Zeng Zuimo turned to look at Li Yi. No matter how he thought about it, he could not associate the word "gentleman" with the scholar in front of him.
After all, no gentleman can open his mouth and keep saying "your mother" or something like that...
But no matter what...he finally agreed.
However, when I thought that when I asked him to beg him just now, the other party refused without even thinking, but if it was sister Ruoqing, he agreed so readily and simply, I couldn't help but feel inexplicable sadness in my heart, and looked at Li Yi
His eyes also became resentful and angry.
"Thank you, sir!" Seeing Li Yi agree, Wan Ruoqing's pretty face showed joy.
"Don't worry, I have one more condition." Li Yi said again.
"What conditions?"
Zeng Zuimo looked at him, and her eyes suddenly became wary. Although she was born in a brothel, she was a poor woman who was a prostitute but not a prostitute. If Li Yi made any excessive demands, even if she didn't ask him to write poems, she wouldn't know how to do it.
promise.
Li Yi turned away from Zeng Zuimo, who was obviously passionate, and ignored her. He turned to look at Wan Ruoqing and asked, "What Miss Ruoqing wants is to win today's competition so that she can participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition, right?"
Wan Ruoqing nodded, but did not understand what Li Yi meant.
At this time, Li Yi looked at her and said: "I heard that the poetry club that wins today will be rewarded with one hundred taels of silver. I don't want anything else, just these one hundred taels of silver."
Help is still help, and you still have to get the benefits you deserve.
The girls from the Yunying Poetry Club and Wan Ruoqing want the qualifications to participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival, and Li Yi wants the one hundred taels of silver. Everyone gets what they need. This is a win-win situation.
When Wan Ruoqing heard this, the expression on her pretty face was startled, as if she was a little shocked. She raised her head and glanced at Li Yi, then nodded and said, "As it should be."
Although one hundred taels of silver is not a small amount to them, the point they care about is not here. It is just a by-product of winning the competition. If they lose the competition, they will not even be qualified to participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition, let alone
The reward was one hundred taels of silver.
For this decision, she didn't need to ask the women for their opinions, she could help them make their decision.
"Huh, miser, you're almost obsessed with money!" Zeng Zuimo cursed in his heart, his contempt for Li Yi clearly revealed.
The conditions had been negotiated, and the three of them turned back and walked towards the hall.
Along the way, Wan Ruoqing was walking beside Li Yi and talking to him. A little behind, Zeng Zuimo raised his head and glared at Li Yi from time to time. If her eyes were knives, Li Yi would have been struck by thousands of people now.
Cut into pieces with a knife.
The little maid followed a few people, looking at Li Yi for a while, and then secretly taking a look at Wan Ruoqing and Zeng Zuimo. She was still a little uneasy in her heart.
Upstairs, several people glanced down, looked startled, and then spoke in confusion.
"Who is that person with Miss Wan and Miss Zui Mo? He looks so unfamiliar..."
"I'm afraid he's Miss Wan's friend. I just saw him hanging out with people from the Yunying Poetry Society."
"It's him! How could Miss Wan befriend such a vulgar person?"
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Among these people, some who did not know Li Yi were shocked at this moment. Wan Ruoqing and Zeng Zuimo were so close to a man. Some of them who just saw him scolding Su Wentian away were even more shocked. How could this man be with Qing'an?
Wan Ruoqing, a well-known talented woman in the mansion, and Zeng Zuimo, the top courtier of Qunyu Courtyard, came together?
Such vulgar people, polite scum, have no intention of making friends with them.
Could it be said that those two girls like exactly this kind of tone?
At this time, several women from the Yunying Poetry Society gathered in a certain corner. What was placed on the table in front of them were all good poems that had been circulated by everyone. Even if they were unwilling to do so, they had to admit that in poetry
Together, they are far inferior to those men.
"Are we destined to miss the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival?" a woman said unwillingly.
The girls sighed and fell silent.
At this moment, Wan Ruoqing and Li Yi walked over.
"I'll leave everything to you, Young Master." Wan Ruoqing saluted Li Yi and said with a serious expression.
"Ruo Qing, this is..."
Seeing the scholar again, doubts appeared on the faces of the girls. When the older woman came forward to ask, Li Yi had already picked up the pen.
He dipped it in ink and was about to pick up the pen to write. As if he remembered something, he looked back at Wan Ruoqing, handed the pen to her, and said, "I'll read it, and Miss Ruoqing will write it."
Naturally, Wan Ruoqing didn't know that Li Yi was afraid that his handwriting would be too ugly and make people laugh. He thought that this young master had been thoughtful. Since this was a work representing the Yunying Poetry Society, he naturally had to write it himself.
She took the pen from Li Yi's hand. In the slightly confused eyes of several women, Li Yi had already spoken.
"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date."
"It's poetry!?"
Several women exclaimed softly, their eyes full of surprise, but they still didn't understand what was going on.
"Is this guy really good?" Zeng Zuimo looked at her, still feeling a little unsure in his heart.
After all, what she just said was just a guess. If this scholar is just an arrogant man with no talent, wouldn't everything he did just now be in vain?
"Toast a glass to the bright moon, and look at the shadows as three people..."
It was at this time that Li Yi's second line of poetry was read out.
For a moment, several talented women looked startled, and then their expressions changed the next moment.
Seeing that their faces became very solemn, Zeng Zuimo was startled, and then looked at Li Yi, with an unbelievable thought in his heart.
"Could it be that the poems he wrote are really great?"
"The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me.
For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring..."
Li Yi's voice continued, and beside him, as if he were writing with a pen, rows of neat and beautiful hairpin-flowered regular script appeared on the paper.
"My singing moon wanders, my dancing shadows are in confusion.
The phase when awake is scattered after being drunk.
We will travel together forever, and we will meet again in Miao Yunhan."
After Wan Ruoqing finished the last word, Li Yi spoke again: "This poem is called "Drinking Alone under the Moon"."
Zeng Zuimo stood aside blankly, seeing that the eyes of the people around him seemed to be attracted by the poems on the paper, and they did not move away for a long time. When he turned to look at the calm-looking scholar, his expressions began to change a little.
It’s different.
After a while, several women from Yunying Poetry Club moved away from the paper and looked at each other, with an unspeakable light on their faces.
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"Congratulations, Brother Su!"
"Brother Su is so talented in literature, I admire him!"
"Brother Su's poem will surely shine at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival tomorrow, so I would like to congratulate Brother Su in advance..."
"No, no, you guys are so complimentary..."
Somewhere upstairs, Su Wentian was accepting compliments from everyone, and kept returning the compliments. He had forgotten the unpleasantness that had just happened, and his whole body felt a little upbeat.
Ever since he was suppressed by the Bailu Poetry Society at the Chinese Valentine's Day Poetry Festival a month ago, it was only now that he finally made a comeback and returned to the peak of his life.
"Brother Su, this poem is really amazing. I've been waiting for it. Tomorrow, I'm afraid I'll be able to compete with Yang Yanzhou, Shen Zhao and the like." Opposite Su Wentian, a young man in a scholar's shirt said with a smile.
"Brother Xu is exaggerating. Su is somewhat self-aware. There are many talented people in Qing'an Prefecture who are proficient in poetry, but they dare not say they are better than these two people." Su Wentian shook his head and said.
The young Confucian scholar smiled and was about to speak when a paper raft came from one side. He glanced at it inadvertently... and couldn't look away again.
