Although this song "Nian Nujiao" is not Liu Yong's pinnacle work, "where there is well water, one can sing Liu lyrics". Liu Sanbian's talent is not unfounded, and it is nothing to pick out a song at random.
Even cats and dogs can compare.
I don't know how good Su Wentian's literary talent is, but he still has some self-awareness, which can be regarded as an advantage.
After Su Wentian left, everyone in Dongli Poetry Club also left in despair, including some people close to Su Wentian, who had no shame in staying here anymore.
After all, Su Wentian was really too arrogant just now. Unfortunately, he climbed too high and fell more painfully. Not only did Dongli Poetry Society lose the qualification to participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival, Su Wentian himself may not be good among many talented people in the future.
Got a foothold.
"If it weren't for the young master today, I'm afraid we would be the ones who left just now." The president of the Yunying Poetry Club, a woman named Zhao Yunrou, brought up a tray covered with red cloth, bowed slightly and said, "This
This hundred taels of silver is originally intended to be given to today's leader, so please accept it, sir, and don't refuse."
"Thank you, Miss Zhao. You're welcome." Li Yi smiled and took the tray from Zhao Yunrou's hand, the smile on his face getting brighter.
He really has nothing to refuse. This one hundred taels of silver was originally his ultimate goal when he came here. If there was no Yunying Poetry Club, he would not get any money no matter how good his poems were. Likewise,
Without him, Yunying Poetry Club would not have had the last laugh and obtained the qualification to participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival. Everyone gets what they need, and no one is polite...
Poetry gatherings like this should be held more often. Isn’t it easier to just throw away the poems, take the money and run away than to run through the streets exhaustingly carrying candied haws on your back?
Of course, Li Yi just thought about it in his heart. Such good things cannot happen every day, so it is more reliable to engage in industry honestly.
After all, industry makes a country prosperous!
"Xiao Huan, take the silver and let's go home." He wrapped the silver in the red cloth, stuffed it into the little maid's arms, rubbed her head and said.
One hundred taels of silver weighs only seven or eight kilograms, which is not too heavy for a little maid.
Xiaohuan had long experienced her uncle's ability to make money, and was no longer surprised by it. She held the money in her arms with a smile on her face.
In addition to the money in her arms, the little maid also held two folded paper rafts tightly in her hands, with two poems written by her uncle written on them.
Xiao Huan was illiterate and couldn't remember the two poems. When those people were passing them around to each other, the little maid secretly kept two of them and planned to take them home to show the young lady and the second young lady.
The sister just now said that the lyrics written by my uncle were about separation and separation, and that he was missing his beloved. Could it be that he was talking about the young lady?
If the eldest lady knows, she will definitely be very happy.
That time my uncle didn't come back all night, and everyone thought he had run away. On the surface, the young lady didn't have any reaction, but that night, like Xiaohuan, she didn't sleep all night...
The young lady will be shocked when she sees her uncle's poems... The little maid thought in her heart...
Finally, time was not wasted, and Li Yi was in a better mood. When he was about to leave with Xiaohuan, he saw Zeng Zuimo standing there. He paused for a moment, and after thinking about it for a while, he walked over there.
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Zeng Zuimo looked at him coming over, his expression turned slightly cold, and he subconsciously asked: "What are you going to do?"
Li Yi bowed his hand to her and said: "Miss Zui Mo, I don't mean to offend you about what happened that day. I just mistook the girl for one of my friends. If I disturbed the girl, I hope she won't blame her."
Because of his mood just now, Li Yi's attitude towards Zeng Zuimo was not so friendly, but after all, it was his fault. In this era, holding a woman's little hand was already a serious offense, and the other party called him a "disciple"
, which is also excusable.
Of course, these two sentences said at this time are not asking for forgiveness, but just expressing an attitude.
After all, everyone has once stood on the same front and fought together...
If you are wrong, you are wrong. Even if you don't have the chance to meet her again in the future, if you say something, your thoughts will eventually become clearer.
Hearing Li Yi's words, Zeng Zuimo's expression was slightly startled.
Zeng Zuimo had never thought that he would actually apologize to himself.
After what happened just now, Zeng Zuimo already knew very well that although this scholar was unreasonable, his talent was frighteningly high. At least he was much higher than Su Wentian and his like, and perhaps not inferior to Yang Yanzhou and Shen Zhao.
Which of these talented men with troughs in their chests are not arrogant and arrogant? How would they bow their heads and admit their mistakes to a woman in public?
But she had also seen many scenes. After being surprised in her heart, the expression on her pretty face quickly returned to normal, and she leaned slightly to Li Yi and said, "Since the young master didn't mean it, there is no need to mention it again in the future."
Li Yi didn't know that Zeng Zuimo had already thought that what happened that day was just a misunderstanding, and what she wanted happened to be Li Yi's attitude.
He originally thought that the other party would scold him for being a scumbag again as before, and Li Yi was already mentally prepared for this. Unexpectedly, she actually bowed and returned the favor, obviously not intending to care about it anymore.
"I wonder if the young master will participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition tomorrow?" At this time, Zhao Yunrou came over and asked Li Yidao with a smile.
In Zhao Yunrou's view, with the talents he has shown today, if he can participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival, he will definitely shine, surpassing Yang Yanzhou Shen Zhao and win the reputation of the number one talent in Qing'an Prefecture.
It's not impossible.
"To be honest, Miss Zhao, I really have no interest in the poetry meeting." Li Yi smiled, then bowed his hands to everyone and said: "It's getting late, if there is nothing else, I will leave first.
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After hearing the first half of his words, several women from the Yunying Poetry Club were stunned. The poetry meeting they had dreamed of attending seemed to them not to be worth mentioning...
At this time, Wan Ruoqing's mind could not help but picture him throwing Su Wentian's words aside casually, and he suddenly felt relieved.
"This young master behaves differently from ordinary talented people. I am afraid he is also a noble-tempered person. He does not care about those false reputations...Besides, with his poetic talent, he doesn't have to compete with others..."
With this thought in her mind, she suddenly seemed to remember something, her pretty face changed slightly, and when she turned around to look, the figure of the scholar and the little maid had disappeared at the door.
"I was only thinking about poems just now, but I forgot to ask the young master his name!"
She shouted softly and hurriedly chased after him.
After a while, Wan Ruoqing stood on the street, looking at the bustling crowds with no end in sight, sighed leisurely, turned around and walked back.
