Although this song "Nian Nujiao" is not Liu Yong's pinnacle work, "Where there is well water, you can sing Liu Ci." A cat or a dog can be compared.
I don't know how Su Wentian's literary talents are, but he still has some self-knowledge, which can be regarded as an advantage.
After Su Wentian left, everyone in the Dongli Poetry Club also left in despair, including some people close to Su Wentian, and they had no face to stay here anymore.
After all, just now Su Wentian was indeed too arrogant, but unfortunately, he climbed too high and fell more painfully. Not only did Dongli Poetry Club lose the qualification to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club, Su Wentian himself may not be good among many talented people in the future. Got a foothold.
"If it wasn't for your son today, I'm afraid it would be us who left just now." The president of Yunying Poetry Club, a woman named Zhao Yunrou, brought up a tray covered with a red cloth, bowed slightly and said: "This The hundred taels of silver was originally intended to be given to today's leader, and please accept it, you must not refuse."
"Thank you, Ms. Zhao, I won't be polite." Li Yi smiled and took the tray from Zhao Yunrou's hand, the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.
He really has nothing to refuse. This one hundred taels of silver was originally his ultimate goal of coming here. If there is no Yunying Poetry Society, he will not get any silver even if he throws out the best words. Similarly, Without him, Yunying Poetry Club would not have the last laugh and be qualified to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club. Everyone gets what they need, and no one is polite...
Poetry gatherings like this should be held a few more times, throw away the poems and take the money and run, isn't it much easier than running all over the street with candied haws
Of course, Li Yi just thought about it in his heart. It is impossible to encounter such a good thing every day. It is better to be honest and reliable in business.
After all, industry prospers the country!
"Xiaohuan, take the silver, let's go home." Wrap the silver in the red cloth, put it in the little girl's arms, and rubbed her head and said.
One hundred taels of silver is about seven or eight catties, which is not too heavy for a little maid.
Xiaohuan had already learned how my uncle made money, so she was no stranger to it, holding the money in her arms, her little face was full of smiles.
In addition to the money in her arms, the little maid was tightly holding two folded paper rafts, on which were written two poems written by my uncle.
Xiaohuan was illiterate and couldn't remember those two poems. When those people passed them around to each other just now, the little maid secretly left two of them, planning to take them home and show them to Miss and Second Miss.
Just now that elder sister said that the words my uncle wrote were parting sorrows. They were thinking of the person she loved. Could it be the young lady
If the eldest lady knows, she will be very happy.
That time the uncle didn't come back all night, everyone thought that the uncle had run away, and the young lady didn't respond on the surface, but that night, like Xiaohuan, she didn't sleep all night...
The lady will be shocked when she sees my uncle's poems... The little maid thought in her heart...
After all, he didn't waste time in vain, and Li Yi's mood improved a bit. When he was about to leave with Xiaohuan, he saw Zeng Zuimo standing there, paused slightly, and after a little thought, walked over there .
Zeng Zuimo watched him approaching, his expression froze slightly, and he subconsciously asked, "What are you going to do?"
Li Yi cupped his hands to her, and said, "Miss Zuimo, I didn't intend to offend you for what happened that day. I just mistook the girl for a friend of mine. If you disturb the girl, I hope the girl will not blame you."
Just now because of his mood, Li Yi's attitude towards Zeng Zuimo was not so friendly, but after all, it was his own fault. In this era, holding a woman's little hand is already a serious offense. The other party scolded him for being a disciple , is also extenuating.
Of course, these two sentences said at this time are not asking for forgiveness, but just expressing an attitude.
After all, everyone has stood on the same front and fought together...
A mistake is a mistake, even if we won'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 was slightly taken aback.
He would actually apologize to himself, which Zeng Zuimo never thought of.
After going through what happened just now, Zeng Zuimo knew very well that although this scholar is unreasonable, his talent is frighteningly high, at least much higher than that of Su Wentian and others, perhaps not inferior to that of Yang Yanzhou Shen Zhao, Which of these talented people with deep chests is not arrogant? How could he bow his head and admit his mistake to a woman in public
But she has also seen many scenes. After being surprised in her heart, the expression on Qiao's face quickly returned to normal, and she slightly bowed to Li Yi and said, "Since the young master didn't do it on purpose, there is no need to mention this matter 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.
I thought that the other party would scold him a few more times as before, and Li Yi was already mentally prepared for this, but she didn't expect her to return the salute, obviously not intending to care about it anymore.
"I don't know if you will participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting tomorrow?" At this moment, Zhao Yunrou walked over and asked Li Yidao with a smile.
From Zhao Yunrou's point of view, with the talent and learning he showed today, if he can participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival, he will shine brilliantly. At that time, he will overshadow Shen Zhao of Yang Yanzhou and win the reputation of the first talented person in Qing'an Prefecture. Not impossible.
"To tell you the truth, Miss Zhao, I'm really not interested in that poetry meeting." Li Yi smiled, then cupped his hands to everyone, and said: "It's getting late, if there is nothing else, I will leave first. "
Hearing the first half of his sentence, the women of Yunying Poetry Club were all stunned. The poetry club they dreamed of participating in seemed nothing worth mentioning to the other party...
At this time, Wan Ruoqing couldn't help but see the image of him casually throwing Su Wentian's words aside again in Wan Ruoqing's mind, and he suddenly felt a little relieved.
"This young man acts differently from ordinary talented people. I'm afraid he is also a man of noble temperament and doesn't care about those false names... Besides, with his poetic talent, he doesn't have to compete with others..."
Thinking of this in her heart, she suddenly seemed to remember something, her pretty face changed slightly, and when she turned her head to look, the figure of the scholar and the little maid had disappeared at the door.
"Just now I was only thinking about poetry, but I forgot to ask the young master's name!"
With a soft cry in her mouth, she hurriedly chased him out.
A moment later, Wan Ruoqing stood on the street, looked at the bustling crowd, and sighed leisurely, turned around and walked back.