Happy Little Scholar

Although this "Niannujiao" is not Liu Yong's pinnacle work, "you can sing Liu lyrics wherever there is well water." Liu Sanbian's talent is not in vain. If you take it out casually, it will not be like a cat or a dog. Comparable.

I don't know how good Su Wentian's literary talents are, but he still has some self-awareness, which can be regarded as an advantage.

After Su Wentian left, everyone in Dongli Poetry Society also left in despair, including some people close to Su Wentian, who had no shame in staying here anymore.

After all, Su Wentian was really too arrogant just now. Unfortunately, he climbed too high and fell more painfully. Not only did Dongli Poetry Club lose the qualification to participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival, Su Wentian himself may not be good among many talented people in the future. Got a foothold.

"If it weren't for the young master today, I'm afraid we would be the ones who left just now." The president of the Yunying Poetry Society, a woman named Zhao Yunrou, brought up a tray covered with red cloth, bowed slightly and said, "This This hundred taels of silver is originally intended to be given to Kui today. Please accept it, please don’t refuse.”

"Thank you, Miss Zhao. You're welcome." Li Yi smiled and took the tray from Zhao Yunrou's hand, the smile on his face getting brighter.

He really has nothing to refuse. This one hundred taels of silver was originally his ultimate goal when he came here. If there was no Yunying Poetry Society, he would not get any money no matter how good his poems were. Likewise, Without him, Yunying Poetry Club would not have had the last laugh and obtained the qualification to participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival. Everyone gets what they need, and no one is welcome...

Poetry gatherings like this should be held more often. Isn’t it easier to just throw away the poems, take the money and run away than to run through the streets exhaustingly carrying candied haws on your back?

Of course, Li Yi just thought about it in his heart. Such good things cannot happen every day, so it is more reliable to engage in industry honestly.

After all, industry makes a country prosperous!

"Xiao Huan, take the silver and let's go home." He wrapped the silver in the red cloth, stuffed it into the little maid's arms, rubbed her head and said.

One hundred taels of silver weighs only seven or eight kilograms, which is not too heavy for a little maid.

Xiaohuan had already experienced his uncle's ability to make money, and was no longer surprised by it. He held the money in his arms with a smile on his face.

In addition to the money in her arms, the little maid also held two folded paper rafts tightly in her hands, with two poems written by her uncle written on them.

Xiaohuan was illiterate and couldn't remember the two poems. When those people passed them around to each other just now, the little maid secretly kept two of them and planned to take them home to show the young lady and the second young lady.

The sister just now said that the lyrics written by my uncle were about separation and separation, and that he was missing his beloved. Could it be that he was talking about the young lady?

If the eldest lady knows, she will definitely be very happy.

That time my uncle didn't come back all night, and everyone thought he had run away. The young lady didn't react on the surface, but that night, like Xiaohuan, she didn't sleep all night...

The young lady will be shocked when she sees her uncle's poems... The little maid thought in her heart...

Finally, time was not wasted, and Li Yi was in a better mood. When he was about to leave with Xiaohuan, he saw Zeng Zuimo standing there, paused slightly, and after thinking for a moment, walked over there. .

Zeng Zuimo looked at him walking over, his expression turned slightly cold, and he subconsciously asked, "What are you going to do?"

Li Yi cupped his hands to her and said, "Miss Zui Mo, I don't mean to offend you about what happened that day. I just mistook the girl for one of my friends. If I disturbed the girl, I hope she won't blame her."

Because of his mood just now, Li Yi's attitude towards Zeng Zuimo was not so friendly, but after all, it was his fault. In this era, holding a woman's little hand was already a serious offense, and the other party called him a "disciple" , which is also excusable.

Of course, these two sentences spoken at this time were not asking for forgiveness, but just expressing an attitude.

After all, everyone has once stood on the same front and fought together...

If you are wrong, you are wrong. Even if you don'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's expression was slightly startled.

Zeng Zuimo had never thought that he would actually apologize to himself.

After what happened just now, Zeng Zuimo already knew very well that although this scholar was unreasonable, his talent was frighteningly high. At least he was much higher than Su Wentian and his like, and perhaps not inferior to Yang Yanzhou and Shen Zhao. Which of these talented people with deep pockets is not arrogant and arrogant? In public, he would actually bow his head and admit his mistake to a woman?

But she had also seen many scenes. After being surprised in her heart, the expression on her pretty face quickly returned to normal. She leaned slightly to Li Yi and said, "Since the young master didn't mean it, there is no need to mention it again 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.

He originally thought that the other party would scold him as a bastard again as before, and Li Yi was already mentally prepared for this. Unexpectedly, she actually bowed and returned the favor, obviously not intending to care about it anymore.

"I wonder if the young master will participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition tomorrow?" At this time, Zhao Yunrou came over and asked Li Yidao with a smile.

In Zhao Yunrou's opinion, with the talent he showed today, if he could participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival, he would surely shine, and it would not be impossible for him to surpass Yang Yanzhou and Shen Zhao and win the title of the first talent in Qing'an Prefecture.

"To be honest with Miss Zhao, I really have no interest in the poetry festival." Li Yi smiled, then bowed to everyone and said, "It's getting late. If there is nothing else, I will take my leave first."

Hearing the first half of his words, the women of Yunying Poetry Society were stunned. The poetry festival they dreamed of participating in seemed not worth mentioning in the eyes of the other party...

At this time, Wan Ruoqing couldn't help but think of the scene of him throwing Su Wentian's poem aside casually, and he suddenly felt relieved.

"This young man behaves differently from ordinary talented people. I'm afraid he is also a man of noble character and doesn't care about those false reputations... Besides, with his poetic talent, he doesn't need to compete with others for anything..."

She thought so in her heart, and suddenly seemed to remember something. Her pretty face changed slightly. When she turned her head and looked, the figures of the scholar and the little maid had disappeared at the door.

"I forgot to ask the young man's name!"

She exclaimed softly and hurriedly chased after him.

A moment later, Wan Ruoqing stood on the street, looking at the bustling and endless crowd, sighed leisurely, turned around and walked back.

[ps: Some people don't like to copy poems, some people don't like to pretend to be slapped in the face, but the author has to face most of the readers, and it is impossible to change anything for a few people. I can only try to write these plots unconventionally. If you encounter plots you don't like, just skip them. 】