Carefree Scholar Chapter 72: Win-win
"The beauty of a gentleman..."
Zeng Zuimo turned his head and looked at Li Yi, no matter what he thought, he couldn't associate the word "junzi" with the scholar in front of him.
After all, there is no gentleman, who opens his mouth and shut his mouth is like "your mother"...
But anyway... he finally agreed.
However, when I thought that when I asked him just now, the other party refused without even thinking about it. Instead of being sister Ruoqing, he promised so readily and simply, an inexplicable sorrow and sorrow burst into his heart. Xiang Li Yi's eyes also became resentful and resentful.
"Thank you, son!" Seeing Li Yi's promise, it was as if joy appeared on Qing Qiao's face.
"Don't worry, I have one more condition." Li Yi said again.
"What conditions?"
Zeng Zui Mo looked at him, her eyes suddenly became wary. Although she was born in a brothel, she is a slaughter who does not sell herself. If Li Yi makes any excessive demands, she will not ask him to write poems. Will not agree.
Li Yi cast aside Zeng Zuimo, who was obviously passionate, and didn't pay attention to her. He turned to look at Wan Ruoqing and asked: "What Miss Ruoqing wants is to win today's competition, so she can participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting, right?" /
Wan Ruoqing nodded, but didn't understand Li Yi's meaning.
At this time, Li Yi looked at her and said: "I heard that the poetry club that won today will be rewarded with a hundred taels of silver. I don't want anything else, as long as these hundred taels."
Help go to help, the benefits that are needed are still needed.
The women from Yunying Poetry Club and Wan Ruoqing are eligible to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair. Li Yi wants the hundred taels of silver, and everyone gets what they need. This is a win-win situation.
As if Qing heard the words, the expression on Qiao’s face was startled, as if a little surprised, she raised her head and glanced at Li Yi before nodding and saying: "It should be the case."
Although one hundred taels of silver is not a small amount for them, the point they care about is not here. It is just a side item to win the competition. If the competition loses, they are not even qualified to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair. , Let alone a reward of one hundred taels of silver.
With this decision, she can help them make up their minds without asking for their opinions.
"Huh, the miser, I'm almost in the eyes of money!" Zeng Zuimo cursed in his heart, revealing his contempt for Li Yi.
The conditions have been negotiated, and the three of them turned around and walked into the hall.
all the way, as if Qing was walking beside Li Yi, talking to him, a little bit behind, Zeng Zuimo looked up at Li Yi from time to time, if her eyes were a knife, Li Yi now Has been cut a thousand times.
The little maid followed a few people, and looked at Li Yi for a while, then secretly glanced at Wan Ruoqing and Zeng Zuimo, still feeling a little nervous in her heart.
Upstairs, several people looked down, and after a startled expression, they spoke in confusion.
"Who is the person with Miss Wan and Miss Drunk Mo? Looks so fresh..."
"I'm afraid it's Miss Wan's friend, I just saw him with the people from Yunying Poetry Club."
"It's him! How could Miss Wan befriend such a vulgar person?"
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Among these people, there are those who don’t know Li Yi. They are shocked at this moment. It seems that if Qing and Zeng Zuimo are so close to a man, I was even more shocked when I saw him scolding Su Wentian away. Come with the famous talented woman Wan Ruoqing of Qing'an Prefecture and Zeng Zuimo, the leading Qing scholar of Qunyu Academy?
Like this vulgar person, gentle scum, they don't have the mind to connect.
Could it be that those two girls like exactly this tune?
At this time, several women from Yunying Poetry Club gathered in a certain corner. The table in front of them was the best poems that everyone had circulated. Even if they were unwilling, they had to admit , In the poem, they are far behind those men.
"Are we destined to miss the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting?" a woman said unwillingly.
The girls sighed and were silent.
At this moment, Wan Ruoqing and Li Yi walked over here.
"I'll ask the son for everything." Wan Ruoqing bowed to Li Yishi and said with a serious expression.
"Ruoqing, this is..."
Seeing the scholar again just now, doubts appeared on the faces of all the girls. When the older woman asked, Li Yi had already picked up the pen.
dipped in ink and was about to pick up a pen to write, as if thinking of something, looked back at Wan Ruoqing, handed the pen to her, and said: "I'll read it, Miss Ruoqing will write."
As if Qing Qing naturally didn't know that Li Yi was afraid that his words would be too ugly to make people laugh. I thought that this young man was thoughtful and thoughtful. Since this is a work representing Yunying Poetry Society, he naturally had to write it himself.
She took the pen from Li Yi's hand, and Li Yi had already spoken in the slightly puzzled eyes of several women.
"There is a pot of wine in the flower room. Drink alone without blind date."
"It's a poem!?"
A few women whispered, their eyes filled with surprise, but they still haven't understood what is going on right now.
"Is this guy really okay?" Zeng Zuimo looked at her, still feeling a little bit unsure.
After all, she was just a guess. What if this scholar is just a madman with no talent and arrogance, isn't everything just done in vain?
"A toast to invite the Mingyue, and the shadows become three people..."
is also at this time, Li Yi's second poem has already been read.
Suddenly, the expressions of several women with literary talents were startled, and their complexions changed in the next moment.
Seeing that their faces became very solemn, Zeng Zuimo was startled, and then looked at Li Yi, an unbelievable thought came up in his heart.
"Could it be that his poems are really amazing?"
"The moon doesn’t stop drinking, the shadow disciples follow me.
temporarily accompany the shadow of the moon, the joy must be in the spring..."
Li Yi's voice continued. Beside him, as if writing with a pen, neatly arranged rows of hairpin small letters appeared on the paper.
"My song and moon are hovering~IndoMTL.com~My dance shadows are messy.
When waking up, the phases are scattered after being drunk.
Forever knots ruthless travel, looks like Miao Yunhan. "
As if Qing finished the last word, Li Yi said again: "This poem is called "Drinking Alone under the Moon"."
stood drunk and stupefied, seeing the sights of the people around me as if they were attracted by the verses on the paper. I didn’t move away for a long time. When I turned my head and looked at the calm-looking scholar, the expression started. It's a little different.
After a while, several women from Yunying Poetry Club moved away from the paper and glanced at each other, and there was an unspeakable light on their faces.
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"Congratulations to Brother Su!"
"Brother Su is a good literary talent, I will admire it!"
"With the poem of Brother Su, I must be able to shine at the Mid-Autumn Festival Poems tomorrow, I will congratulate Brother Su in advance..."
"Where, there, everyone is absurd..."
Somewhere upstairs, Su Wentian was accepting the compliments of everyone, and he kept bowing his hands in response. He had forgotten the unhappiness that had happened just now, and the whole person was a little fluttering.
Since the Qixi Festival Poetry Meeting a month ago, he was firmly suppressed by the Bailu Poetry Society. Until now, he finally got back to the top of his life.
"Brother Su's poem is so amazing that I have waited. Tomorrow, I am afraid that it will be compared with Yang Yanzhou and Shen Zhao." Su Wentian opposite, a young man in a Confucian shirt smiled. Said.
"Brother Xu is too exaggerated, Su still has a bit of self-knowledge. Many talents in Qing'an Prefecture are those who are proficient in poetry and they are afraid to say that they are better than these two." Su Wentian heard this and shook his head. Said.
The young scholar smiled and was about to speak, when a paper raft came from one side, his eyes swept inadvertently... his eyes couldn't look away anymore.