"The Beauty ...... of a Gentleman as an Adult"

Zeng Zuimo turned his head to look at Li Yi, no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't associate the word "gentleman" with the scholar in front of him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

After all, there is no gentleman who opens and closes his mouth like "your mother......

But anyway...... He finally agreed.

However, when he thought of begging him just now, the other party refused directly without even thinking about it, but in the case of Ruoqing's sister, he agreed so quickly and simply, his heart couldn't help but gush with inexplicable sourness, and his eyes looking at Li Yi also became resentful and resentful.

"Thank you, Childe!" Seeing Li Yi agree, a happy color appeared on Qing Qiao's face.

"Don't worry, I have one more condition." Li Yi spoke again.

"On what terms?"

Zeng Zuimo looked at him, his eyes suddenly became vigilant, although she was born in a Qinglou, but she was a Qing man who did not sell her body, if Li Yi made any excessive requests, she would not ask him to compose poems, and she would not agree.

Li Yi skimmed Zeng Zuimo, who was obviously amorous, and ignored her, turned his head to look at Wan Ruoqing and asked, "What Miss Ruoqing wants is just to win today's competition, so that she can participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting, right?" ”

Wan Ruoqing nodded, but she didn't understand what Li Yi meant.

At this time, Li Yi looked at her and said, "I heard that the poetry club that wins today will be rewarded with one hundred taels of silver, and I don't want anything else, just this one hundred taels of silver." ”

Help is help, and the benefits that should be asked for are still needed.

The women of the Yunying Poetry Society and Wan Ruoqing are qualified to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting, Li Yi wants the one hundred taels of silver, and everyone takes what they need, which is a win-win situation.

When Ruoqing heard this, the expression on her pretty face was stunned, and she seemed to be a little stunned, and she glanced up at Li Yi before she nodded and said, "It should be so." ”

Although one hundred taels of silver is not a small amount for them, the focus they care about is not here, it is just an incidental product to win the competition, if they lose the competition, they will not even be qualified to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, let alone the reward of one hundred taels of silver.

With this decision, she didn't need to ask the women for their opinions, she could help them with their ideas.

"Hmph, Scrooge, it's almost in the eyes of money!" Zeng Zuimo secretly cursed in his heart, and his contempt for Li Yi in his heart was undoubtedly revealed.

The terms had been agreed, and the three of them turned back and walked back into the hall.

Along the way, Ruoqing walked beside Li Yi, talking to him, a little further back, Zeng Zuimo looked up and glared at Li Yi from time to time, if her eyes were knives, Li Yi would have been cut by a thousand knives now.

The little maid followed behind a few people, looked at Li Yi for a while, and secretly glanced at Wan Ruoqing and Zeng Zuimo for a while, still a little apprehensive in her heart.

Upstairs, a few people glanced down, and after a stunned expression, they spoke with some doubts.

"Who is the person who is with Miss Wan and the drunken ink girl, it looks so raw......"

"I'm afraid it's Miss Wan's friend, I just saw him with the people of the Yunying Poetry Society."

"It's him! How could Miss Wan make friends with such a vulgar person? ”

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Among these people, there are those who don't know Li Yi, and they are surprised at this moment, Wanruoqing and Zeng Zuimo are so close to a man, and they are even more shocked when they saw him scolding Su Wentian away just now, how did this person get together with Wan Ruoqing, a famous talented woman in Qing'an Mansion, and Zeng Zuimo, the top Qingqi person in the Jade Courtyard?

Such vulgar people, Sven scum, they don't have the heart to make friends.

Could it be that those two girls like this tune?

At this time, several women from the Yunying Poetry Society gathered in a corner, and the table in front of them was full of good words that had been circulated by everyone, even if they were unwilling, they had to admit that they were far inferior to those men in poetry.

"Could it be that we are destined to miss the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting?" A woman said unwillingly.

The women sighed and fell silent.

At this moment, Wan Ruoqing and Li Yi walked over to this side.

"I'll leave everything to Childe." Wan Ruoqing gave Li Yi a salute and said with a serious expression.

"Ruoqing, this is ......"

Seeing the scholar just now again, a look of doubt appeared on the faces of the women, and when the older woman stepped forward to ask, Li Yi had already picked up the pen.

Dipping it in ink, he was about to pick up the pen to write, as if he remembered something, he glanced back at Wan Ruoqing, handed the pen to her, and said, "I'll read it, Ruoqing girl write." ”

Wan Ruoqing naturally didn't know if Li Yi was afraid that his words would be too ugly and funny, and thought to herself that this son was thoughtful, since this was a work on behalf of the Yunying Poetry Society, he naturally had to write it himself.

She took the pen from Li Yi's hand, and in the slightly puzzled eyes of several women, Li Yi had already spoken.

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date."

"It's poetry!?"

Several women snorted softly, their eyes full of surprise, but they didn't understand what was going on at the moment.

"This guy, can you really do it?" Zeng Zuimo looked at her, and there was still some uncertainty in his heart.

After all, she was just guessing just now, in case this scholar is just a crazy student with no talent and arrogance, wouldn't everything she did just now be in vain?

"Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadow becomes a three-person ......"

It was also at this time that Li Yi's second line of poetry had been read.

Suddenly, several women with literary brilliance looked stunned, and the next moment their faces changed.

Seeing that their faces had become very solemn, Zeng Zuimo was startled, and then looked at Li Yi, and a thought of disbelief rose in his heart.

"Could it be that the poems he wrote are really powerful?"

"The moon does not drink, and the shadow disciples follow me.

Temporarily accompanied by the shadow of the moon, the joy must be and the spring ......"

Li Yi's voice continued, and beside him, it was as if Qing was writing with a pen, and rows of neat and beautiful hairpins appeared on the paper.

"I am wandering in the song moon, and I am dancing in a mess.

When you wake up, you are **** drunk and scattered.

Eternal knot ruthless travel, phase Miao Yunhan. ”

As if Qing had the last word to put pen to paper, Li Yi spoke again: "This poem is called "Drinking Alone Under the Moon". ”

Zeng Zuimo stood to the side in a daze, and saw that the eyes of several people around him seemed to be absorbed by the poems on the paper, and he didn't move away for a long time, and when he turned his head to look at the scholar with a calm face, his expression began to change a little.

After a while, several women from the Yunying Poetry Society moved away from the paper and glanced at each other, an indescribable light appeared on their faces.

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"Congratulations Brother Su!"

"Brother Su is so literate, I admire him!"

"With Brother Su's words, I think I will be able to shine at the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting tomorrow, so I congratulated Brother Su in advance......"

"Where, there, you have praised ......"

Somewhere upstairs, Su Wentian was receiving praise from everyone, and kept returning the salute, forgetting the unhappiness that had happened just now, and the whole person was a little fluttering.

Since the Qixi Poetry Conference a month ago, he was suppressed by the Bailu Poetry Society, and it was only now that he finally pulled back a game and returned to the peak of his life.

"Brother Su's poem, it's really amazing that I waited, and when I stay until tomorrow, I'm afraid I can compare it with Yang Yanzhou and Shen Zhao, and divide it into a superior." Opposite Su Wentian, a young man in a Confucian shirt said with a smile.

"Brother Xu is too exaggerated, Su is still a little self-aware, many talents in Qing'an Mansion are proficient in poetry, and I am afraid that I dare not say that they are better than these two." When Su Wentian heard this, he shook his head and said.

The young Confucian smiled and was about to speak, when a paper raft came from one side, and his eyes swept casually...... I couldn't take my eyes off it anymore.