The older woman, the president of Yunying Poetry Society, came over, looked at Su Wentian and said, "What if this young master is not an outsider?"
"Miss Zhao, what do you mean?" Su Wentian frowned and looked at her and asked.
"To be honest, this young man has already joined the Yunying Poetry Society, and his poems can naturally represent us." Zhao Yunrou looked around at the crowd and said slowly.
As soon as these words came out, several women from the Yunying Poetry Club, including Wan Ruoqing Zeng Zuimo, were stunned.
"When did this young master join the Yunying Poetry Club?"
Li Yi was also stunned for a moment. When did he join the Yunying Poetry Society? Why didn't he know?
At this moment, Li Yi saw the woman blinking at him covertly, and he suddenly understood.
Well, from now on, he is already a member of Yunying Poetry Club...
At the same time, there was an uproar among the surrounding crowd.
"How can this be!"
"He is a man!"
"The Yunying Poetry Club has always only had women. When did men join?"
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Obviously, what Zhao Yunrou said just now had a big impact on them. Yunying Poetry Society is composed of several talented women from Qing'an Prefecture, but it has never recruited any men. Where did this guy come from?
"Yunying Poetry Society has always only had women. This is a matter known to everyone. Miss Zhao, please don't say it as a joke." Su Wentian still had a faint smile on his face. Zhao Yunrou's words were obviously just a ploy for power and use.
If you use the wrong method, you won’t be able to withstand exposure.
"Oh?" Upon hearing this, Zhao Yunrou looked at everyone with a smile and said, "When did we say that only women are allowed to join the Yunying Poetry Club?"
The smile on Su Wentian's face froze.
The surrounding noise gradually became quieter.
There was a trace of astonishment on everyone's faces, and they looked thoughtful.
Soon, they realized that from beginning to end, Yunying Poetry Club seemed to have never said such a thing!
Just because the name of the Yunying Poetry Club and the members of the poetry club are all women, they naturally had the previous idea. However, the president of the other poetry clubs personally refuted the rumor and denied that only women can join the Yunying Poetry Club.
, what else can they say?
"No wonder the scholar was so familiar with Miss Wan and the girls from the Yunying Poetry Club when he came in. It turns out that he is also a member of the Yunying Poetry Club."
"The Yunying Poetry Club actually allows men to join. It turns out that we have been wrong all along."
"In this way, this poem can naturally represent the Yunying Poetry Society. If they can participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival tomorrow, with this person here, Yang Yanzhou and Shen Zhao will be very angry on the spot!"
"The name of the most talented person in Qing'an Prefecture may change hands..."
"That's not necessarily the case. Although this poem is good, every time Shen Zhao writes a poem, it will be widely circulated in brothels and music halls. In this regard, no matter how good the poem is, it cannot be compared with it."
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Everyone just thought that those words were a ploy for Zhao Yunrou's interests, but they thought that as soon as the scholar came in, he went straight to the Yunying Poetry Club and behaved very close to Wan Ruoqing and the others. It was unusual for them to come here.
We have known each other for a long time, and there is no doubt in my mind.
The two scholars who followed Li Yi in stood behind the crowd, staring at him blankly, and murmured: "It turns out that brother really knows Miss Wan, and he is actually a member of the Yunying Poetry Club. You...
…It’s so hard for us to hide it!”
Su Wentian's face was gloomy. He never thought that Zhao Yunrou's offensive would be in vain with just one word. That gentle scum was actually a member of the Yunying Society, which was really beyond his expectation.
But he would never be willing to give up like this. Tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival will definitely be the time when he will shine and become a blockbuster. No one will be allowed to ruin it. He looked up at Zhao Yunrou and gritted his teeth and said, "That's it.
This poem cannot be counted, because today’s competition is about Mid-Autumn Festival poems, not Mid-Autumn Festival poems!”
As soon as Su Wentian said this, Zhao Yunrou was slightly startled at first, and then said angrily: "What's the difference between poetry and poetry? It's the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival, and poetry has always been included!"
Su Wentian heard this and said calmly: "But what we are comparing today is indeed the Mid-Autumn Festival poems. Miss Zhao cannot deny this, right?"
Zhao Yunrou was speechless for a moment, unable to find a reason to refute.
When several poetry societies set their rules at that time, they did not actually take this situation into consideration, because talented people who are good at writing poetry are really rare. In poetry societies, lyrics often account for more than 90%, even if there are poems and essays.
They are also all mediocre works. Therefore, there is no difference at all whether it is a Mid-Autumn poem or a Mid-Autumn poem, because in the end a certain poem will definitely come out on top.
What she never expected was that Su Wentian would seize this loophole. From then on, this Mid-Autumn Festival poem would be passed down through the ages, and it cannot be counted today.
After Su Wentian finished speaking, all the talented people around him also frowned.
"Su Wentian's mind is too narrow-minded. Even if he has a little talent, he will never become a great person!"
"I never thought that Su Wentian was such a person."
"When the rules were set that day, this point was ignored, otherwise there would not be the situation at this time."
"Although Su Wentian is a little shameless, but...this time he really stands on the side of reason."
"It's a pity... If this excellent piece of poetry surpasses all the talented people at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Conference, we won't be honored when it comes to it later... What a pity!"
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After today, Su Wentian's image in the minds of many talented people in the room will definitely plummet, but he can't care about it at the moment. If he can become famous at tomorrow's poetry meeting, he will gain far more than he loses.
"So, the leader today is none other than Brother Su?"
The young man named Liu who had just had a conflict with Li Yi smiled, looked at Li Yi and the women of Yunying Poetry Society with gloating, and said.
Zhao Yunrou and several women from Yunying Poetry Club had angry expressions on their pretty faces, but they could not speak.
Zeng Zuimo was a little anxious, and his heart was full of surprises and huge disappointment...did he still fail after all?
"Young Master, this is all Ruoqing's fault. I didn't explain it to you in advance." Wan Ruoqing looked at Li Yi apologetically, with red eyes, and whispered.
If she could have thought of this in advance, the current situation would not have occurred.
"Yunying Poetry Society, what a pity..."
"There is no need to be too pessimistic. After today, with this poem alone, the scholar will be famous throughout Qing'an Prefecture, and the Yunying Poetry Society will also be known to everyone."
"Su Wentian has lost people's hearts. Even though he won, he actually lost. Even though Yunying Poetry Society lost, it is still glorious!"
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The rules cannot be changed. Although the talented people present could not understand Su Wentian's behavior, they could only sigh with regret at Yunying Poetry Society.
Apart from this poem, Su Wentian's Mid-Autumn Festival poems indeed surpassed the others too much.
"I'm afraid I have to congratulate Brother Su in advance!" The young man named Liu smiled and cupped his hands and said to Su Wentian.
"Brother Liu, it's too early to speak, it's too early to speak!" Su Wentian cupped his hands with a humble look on his face.
Seeing the hypocritical singing and harmony between the two, Li Yi sighed leisurely.
"Son..."
Wan Ruoqing looked up at him with an apologetic look on her face. Just when she was about to speak, Li Yi waved his hand, looked at her and said somewhat reproachfully: "If you want words instead of poems, you should have said it earlier..."
