Happy Little Scholar

"Miss Wan is too polite. I don't take this matter to heart. Tian Lai Xiao said"

The woman in front of him spoke with a soft voice, giving people a feeling of spring breeze. Li Yi bowed his hand to her and said with a smile.

"You don't take anything to heart, but you do take it to heart!" Zeng Zuimo watched the scholar speak coldly to him, and smiled at sister Ruoqing when he saw him. His heart was so sad that he wanted to pounce on him and bite him twice, but he finally restrained himself. Got this impulse.

"If you don't mind me, young master, just call me Ruoqing." Wan Ruoqing looked up at him and said with a smile.

Li Yi glanced at Zeng Zuimo again and gave her a meaningful look.

"you……"

Zeng was so drunk that her beautiful eyes were spitting fire, but she almost couldn't suppress the impulse in her heart.

Although Li Yi didn't say it clearly, she could understand the look in his eyes.

The meaning of that look is ------ look at how gentle, polite, and lovable someone else is, and then look at yourself, who is also a woman, don't you feel ashamed?

Li Yi nodded, and then said: "If Miss Ruoqing has nothing else to do, I will leave first."

The beautiful woman opposite seemed to hesitate, and after thinking for a moment, she said, "To be honest, I really have something to do right now, and I want to ask the young master for help."

The expression on Li Yi's face was startled, and he obviously didn't expect Wan Ruoqing to say such a thing.

What he said just now was just a polite gesture, and his intention to say goodbye was already obvious. A normal person would have waved goodbye. Why didn't this Ruoqing girl follow the routine?

"Girl, it's okay to say it." Although Li Yi was curious, he still said with a smile on his face.

He still had a good impression of this girl Ruoqing.

Li Yi had imagined countless times in his mind what a woman should be like in ancient times: virtuous and virtuous, with a suitable home and a comfortable home, elegant and graceful...

No matter what kind of imagination he had, of course it would not include smashing a solid wooden table with his bare hands, cutting off a tree trunk as thick as an arm with a sword, pointing at others like a shrew and scolding others as "disciples"... However, in this world, Li Yicai actually There is still a big gap between the reality and what I imagined.

It wasn't until I met Wan Ruoqing that the image of an ancient woman in my mind suddenly became clear...

It was as if the woman who had traveled through a thousand years had walked out of the painting, bowed to him with a smile, and heard a soft voice.

"The young lady has met the young master..."

This is the style of painting that Li Yi thinks ancient women should have.

For this reason alone, Li Yi would also listen to what she wanted to say.

What's more, after eating someone else's food just now, Li Yi was really embarrassed to refuse it before he finished speaking.

"Ruo Qing knows that this is a bit presumptuous, but I wonder if the young master can write a Mid-Autumn Festival poem for our Yunying Poetry Club. I would be very grateful." Wan Ruoqing looked up at him and said.

"Mid-Autumn Festival poem?"

Li Yi was stunned for a moment. Wan Ruoqing's request was really beyond his expectation.

When she wanted someone to write lyrics, she should have gone to those famous talents from Qing'an Prefecture. She was a nobody, so why did she choose to write lyrics for her?

Zeng Zuimo on the side was also slightly startled when he heard this. Could it be that sister Ruoqing also noticed that this scholar was unusual just now?

Wan Ruoqing nodded, then quietly waited for his answer.

When everyone was commenting on Su Wentian's poems just now, the scholar was the only one joking with the little maid. When Wan Ruoqing passed by him, he happened to see him throwing aside the paper raft with Su Wentian's poems written on it. Like worn shoes, I faintly heard him whisper, "Raise your glass to the bright moon, face the shadows and form three people...", and then there was no more words.

When this sentence hit my ears, a very clear picture appeared in my mind. I was drinking alone under the moon, facing only the bright moon and my own shadow...

With just this sentence, the artistic conception has been laid out.

It is as if Qing's attainments in poetry have already entered the palace. With just one sentence of a poem, it can be seen that this scholar is not only unique in his behavior, but also in terms of poetic talent, he is probably far behind Su Wentian's generation.

But because of her temperament, she would not take the initiative to ask for help. If she loses, she loses. It is only because of her lack of literary talent. It was not until Zeng Zuimo ran out just now and she heard her talking to the scholar from behind that she realized that Zui Mo It turned out that I also noticed something, and after thinking about it, I still made this unkind request.

After all, tomorrow's poetry meeting is not just what Zeng Zuimo expected...

At the Chinese Valentine's Day Poetry Festival a month ago, she picked up the lantern that fell from the sky with her own hands, and she also spread the word "Magpie Bridge Immortal" written on it with her own hands. Even now, many people still think that the word "Magpie Bridge Immortal" has no meaning at all. It was made by her.

These days, in the eyes of everyone, there has been an unclear connection between her and the "Magpie Bridge Immortal".

But Wan Ruoqing knew that she would never be able to write such a poem in her lifetime. In her heart, she had the same respect and envy for the talented man named Li Yi as many women.

If we can meet him once, we can fulfill a wish in life.

"Is the girl here to participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival tomorrow?" Li Yi looked at her and asked doubtfully.

Wan Ruoqing smiled and said, "To be honest, the reason why Yunying Poetry Society wants to win today's competition is because there is someone we want to meet at tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival."

Li Yi was extremely surprised when he saw Wan Ruoqing's beautiful face showing the look of idol worship from fans.

Could it be that Wan Ruoqing, Zeng Zuimo, and the women of Yunying Poetry Club all went to the poetry club to meet a famous talent?

Thinking of this possibility, Li Yi suddenly felt a strong envy for the unknown guy.

Needless to say, Wan Ruoqing is so beautiful, has a good personality, and seems to be very talented. As for Zeng Zuimo, although his personality is bad, his appearance and figure are completely different from Wan Ruoqing. Count the women of Yunying Poetry Club...

These days, talented men are so popular?

Even these talented women are fascinated. I wonder how many ignorant girls are also fans of that guy.

Li Yi has always thought that the profession of the chief lord is very promising. There are beautiful sisters at home, and he can take beautiful maids to go around when he is free...

But now compared with him, Li Yi suddenly felt that this is simply a difference between heaven and earth.

"Alas, the heavens are blind! Isn't it just a few broken poems? What's so great about that? Even a woman like Wan Ruoqing can't help liking him..." Li Yi sighed in his heart, and his face showed an extremely regretful expression.

In the eyes of Zeng Zuimo and Wan Ruoqing, this was naturally a sign of refusal.

"Forget it, Sister Ruoqing, let's go, don't ask this lecher!" Zeng Zuimo raised his eyebrows and glared at Li Yi fiercely. Not wanting to be angry with him anymore, he pulled Wan Ruoqing's hand and was about to leave.

Wan Ruoqing's pretty face also showed disappointment, but it was not surprising. They had never met before, and she made such a request, which was indeed a bit too much.

Just when she and Zeng Zuimo were about to leave, the voice of the scholar finally came.

"A gentleman helps others to achieve their goals. Since tomorrow's poetry meeting has extraordinary significance for Miss Ruoqing, how can I refuse?"