"The beauty of a gentleman's adulthood..."
Zeng Zuimo turned his head and looked at Li Yi. No matter how he thought, he couldn't connect the word "gentleman" with the scholar in front of him.
After all, there is no gentleman who keeps saying "your old mother" or something like that...
But anyway... He finally agreed.
However, when he thought that when he begged him just now, the other party refused without even thinking about it, but it was Sister Ruoqing who agreed so straightforwardly, he couldn't help but feel inexplicable sadness in his heart, and looked at Li Yi His eyes also became resentful and angry.
"Thank you, my lord!" Seeing Li Yi agree, a look of joy appeared on Wan Ruoqing's pretty face.
"Don't worry, I still have one condition." Li Yi said again.
"What conditions?"
Zeng Zuimo looked at him, and his eyes suddenly became vigilant. Although she was born in a brothel, she was a nobleman who sold her skills but not her body. If Li Yi made any excessive demands, even if she didn't ask him to write poems, she wouldn't either. promise.
Li Yi dismissed Zeng Zuimo, who was obviously self-confident, and ignored her. He turned to look at Wan Ruoqing and asked, "Miss Ruoqing only wants to win today's competition so that she can participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair?"
Wan Ruoqing nodded, but didn't understand what Li Yi meant.
At this time, Li Yi looked at her and said, "I heard that the poetry club that won today will get a reward of one hundred taels of silver. I don't want anything else, just this one hundred taels of silver."
Help is all about helping, and you still have to get the benefits you want.
The women of Yunying Poetry Club and Wan Ruoqing wanted to be eligible to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair, and Li Yi wanted the one hundred taels of silver, and everyone got what they needed. This is a win-win situation.
When Wan Ruoqing heard this, the expression on her pretty face froze, as if a little shocked, she looked up at Li Yi, then nodded and said, "It should be so."
Although one hundred taels of silver is not a small amount to them, but what 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 eligible to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poem Fair Talk about a reward of one hundred taels of silver.
For this decision, she can help them make up their minds without asking for their opinions.
"Hmph, miser, he's about to get into the eyes of money!" Zeng Zuimo cursed in his heart, his contempt for Li Yi was undoubtedly revealed in his heart.
The conditions have been negotiated, and the three of them turned back and walked into the hall.
Along the way, Wan Ruoqing was walking beside Li Yi, talking to him. A little behind, Zeng Zuimo raised his head and stared at Li Yi from time to time. If her eyes were knives, Li Yi would have been killed by thousands of people now. Cut to pieces.
The little maid followed behind them, looking at Li Yi for a while, and sneaking glances at Wan Ruoqing and Zeng Zuimo for a while, still feeling a little uneasy.
Upstairs, several people glanced down, and after a moment of stunned expression, they opened their mouths with some doubts.
"Who is that person with Miss Wan and Miss Zuimo? It looks so familiar..."
"I'm afraid he's Miss Wan's friend. I just saw him with people from Yunying Poetry Club."
"It's him! How could Miss Wan befriend such a vulgar person?"
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Among these people, some who didn't know Li Yi were shocked at the moment. Wan Ruoqing and Zeng Zuimo were so close to a man, and those who saw him scold Su Wentian away just now were even more shocked. How could this man get along with Qing'an? The well-known talented girl Wan Ruoqing and Zeng Zuimo, the top Qing official of the Qunyu Academy, got together
Such vulgar people, gentle scum, they don't even have the intention of making friends.
Could it be that those two girls just like this tune
At this time, several women from the Yunying Poetry Society gathered in a certain corner, and the table in front of them were all good words that had been circulated by everyone. Even if they were unwilling, they had to admit that in poetry Together, they are far inferior to those men.
"Could it be that we are destined to miss the Mid-Autumn Poetry Fair?" a woman said unwillingly.
The girls sighed and fell silent.
At this moment, Wan Ruoqing and Li Yi walked over here.
"I'll leave everything to you, my lord." Wan Ruoqing saluted Li Yi and said seriously.
"Ruoqing, this is..."
Seeing the scholar just now 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.
Dip in the ink, and was about to pick up the pen to write, as if thinking of something, looked back at Wan Ruoqing, handed the pen to her, and said: "I'll read it, Miss Ruoqing write it."
Naturally, Wan Ruoqing didn't know that Li Yi was afraid that his handwriting would be too ugly to make people laugh, and thought that this young master was thoughtful. Since this was a work representing Yunying Poetry Society, he had to write it himself.
She took the pen from Li Yi's hand, and under the slightly puzzled eyes of several women, Li Yi had already spoken.
"A jug of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date."
"It's poetry!?"
The women let out a soft cry, their eyes filled with surprise, but they still didn't understand what was going on right now.
"Is this guy really okay?" Zeng Zuimo looked at her, still feeling a little uncertain.
After all, she was just guessing just now, if this scholar is just a mad student with no talent and full of arrogance, wouldn't everything he did just now be in vain
"Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and form three people..."
It was also at this time that Li Yi's second poem had been read out.
In an instant, the expressions of several talented women froze for a moment, and their expressions changed in the next moment.
Seeing their expressions become very solemn, Zeng Zuimo was taken aback, then looked at Li Yi, and an unbelievable thought arose in his heart.
"Could it be that the poems he wrote are really amazing?"
"The moon does not drink, and the shadow follows me.
To accompany the moon will be shadow for a while, the carnival must wait until the spring... "
Li Yi's voice continued, and beside him, Ruoqing wrote with a pen, and lines of neat and beautiful hairpin small letters appeared on the paper.
"My singing moon wanders, my dancing shadow is chaotic.
When I woke up, I had sex, and I was drunk.
Forever relentless travel, phase period Miao Yunhan. "
Wan Ruoqing finished writing the last word, Li Yi said again: "This poem is called "Drinking Alone under the Moon"."
Zeng Mo stood aside in a daze, seeing the eyes of the people around him as if they were attracted by the verses on the paper, and they didn't move away for a long time, when he turned his head to look at the scholar with a calm face, his expression began to change a bit It's different.
After a while, the women from the 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 good at writing, I admire him!"
"Brother Su's poem, I think it will shine at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival tomorrow, so I will congratulate Brother Su in advance..."
"Where is there, everyone is absurd..."
Somewhere upstairs, Su Wentian was receiving compliments from everyone, and kept bowing his hands in return. He had already forgotten the unhappiness that happened just now, and he felt a little elated.
Since he was suppressed by the Bailu Poetry Club at the Qixi Poetry Conference a month ago, it was not until now that he finally pulled back a round and returned to the pinnacle of his life.
"Brother Su's poem is so amazing that I've been waiting for it. Tomorrow, I'm afraid I can compare it with Yang Yanzhou, Shen Zhao and others." A young man in Confucianism shirt said with a smile on the opposite side of Su Wentian.
"Brother Xu is exaggerating too much. Mr. Su still has some self-knowledge. There are many talents in Qing'an Mansion who are proficient in poetry. I'm afraid they dare not say they are better than these two." 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, his eyes swept away inadvertently... his eyes could not be moved away.