Chapter Seventy-One: The Beauty of Adulthood
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The woman in front of her spoke, her voice was so soft, giving people a feeling like a spring breeze, Li Yi bowed to her and said with a smile.
"I didn't take anything to heart, but I took it to heart!" Zeng Zuimo watched this scholar speak coldly to himself, but when he saw Sister Ruoqing, he smiled at each other, his heart was extremely sour, and he couldn't wait to pounce on him and bite him twice, but he finally restrained this impulse.
"If the son doesn't dislike it, just call the little girl Ruoqing." Wanruqing 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 drunk with ink and beautiful eyes, and he almost couldn't suppress the impulse in his heart.
Although Li Yi didn't say it explicitly, she understood his eyes.
The meaning of that look ------ look at how gentle and polite people are, and how likable they are, and then look at yourself, who are also women, don't you feel ashamed?
Li Yi nodded, and then said, "If Miss Ruoqing has nothing else to do, she will leave first." ā
The beautiful woman on the opposite side seemed to hesitate, pondered for a moment, and then said: "I can't hide it, there is really one thing right now, I want to ask my son for help." ā
The expression on Li Yi's face was stunned, and he obviously didn't expect Wanruoqing to say such a thing.
What he said just now was just a polite gesture, the meaning of farewell was already obvious, and normal people should wave goodbye, this Ruoqing girl, why don't you play according to the routine?
"Girl, but it doesn't hurt to say." Although Li Yi was curious, he said with a smile on his face.
For this Ruoqing girl, he still has a good impression in his heart.
What should a woman look like in ancient times, Li Yi has also imagined countless times in his heart, virtuous and virtuous, suitable for room and IKEA, elegant and elegant......
No matter what kind of imagination you have, it certainly won't include smashing a solid wooden table with your bare hands, cutting off an arm-thick tree trunk with a sword, and scolding others with a shrew's finger and scolding "Dengzi" like a shrew...... However, when he really came to this world, Li Yi found that there was still a big gap between the truth and what he imagined.
It wasn't until I met Wan Ruoqing that the image of an ancient woman in my heart suddenly became clear......
It was like a woman who had traveled through a thousand years and walked out of the painting, smiling and saluting him, and a soft voice came.
"The little woman has seen the ...... of the child"
This is the style of painting that ancient women should have in Li Yi's mind.
For this reason alone, Li Yi will also listen to what she wants to say.
What's more, he ate someone else's thing just now, and he refused directly without waiting for them to finish speaking, Li Yi was really embarrassed to do this kind of thing.
"Ruoqing knows that this move is a bit presumptuous, but I don't know if the son can make a Mid-Autumn Festival poem for my Yunying Poetry Club, and the little woman is grateful." Wan Ruoqing looked up at him and said.
"Mid-Autumn Season?"
Li Yi was stunned for a moment, just like Qing's request, it was really a little unexpected for him.
If she wants someone to compose lyrics, she should also go to those famous talents in Qing'an Mansion, she is a nobody, why did she find herself?
Zeng Zuimo on the side was also slightly stunned when he heard this, could it be that Sister Ruoqing also saw that this scholar was unusual just now?
Wan Ruoqing nodded, and then quietly waited for him to answer.
Just now, when everyone was appreciating Su Wentian's poems, only this scholar was talking and laughing with the little girl, and when Ruoqing walked past him, he happened to see him throw the paper raft with Su Wentian's poems aside, and discarded it like a shoe, and faintly heard him whisper "Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a three-person ......", and there was no more follow-up.
When this sentence entered my ears, a very clear picture appeared in my mind, 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 seems that Qing's attainments in poetry have entered the room, and with just one sentence of residual poetry, it can be seen that this scholar not only acts in a unique style, but also in terms of poetic talent, I am afraid that Su Wentian's generation is far from being able to reach it.
It's just that with her temperament, she won't take the initiative to ask for someone, and if she loses, she loses, she only blames her for not having enough literary talent, until Zeng Zuimo ran out just now, and she heard her talking to the scholar in the back, only to realize that Zuimi Mo also saw something, and after thinking about it, she still put forward this reluctant request.
After all, tomorrow's poetry meeting is not just what Zeng Zuimo expected......
The Qixi Poetry Meeting a month ago, the prayer lantern that fell from the sky, was picked up by her own hands, and the poem "Queqiao Immortal" written on it was also spread by her own hands, and even until now, there are many people who think that the word is from her hand at all.
These days, in the eyes of everyone, there has been an inextricable connection between her and the song "Queqiao Immortal".
But Wan Ruoqing knew that she would not be able to do that kind of lyrics in her life, and she had the same reverence and envy for the talented man named Li Yi in her heart as many women.
If you can see each other, you can have a wish in life.
"Is the girl here to participate in tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Festival poetry party?" Li Yi looked at her and asked suspiciously.
Wan Ruoqing smiled and said: "It's not a secret, the reason why Yunying Poetry Society wants to win today's competition is because there are people we want to see in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting tomorrow." ā
Seeing that Wan Ruoqing's beautiful face actually revealed the color of fans' worship of idols, Li Yi was extremely surprised.
Could it be that Ruoqing, Zeng Zuimo and the women of the Yunying Poetry Club all went to the poetry meeting to meet a famous talent?
Thinking of this possibility, Li Yi suddenly felt a strong sense of envy for the unknown guy in his heart.
Needless to say, Wan Ruoqing is so beautiful, has a good personality, and seems to be very literate, as for the Zeng Zuimo, although the personality is bad, but in terms of appearance and figure, it does not belong to Wan Ruoqing at all, and then count those women from the Yunying Poetry Society......
In these years, the talented man is so popular?
Even these talented girls are fascinated, and I don't know how many ignorant girls are also fans of that guy.
Li Yi has always thought that the profession of pressing the village is already very promising, and there are sisters in the family who are beautiful and fragrant, and they can still lead the beautiful little maid around if they have nothing to do......
But now compared with others, Li Yi suddenly felt that this was simply the difference between heaven and earth.
"Alas, the sky has no eyes! Isn't it just that he can chant a few broken poems, what's so great, even a woman like Wan Ruoqing can't help but like him......" Li Yi sighed in his heart, with an extremely regretful expression on his face.
In the eyes of Zeng Zuimo and Wan Ruoqing, this is naturally a precursor to refusal.
"Forget it, Sister Ruoqing, let's go, don't ask for this apprentice!" Zeng Zui Mo raised his eyebrows, glared at Li Yi fiercely, didn't want to be angry with him anymore, and took Wan Ruoqing's hand and was about to leave.
A look of disappointment also appeared on Ruoqing's pretty face, but there was no surprise, she had never met each other, and it was indeed a bit too much for her to make such a request.
It was also when she and Zeng Zuimo were about to leave that the scholar's voice finally came.
"The beauty of a gentleman's adulthood, since tomorrow's poetry meeting has extraordinary significance for Miss Ruoqing, how can you refuse it?"