At this moment, even the matter of the one hundred taels of silver was temporarily left behind by Li Yi. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

To make such an oolong, you can't blame others, you can only blame yourself for not being able to control this broken mouth.

In his previous life, Li Yi was a small foodie, with a great pursuit of appetite, and he ate all kinds of famous snacks, and after coming here, in the case of extreme lack of food compared with later generations, he finally came across a pastry that could arouse his appetite, and a foodie's heart began to be a little uncontrollable.

And then ...... It's a shame......

Encountering this kind of embarrassing thing, Li Yi's eyes were already embarrassed to look over there again, and those women, after experiencing this small episode, finally put away their curiosity from Li Yi's body, and talked quietly in the small area that belonged to them.

After all, today's small poetry meeting with the nature of a competition is what they need to pay attention to now.

Because today's victory or defeat is directly related to whether they are qualified to participate in tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference, for many talented literati in Qing'an Mansion, this is a recognition of strength and status, although they are women, but they also want to compete with those men.

"Today we have Ruoqing here, and the rest of the poetry societies are not to be worried, but the two poetry societies of Dongli and Bailu should not be underestimated, Su Wentian and Fangzhou are extremely good at Mid-Autumn Festival words, and we have to be careful." An older woman looked at the two poetry clubs opposite and said in a slightly serious tone.

"Su Wentian is okay, but the poetry of that Fangzhou is extraordinary, the words made by Qixi Festival a month ago have entered the top ten, if it weren't for Sister Ruoqing, then he would have won the first place in the poetry meeting." Another melon-faced girl spoke.

She smiled and said, "What does this have to do with me?" ”

"Why doesn't it matter?" The girl laughed and argued: "If it weren't for Sister Ruoqing taking out the song "Queqiao Immortal", wouldn't the leader be taken by the surnamed Fang?" ”

The girl's words ...... "Queqiao Immortal" seemed to make Wan Ruoqing fall into some kind of memory, and regret appeared on her pretty face.

"Su Wentian should not be underestimated." The older woman looked at the girl, shook her head and said: "If you want to talk about Qixi words, Su Wentian may not be as good as Shangzhou, but the style of Qixi and Mid-Autumn Festival is very different, Fangzhou's good Qixi words may not be better in Mid-Autumn Festival words, and he lost to Su Wentian in last year's Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting." ”

"Hehe, what are you afraid of, we have Sister Ruoqing!" The girl said disapprerovingly: "Sister Ruoqing, go and see if there are any prayer lanterns falling outside, maybe you can pick up a Mid-Autumn Festival song that scares them to death!" ”

All the women smiled helplessly when they heard this, this level of lyrics is enough to be passed down through the ages, how can it be said that you can pick it up?

At this time, as if she remembered something, the girl suddenly said: "You say, will the talented man who made "Queqiao Immortal" also participate in tomorrow's poetry meeting?" ”

As soon as the girl said this, a bright light suddenly flashed in Ruoqing's eyes.

"I'm afraid not."

The elderly woman shook her head and said: "As soon as "Queqiao Immortal" came out, there were no Qixi words, and the first genius of Qing'an Mansion, who had always been good at Qixi words, angrily tore up the words he had made, and said that he would never make Qixi words again in this life, after that night, I don't know how many people were looking for the talented man named Li Yi, but no one had ever seen it. ”

"Could it be that the poem was really made by the heavenly immortals?" The girl's eyes flashed with an inexplicable light, and she muttered.

"Silly girl, you know that you are foolish, how can there be any immortals in this world?" A woman next to her tapped her little head lightly and said angrily.

"By the way, didn't Ruoqing once have news of that talented man named Li Yi, what happened later?" The older woman seemed to remember something, and suddenly turned her head to look at Wan Ruoqing and asked.

Wan Ruoqing shook her head and said, "I went with Zuimmo to ask the scholar who painted for her, and the scholar said that the painting was not made by him, and he only had a relationship with that person. ”

The older woman nodded and said, "I've seen that painting before, it's really hard to imagine that the painting can reach such a point, the so-called three points into the wood, it's nothing more than that, right?" That talented man named Li Yi can be described as a masterpiece of calligraphy and painting, and if he can see it, it will be a big regret in this life. “

Wan Ruoqing smiled and said: "Drunken Mo has been studying that painting all day long, and he has made a small breakthrough, and he has been chattering all day long, and I am afraid that I am also looking forward to seeing that one tomorrow." ”

Of course Li Yi doesn't know, the song "Queqiao Immortal" makes him not know how many women's hearts have been captured, there are already many female fans in this world, and they regard him as a confidant in life.

In this world, don't underestimate the attraction of those talented people to women.

Those famous talents are almost equivalent to the Korean Oba in the hearts of those brainless girls in later generations, and Li Yi is the most popular type, and his influence can be seen.

Of course, Li Yi didn't know these things, because of the oolong incident just now, his mood was not very high, if he wasn't really reluctant to give up the one hundred taels of silver, I'm afraid he would have left with the little maid in a gray manner.

I've never done such a shameful thing in my two lives, shame!

"Uncle, why don't we go home?" The little maid next to her saw that Li Yi was in a bad mood, and said in a low voice.

"Wait." Li Yi shook his head and said.

His face had already been lost, and he urgently needed a hundred taels of silver to comfort him, so even if he would be embarrassed to see those women, Li Yi still didn't plan to leave here.

"What a broken poetry meeting, why don't you start ...... yet"

Li Yi thought about it a little depressed, stood up and planned to find someone to ask, and when he walked to the door, two figures walked in from outside.

The beautiful woman who walked in front had just stepped into the door, and saw a young man dressed as a scholar walking out of this direction, and her steps were slammed, and the expression on her pretty face froze for a moment, and then anger emerged.

"It's you!"

A coquettish rebuke with suppressed anger suddenly came from her mouth.

The fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl behind the woman was also stunned, not knowing what it was that made the young lady so angry......

Li Yi was also stunned.

He looked up at the strange woman in front of him, and there were some doubts in his heart.

Is she talking to herself?

But I don't know her!

"Dengzi!" The woman stretched out a slender jade finger and pointed at him, and said with anger on her pretty face.

Li Yi was really a little stunned now.

What is the disciple?

Do we know each other?

What does it mean to be a disciple...... It seems to be the hooligans and perverts of later generations......

scolded people when they met for the first time, is this woman crazy!

[ps: I got up early in the morning, and I coded one before class, and there is an update today.

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