When several women came forward to ask, the older woman had already handed over the paper raft, sighed and said: "This poem was written by Su Wentian just now, everyone should take a look."
A woman took the paper raft from his hand, and the next moment, she read it out.
Although the rest of the people are all women, they are all known as talented women in Qing'an Prefecture. After listening to a few sentences, I can tell that the level of this poem is far above ordinary people.
"What's wrong? Is this word well written?"
Zeng Zuimo's attainments in poetry were not deep. Unless they were poems passed down from ancient times like "Magpie Bridge Immortal" that ordinary people can recognize, he had no ability to distinguish ordinary poems.
"Su Wentian's Mid-Autumn Festival poems are indeed much better than Fangzhou's." When the woman read the complete poem, a complex look appeared on Wan Ruoqing's pretty face, and she spoke slowly.
She could judge the general level of this poem after listening to it once. She had also heard the Mid-Autumn Festival poem written by Su Wentian last year. Unexpectedly, it had reached a higher level this year. I am afraid that she would also hear it at the poetry meeting tomorrow night.
Shine brilliantly.
"Sister Ruoqing, can your words be better than Su Wentian's?" Zeng Zuimo looked at her and asked.
She was extremely concerned about this.
The victory or defeat of Yunying Poetry Club today is related to whether they are qualified to participate in the real Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival tomorrow. If they win, they can enter with them, and maybe they can meet that person then...
"I didn't expect that Su Wentian has such attainments in Mid-Autumn Festival poems. I'm afraid he's not as good as him." Wan Ruoqing shook her head and said with a wry smile.
"With this poem, Su Wentian has already won today's competition." The older woman from Yunying Poetry Society also sighed and said.
Although they don't want to admit it, from ancient times to the present, their women have always been unable to compare with those men in terms of poetry.
Hearing this, Zeng Zuimo had a disappointed expression on his pretty face.
If Yunying Poetry Club cannot win, it will not be qualified to participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival, and naturally she will not be able to meet the talented man named "Li Yi".
These days, the questions I have about that novel painting method can only be kept in my own mind.
The man seemed to appear out of thin air and then disappear quietly. No matter how others searched, they could not find any information about him. Zeng Zuimo could only put all his hopes on tomorrow's poetry meeting... With his talent and learning,
He should not be absent from a poetry gathering of that caliber.
Knowing what she was thinking, Wan Ruoqing turned to look at her and said, "Even if we can attend the poetry meeting tomorrow, we may not meet the person we want to meet."
Zeng Zuimo understood everything Wan Ruoqing said, but it was always a hope. If he lost today, even such hope would be gone...
She turned her head slightly disappointed and happened to see the scholar holding a paper raft in his hand. After looking at it, the corner of his mouth turned into an arc, and the expression she had seen before appeared on his face again.
This expression was a little bit similar to when she saw the paintings of people who were not good at painting.
He threw the paper raft on the table, said something to the little maid, and the two of them walked towards the door.
Gritting her teeth, she walked over to where the scholar had been, picked up the paper raft he had thrown away, and moved her gaze upwards.
What was written on this paper raft was Su Wentian's poem that was praised by everyone.
For a moment, the expression on Zeng Zui Mo's pretty face became very complicated, but soon turned into determination, and she chased after the scholar's back.
"Drunk Mo..."
Wan Ruoqing called her from behind, but seeing that she didn't seem to hear her, confusion appeared on her pretty face, she put down Su Wentian's poem and followed.
"Drunk Mo girl..."
On the road, she met a man who offered his hand to her, but Zeng Zuimo ignored her. As he walked quickly, the man's smile froze on his face and he looked in the direction of her back. The scholar and the maid had already reached the door.
If he had known that this poetry club would not allow outsiders to participate, Li Yi would not have wasted so much time here. After tasting all the fruits and pastries inside, he planned to go back with Xiaohuan.
"Wait a minute!"
When he walked to the door, a voice suddenly came from behind him.
Li Yi looked back and saw that the woman who called him a disciple was walking towards this side quickly.
"This woman, there is no end!"
Li Yi frowned slightly, subconsciously thinking that this woman was here to cause trouble.
"Xiaohuan, let's go quickly."
A manly man would not fight with this abnormal-headed woman. Li Yi took Xiao Huan's hand and was about to leave when Zeng Zuimo ran a few steps quickly and stood in front of them.
Xiaohuan looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, a vigilant expression appeared on her face, and she couldn't help but move closer to Li Yi.
"What do you want to do again?" Li Yi looked at her and asked with a frown, obviously feeling a little unhappy in his heart.
"As long as you do me a favor, our previous grudges can be wiped out." Zeng Zuimo looked directly into Li Yi's eyes and said through gritted teeth.
"No help."
Li Yi said lightly, took Xiaohuan's hand and planned to leave.
He really didn't care about the grievances being wiped out. There was no question whether the two of them could see each other again in the future, so why should he ask for trouble?
What's more, it's probably not easy to make this woman look down and ask him for help. He and the other party are not familiar with each other. Strictly speaking, there are still some minor grievances, so why should he help her?
"You...you stop!"
Zeng Zuimo pointed at him, and his teeth were almost broken. Whether it was before or now, which man was not polite when he saw her, and how could he be ignored like this?
Why doesn't this guy have the bearing of a scholar?
But when I thought about how he could say those four words in front of so many people, he already lost his magnanimity.
She had never been so neglected before. She felt extremely wronged in her heart, tears welled up in her eyes, and she tried not to let them fall.
"Young Master, please stay."
Li Yi and Xiaohuan had already walked out of the door, and a soft voice came from behind again.
He paused in his steps and looked back at the gentle woman walking towards him. In the end, he did not turn around and leave like before.
I was so arrogant when I asked someone for two pastries from her just now that I was soft-hearted and short-tongued. Of course, I couldn't be too ruthless in front of others at this moment.
A woman named Wan Ruoqing walked over, first saluted Li Yifan, and then said apologetically: "Dui Mo has a naughty temper. If you have offended the young master in any way, if you apologize to the young master here, please don't do it."
Blame.”
Li Yi looked at Miss Wan, and then at Zeng Zuimo, who was still staring at him with her big eyes. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, they are both women, why are their personalities so different?
The little maid stood beside him, with a deep bitter look on her pretty face.
She can no longer deal with one beautiful sister, and now here comes another one...
Miss, Second Miss, where are you? Xiaohuan can hardly stand his uncle alone...
