"What happened up there?"
When several women came forward to inquire, 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 him, and the next moment, she opened her mouth to read.
Although the rest of the people are all women, they are also known as talented women in this Qing'an Prefecture city. After listening to a few sentences, they can tell that the level of this poem is far above ordinary people.
"What's the matter, is the word written well?"
Zeng Zuimo's attainment in poetry is not deep, unless it is similar to "Magpie Bridge Immortal", which can be distinguished by ordinary people, he has no discernment for ordinary poetry.
"Su Wentian's CI in the Mid-Autumn Festival is indeed much better than Fang Zhou's." When the woman finished reciting the CI, complex expressions appeared on Wan Ruoqing's pretty face, and she spoke slowly.
She can judge the general level after listening to this poem once. She has also heard the Mid-Autumn Festival poem written by Su Wentian last year. She did not expect that this year it will reach a higher level. shine.
"Sister Ruoqing, can your words surpass Su Wentian's?" Zeng Zuimo looked at her and asked.
She is very concerned about this.
The victory or defeat of the Yunying Poetry Society today is related to whether they are eligible to participate in the real Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival tomorrow. If they win, I can also enter with them, and maybe I can meet that person at that time...
"I didn't expect that Su Wentian already had such attainments in Mid-Autumn Ci, I'm afraid it's not as good as it is." 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 Club also said with a sigh.
Although they don't want to admit it, from ancient times to the present, their women have always been inferior to those men in the way of poetry.
Zeng Zuimo heard the words, with a disappointed expression on her pretty face.
If the Yunying Poetry Club can't win, they are not eligible to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair, and she naturally has no chance to meet the talented man named "Li Yi".
These days, I can only keep the questions in my mind about that novel painting method in my heart.
That person seemed to appear out of thin air, and then disappeared quietly. No matter how hard others searched, they couldn't find any news about him. Zeng Zuimo could only put all his hopes on tomorrow's poetry meeting... He should not be absent from such a standard poetry meeting.
Knowing what she was thinking, Wan Ruoqing turned to look at her and said, "Even if we can attend tomorrow's poetry meeting, we may not necessarily meet the person we want to see."
Zeng Zuimo also understands what Ruoqing said, but this is always a hope. If you lose today, even such hope will be lost...
Turning her head in disappointment, she happened to see that the scholar was holding a paper raft in his hand. After looking at it, the corner of his mouth curled up, and the expression she saw before appeared on his face again.
This expression was a little bit similar to when she saw the paintings of those who were not skilled in painting.
He casually threw the paper raft on the table, said something to the little maid, and the two walked towards the door.
Gritting her teeth, she walked towards the scholar's position just now, picked up the paper raft he threw away, and moved her gaze up.
What was written on the 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 firmness, and chased after the scholar's back.
"Drunk ink..."
Wan Ruoqing called her from behind, seeing that she didn't seem to hear her, doubts appeared on her pretty face, she put down Su Wentian's poem, and followed.
"Drunk ink girl..."
On the road, a man bowed to her, but Zeng Zuimo didn't respond. When 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 society would not allow outsiders to participate, Li Yi would not have wasted so much time here. After tasting all the melons, fruits and pastries, 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 found that the woman who called him Deng Tuzi was walking towards this side quickly.
"This woman is endless!"
Li Yi frowned slightly, subconsciously thinking that this woman was here to make trouble.
"Xiaohuan, let's go quickly."
Don't fight this woman with an abnormal head. Li Yi took Xiaohuan's hand and was about to leave. Zeng Zuimo ran a few steps and stood in front of them.
Xiaohuan looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, with a vigilant expression on her face, and couldn't help but move closer to Li Yi's side.
"What do you want to do again?" Li Yi looked at her and frowned and asked, obviously a little unhappy in his heart.
"As long as you do me a favor, our previous grievances can be wiped out." Zeng Zuimo looked Li Yi directly in the eyes and said through gritted teeth.
"No help."
Li Yi said something lightly, and took Xiaohuan's hand to leave.
He really doesn't care if the grievances are wiped out, and whether the two of them can see each other again in the future, why should he ask for trouble.
What's more, it's not easy to make this woman look down and ask him for help. He and the other party are not familiar, and strictly speaking, there are some minor grievances. Why should he help her
"You...you stop!"
Zeng Zuimo pointed at him, his silver teeth almost gnawed, no matter before or now, which man is not polite when he sees her, and has he ever been ignored like this
Why doesn't this guy have the bearing of a scholar
But when he thought that he could say those four words in front of so many people, he lost his temper a long time ago.
She had never been so neglected before, she just felt extremely wronged in her heart, tears rolled in her eyes, and she tried her best not to let them fall.
"My lord stay here."
Li Yi and Xiaohuan had already walked out of the door, and a soft voice came from behind them again.
He paused, turned his head to look at the gentle woman who was walking towards this side, and finally did not turn around and leave like before.
He is soft on others and short-tempered when he eats others. Just now he begged for two pieces of cakes from her with a straight face, so of course he can't be too ruthless in front of others at this moment.
A woman named Wan Ruoqing walked over, first bowed to Li Yizhen, and then said apologetically: "Zui Mo is stubborn, if you offend the young master in any way, Ruoqing will apologize to the young master here, please don't let him go." blame."
Li Yi looked at this girl Wan, and then at Zeng Zuimo who was still staring at him with a pair of big eyes, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the same woman, why is there such a big difference in personality
The little maid stood beside him, a bitter look already appeared on her pretty face.
She couldn't deal with a beautiful older sister, and now there is another...
Miss, Second Miss, where are you, Xiaohuan can hardly see my uncle by herself...