an unusual undertone. "Today, Lady Yun will leave behind only one opening poem for everyone to appreciate."
At those words, everyone below the stage was astonished, anticipation glittering in their eyes.
They had never expected Hu Yunniang to follow Madam Gongsun's example and steal the limelight with a single poem.
Now that Hu Yunniang stood upon the four-sided stage, her heart was actually filled with unease. The moment she heard Yun Wan say those words, she had inexplicably made up her mind and come onstage with only one of Xie Guan's ci poems.
But now!
Once she took the stage and was shaken by the cheers, then felt the wind blowing from both banks of the Zhi River, she suddenly came back to her senses. She could not help feeling torn between hope and fear.
What if Xie Guan's poetry was not actually that outstanding?
In her heart, she blamed herself for her rashness.
This time, Young Master Su Yun had spent such a vast sum of money and prepared three poems.
If she displeased Su Yun afterward, he likely would not let the matter rest easily!
At Immortal-Inviting Tower.
Su Yun stood by the railing, riding the wind as he looked down at the four-sided stage below.
His face was brimming with delight. With Madam Gongsun's poem just now bearing the signature of the Thatched Cottage Poetry Society—
Today, not only had Xie Guan made a name for himself, but the Thatched Cottage Poetry Society had also become famous in one stroke.
After Madam Gongsun took the