The president of Yunying Poetry Club, also the older woman, 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 at her and asked.
"To be honest, this young master has joined the Yunying Poetry Club just now, and his poems can naturally represent us." Zhao Yunrou glanced around at the crowd and said slowly.
As soon as this remark came out, including Wan Ruoqing and Zeng Zuimo, several women from Yunying Poetry Club were stunned.
"Young master, when did you join the Yunying Poetry Club?"
Li Yi was also taken aback for a moment, why didn't he know when he joined the Yunying Poetry Club
At this moment, Li Yi saw the woman wink at him very covertly, and he understood immediately.
Well, from now on, he is already a member of Yunying Poetry Club...
At the same time, there was an immediate uproar among the surrounding crowd.
"How can this be!"
"He's a man!"
"The Yunying Poetry Club has always only had women. When did men join?"
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Obviously, Zhao Yunrou's words just now had a big impact on them. The Yunying Poetry Club is composed of several talented women from Qing'an Prefecture, but they have never recruited any men. Where did this guy come from
"The Yunying Poetry Club has always only had women. This is a well-known fact. Ms. Zhao must not be joking." Wrong way, can't stand to be dismantled at all.
"Oh?" Zhao Yunrou heard the words, looked at the crowd 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 noise around him also gradually died down.
There was a trace of astonishment on the faces of everyone, showing a thoughtful look.
Soon, they realized that from the beginning to the end, Yunying Poetry Society seemed to have never said such a thing!
Just because of the name of the Yunying Poetry Club and the fact that the members of the Poetry Club are all women, they naturally had the previous idea, but the president of the other poetry club personally refuted the rumors, denying that only women can join the Yunying Poetry Club , what else can they say
"It's no wonder that when the scholar came in, he was so familiar with Miss Wan and the women of Yunying Poetry Club. It turned out that he was also a member of Yunying Poetry Club."
"The Yunying Poetry Club actually allows men to join. It turns out that we have been making mistakes all along."
"In this way, this poem can naturally represent the Yunying Poetry Society. If they can participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival tomorrow, with this person, Yang Yanzhou and Shen Zhao will also have to be on the spot!"
"The name of Qing'an Mansion's number one talented scholar may change hands..."
"Not necessarily. Although this poem is good, every time Shen Zhao writes a poem, it will be widely circulated in brothel music halls. In this regard, no matter how good the poem is, it cannot be compared with it."
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Everyone thought that sentence just now was for Zhao Yunrou's benefit, but thinking of the scholar who just came in, he went straight to the Yunying Poetry Club, and behaved very intimately with Wan Ruoqing and the others, so they should I have known each other for a long time, and there is no doubt in my heart.
The two scholars who came in with Li Yi stood behind the crowd, stared at him blankly, and murmured: "It turns out that Xiongtai really knows Miss Wan, and he is also a member of Yunying Poetry Club, you... It's hard for us to hide it!"
Su Wentian's face was gloomy, he never expected that Zhao Yunrou's words would make his offensive come to naught, and that gentle scum was actually a member of Yunying Society, which was beyond his expectation.
But giving up like this, he will never be reconciled. Tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival will definitely be his brilliant performance. When he becomes a blockbuster, he will never allow anyone to destroy it. He looked up at Zhao Yunrou, gritted his teeth and said: "That's it, This poem can't be counted, because today's competition is about Mid-Autumn Ci, not Mid-Autumn Poetry!"
As soon as Su Wentian said this, Zhao Yunrou was startled for a moment, then said angrily, "What's the difference between poetry and poetry? It's the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival, and there are always poetry and poetry!"
Su Wentian heard the words, and said calmly: "But what we are comparing today is indeed the Mid-Autumn Festival Ci. Miss Zhao can't deny this, right?"
Zhao Yunrou was speechless for a while, but couldn't find a reason to refute.
At that time, when several poetry clubs set the rules, they did not consider this situation, because talented people who are good at writing poems are really rare, and in poetry clubs, lyrics often account for more than 90%, even if there are poems, They are all mediocre works. Therefore, there is no difference between Mid-Autumn Poetry or Mid-Autumn Ci, because in the end, a certain Ci must win the top spot.
What she never expected was that Su Wentian actually caught this loophole, and since then, this poem that has been passed down through the ages is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it cannot be counted today.
After Su Wentian finished speaking, all the talents around him also frowned.
"This Su Wentian's mind is too narrow. Even if this person has a small talent, he will not be able to become a great weapon after all!"
"I didn't expect Su Wentian to be this kind of person before."
"When the rules were set that day, this point was ignored, otherwise this situation would not have happened."
"Although Su Wentian is a bit shameless, but... this time he is really on the side of Lizi."
"It's a pity... If this excellent work beats all talented scholars at the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival, I will be honored when I talk about it later... What a pity!"
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After today, Su Wentian's image in the minds of many talented people in the venue will definitely plummet, but at this moment he doesn't care about these things. If he can become famous at tomorrow's poetry meeting, then what he will gain is far more than what he will lose.
"So, Brother Su is the leader today?"
The young man surnamed Liu who had had a conflict with Li Yi just now smiled, looked at Li Yi and the women of the Yunying Poetry Club gloatingly, and said.
Zhao Yunrou and the girls from the Yunying Poetry Society had expressions of resentment on their pretty faces, but they couldn't speak.
Zeng Zuimo was a little anxious, his heart was full of surprises and then he was greatly disappointed... Did he still fail after all
"My lord, all of this is Ruoqing's fault. I didn't explain it to my lord in advance." Wan Ruoqing looked at Li Yi apologetically, her eyes were a little red, and said in a low voice.
If she could have thought of this earlier, the current situation would not have happened.
"Yunying Poetry Club, what a pity..."
"Don't be too pessimistic. After today, just relying on this poem alone, the scholar will be famous in the entire Qing'an Prefecture, and the Yunying Poetry Club will also be known to everyone."
"Su Wentian has lost the hearts of the people. Even though he wins, he actually loses. Even though the Yunying Poetry Society loses, it is still glorious!"
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The rules cannot be changed, and although all the talented scholars present could not understand Su Wentian's actions, they could only sigh at Yunying Poetry Society.
Aside from this poem, Su Wentian's Mid-Autumn Festival poems really overwhelmed others too much.
"I'm afraid I have to congratulate Brother Su in advance!" The young man surnamed Liu smiled and cupped his hands, and said to Su Wentian.
"Brother Liu said it too early, it's too early!" Su Wentian cupped his hands with a humble expression on his face.
Seeing the two hypocritically singing together, Li Yi sighed leisurely.
"Young master..."
Wan Ruoqing looked up at him with an apologetic expression on his face. Just as he was about to speak, Li Yi waved his hand, looked at her and said rather reproachfully: "If you want words but not poems, you should have said it earlier..."