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Su Wentian's writing style doesn't know how, but he still has some self-knowledge, which can be regarded as an advantage.

After Su Wentian left, everyone in the Dongli Poetry Society also left in disgrace, including some people who were close to Su Wentian, and they didn't have the face to stay here anymore.

After all, Su Wentian was really too nervous just now, but unfortunately he climbed too high, and the more painful he fell, not only did the Dongli Poetry Society lose the qualification to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference, but Su Wentian himself was afraid that it would not be easy to gain a foothold among many talents in the future.

"If it weren't for Gongzi today, I'm afraid it would be us who left just now." The president of the Yunying Poetry Society, a woman named Zhao Yunrou, brought up a tray covered with a red cloth, bowed slightly and said: "This hundred taels of silver was originally given to today's leader, and I also asked my son to accept it, don't shirk." ”

"Thank you, Miss Zhao, you're welcome to do so." Li Yi took the tray from Zhao Yunrou's hand with a smile, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.

He really has nothing to shirk, this one hundred taels of silver was originally his ultimate goal of coming here, if there was no Yunying Poetry Society, he would not get the silver no matter how good the words he threw out, and similarly, if there was no him, the Yunying Poetry Society would not have been able to have the last laugh and obtain the qualification to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club......

Poetry meetings like this should be held a few more times, throw down the poems and take the money and run, isn't it much easier than running around the streets with sugar gourds on your shoulders?

Of course, Li Yi just thought about it in his heart, such a good thing can't be encountered every day, so it's better to be honest and reliable in business.

After all, industry is prosperous!

"Xiaohuan, take the silver, let's go home." 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 is only seven or eight catties, which is not heavy for a little girl.

Xiaohuan had long learned his uncle's ability to make money, and he was no stranger to this, holding the silver in his arms, and his little face was full of smiles.

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

Xiaohuan was illiterate and couldn't remember the two poems, when those people took them to circulate to each other just now, the little maid secretly left two of them, planning to take them home to Miss and Miss Er.

The sister just now said that the words written by my uncle are sad and parting, she is thinking about the person she loves, is it the young lady?

The eldest lady would be very happy if she knew.

That time, my uncle didn't come back overnight, everyone thought that my uncle had run away, and the young lady didn't react on the surface, but that night, she was actually the same as Xiaohuan, and she didn't sleep all night......

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

After all, there was no waste of time, Li Yi's mood was a little better, and when he was about to leave with Xiaohuan, he saw Zeng Zuimo standing there, his steps paused slightly, and after a little thought, he walked over there.

Zeng Zuimo looked at him coming over, the expression on his face was slightly dark, and he subconsciously asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

Li Yi arched his hand to her and said: "Drunken ink girl, I didn't mean to offend the events of the day, but I just mistook the girl for a friend below, if you disturb the girl, I hope the girl will not blame." ”

Just now, because of his mood, Li Yi's attitude towards Zeng Zuimo was not so friendly, but after all, it was his own fault, in this era, holding a woman's little hand was already a serious offense, and it was understandable that the other party scolded him for being a disciple.

Of course, the two sentences said at this time are not asking for forgiveness, but just expressing an attitude.

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

If it's wrong, it's wrong, even if you won't have the chance to see her again in the future, if you say something, your thoughts will eventually come to you.

Hearing Li Yi's words, Zeng Zuimo's expression was slightly stunned.

He would actually apologize to himself, which Zeng Zuimo never expected.

After what happened just now, Zeng Zuimo already knew very well in his heart that although this scholar was unreasonable, his talent was terrifying, at least he was much higher than Su Wentian and others, perhaps, he was not inferior to Yang Yanzhou Shen Zhao, which of these talented people with a furrow in his chest was not arrogant? In public, would a woman bow her head and admit her mistakes?

But she has also seen many scenes, and after being surprised, the expression on her pretty face quickly returned to normal, and she bowed slightly to Li Yi and said, "Since Gongzi didn't mean it, there is no need to mention this matter in the future." ”

Li Yi didn't know that Zeng Zuimo had already thought in his heart that the events of that day were just a misunderstanding, and what she wanted happened to be Li Yi's attitude.

originally thought that the other party would scold him for two more sentences as before, Li Yi was already mentally prepared for this, but she didn't expect her to repay the courtesy, and obviously didn't plan to care anymore.

"I don't know if tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, will Childe participate?" At this time, I saw Zhao Yunrou coming over and asked Li Yidao with a smile.

In Zhao Yunrou's view, with the talent he showed today, if he can participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference, he will definitely shine, and it is not impossible to overshadow Shen Zhao of Yang Yanzhou and win the reputation of the first talent in Qing'an Mansion.

"Don't hide it from Miss Zhao, I really don't have any interest in that poetry club." Li Yi smiled, then arched his hand to everyone, and said, "It's not too early, if there is nothing else, I will leave first." ”

Hearing the first half of his words, several women from the Yunying Poetry Society were stunned, the poetry meeting they had dreamed of participating in seemed to be not worth mentioning in the eyes of the other party......

At this time, in Ruoqing's mind, the picture of him casually throwing Su Wentian's word aside couldn't help but appear, and he suddenly felt a little relieved in his heart.

"This son, acting differently from ordinary talents, is afraid that he is also a person with a noble temperament, and he doesn't care about those false names...... Besides, with his poetic talent, he doesn't have to compete with others......"

Thinking like this in her heart, she suddenly seemed to remember something, her pretty face changed slightly, and when she turned her head to look, the figures of the scholar and the little maid had disappeared at the door.

"I forgot to ask the name of that son!"

She let out a soft snort and hurriedly chased after her.

A moment later, Wan Ruoqing stood on the street, looking at the bustling crowd with no end in sight, 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 forced to slap their faces, but the author has to face, is most of the readers, it is impossible to change anything for a few people, I can only try to write these plots unconventionally, and if I encounter a plot I don't like again, skip it. 】