"What's going on up there?"

When several women stepped forward to ask, the older woman had already handed over the paper raft, sighed and said, "This poem was written by Su Wentian just now, let's take a look." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

A woman took the paper raft from his hand, and the next moment, she read it out.

Although the rest of the people are women, they are also known as talented women in this Qing'an Mansion City, and after only listening to a few words, they can hear that the level of this poem is far above ordinary people.

"What's the matter, is this word well written?"

Zeng Zuimmo's attainments in poetry are not deep, unless it is a hand-me-down that ordinary people can distinguish like "Queqiao Immortal", and there is no discrimination for ordinary poetry.

"Su Wentian's words in the Mid-Autumn Festival are really much better than Fangzhou." When the woman finished reading the words, a complicated look appeared on Qing Qiao's face, and she spoke slowly.

She listened to this poem once, and she could judge the approximate level, she also heard the Mid-Autumn Festival words made by Su Wentian last year, but she didn't expect that this year it would go to a higher level, and I am afraid that it will shine at the poetry meeting tomorrow night.

"Sister Ruoqing, can your words be better than Su Wentian's?" Zeng Zuimo looked at her and asked.

She was extremely concerned about that.

Today's victory or defeat of the Yunying Poetry Society is related to whether they are qualified to participate in the real Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting tomorrow......

"I didn't expect that Su Wentian already had such attainments in the Mid-Autumn Festival, I'm afraid it's not as good." Wan Ruoqing shook her head and said with a wry smile.

"With this poem, Su Wentian has already won today's competition." The older woman of the Yunying Poetry Society also sighed and said.

Although I don't want to admit it, from ancient times to the present, in the way of poetry, they women have always been inferior to those men.

Zeng was drunk and ink, and there was a disappointed expression on his pretty face.

If the Yunying Poetry Society can't win, she is not qualified to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club, and she naturally has no chance of meeting the talented man named "Li Yi".

These days, the question of that kind of novel painting in my heart can only be filled in my own heart.

The man seemed to appear out of thin air and disappeared quietly, no matter how others searched, they couldn't find any news related to him, and Zeng Zuimo could only put all his hopes on tomorrow's poetry meeting...... With his talent and learning, he should not be absent from the poetry meeting of that specification.

Knowing what she was thinking in her heart, Ruoqing turned her head to look at her and said, "Even if we can participate in tomorrow's poetry meeting, we may not meet the person we want to see." ”

As Ruoqing said, Zeng Zuimo also understands everything, but this is always a hope, if he loses today, there will be no such hope......

Turning her head in disappointment, she happened to see the scholar holding a paper raft in her hand, and after looking at it, the corners of her mouth pulled an arc, and the expression she had seen before appeared on her face again.

This expression is a little similar to when she sees the paintings of those who are not skilled in drawing.

He threw the paper raft on the table, said a word to the little maid, and the two walked in the direction of the door.

Gritting her teeth, she walked over to where the scholar had been, picked up the paper raft he had thrown away, and looked away.

What was written on this raft was Su Wentian's poem that was praised by everyone.

For a moment, the expression on Zeng Drunken Moqiao's face became very complicated, but it quickly turned into firmness and chased after the scholar's back.

"Drunken Ink ......"

Wanruqing called her from behind, and seeing that she didn't seem to hear it, doubts appeared on her pretty face, put down Su Wentian's poem, and followed.

"Drunken Ink Girl......"

On the way, a man gave up his hand to her, Zeng Zuimo didn't pay attention, and when he walked quickly, the man's smile froze on his face, and his eyes looked in the direction of her back, and the scholar and the maid had already walked to the door.

If he had known that this poetry would not allow outsiders to participate, Li Yi would not have wasted so much time here, tasted all the melons and fruit pastries inside, and planned to go back with Xiaohuan.

"Wait!"

As he walked to the door, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

Li Yi looked back and found that the woman who called him a disciple walked quickly towards this side.

"This woman, endlessly!"

Li Yi frowned slightly, subconsciously thinking that this woman was coming to find trouble.

"Xiaohuan, let's go."

Manly man, don't fight with this woman with an abnormal head, Li Yi took Xiaohuan's hand and was about to leave, Zeng Zuimo ran a few steps and blocked in front of them.

Xiaohuan looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, a vigilant expression appeared on his little face, and he couldn't help but get closer to Li Yi's side.

"What do you want to do?" Li Yi looked at her and frowned and asked, obviously a little unhappy in his heart.

"As long as you do me a favor, our previous grievances can be written off." Zeng Zuimo looked directly into Li Yi's eyes, gritted his teeth and said.

"No."

Li Yi said lightly, holding Xiaohuan's hand and planning to leave.

What grievances are written off, he really doesn't care, whether the two of them can see each other again in the future is still a matter of saying, why should he bother himself.

What's more, the thing that can make this woman pull down her face and ask for her help is not simple, he is not familiar with the other party, strictly speaking, there are some small grievances, why help her?

"You...... You stop! ”

Zeng Zuimo stretched out his hand and pointed at him, his silver teeth were about to be crushed, whether it was before or now, which man was not polite when he saw her, how could he have been so ignored?

Why doesn't this guy have the bearing of a scholar?

But when he thought that he could say those four words in front of so many people, he had no bearing at all.

She had never been so snubbed, she only felt extremely aggrieved in her heart, tears rolled in her eyes again, and she endured it to prevent it from falling.

"Childe stays."

Li Yi and Xiaohuan had already walked out of the door, and a soft voice came from behind them again.

His footsteps paused, and he looked back at the gentle woman walking this way, and finally did not turn around and leave directly as he did just now.

Take other people's soft hands and eat other people's short mouths, just now Tian Tian asked for two pastries where she was, of course she can't be too ruthless in front of others at this moment.

The woman named Wan Ruoqing walked over, first gave a salute to Li Yiyi, and then said apologetically: "Drunk ink is stubborn, if there is something that offends the son, Ruoqing has made amends to the son here, please don't blame the son." ”

Li Yi looked at this Wan girl, and then at Zeng Zuimo, who was still staring at him with a pair of big eyes, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the same woman, why is the difference in personality so big?

The little maid stood beside him, and a thick bitter color appeared on her pretty face.

She can't deal with a beautiful sister anymore, and now there is another ......

Miss, Second Miss, where are you, Xiaohuan can't stand his uncle anymore......