Carefree Scholar Chapter 77: The suspicion is released

　　 This song "Nian Nu Jiao" is not Liu Yong’s pinnacle work, but "where there is a well, you can sing Liu Ci." Liu San’s talent is not a vain name, just take out one. It's not like a cat or a dog.

　　 I don’t know how Su Wentian’s literary talent is, but he still has some self-knowledge, which can be regarded as an advantage.

　　After Su Wentian left, everyone in the Dongli Poetry Club also left dingy, including some people who were close to Su Wentian, and had no face to stay here anymore.

　　 After all, Su Wentian was really too awkward just now, but it’s a pity that he climbed too high and fell more painful, which not only made Dongli Poetry Society lose the qualification to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair, Su Wentian himself, I am afraid that it will not be good in the future. A foothold among talented scholars.

　　 "If it's not a son today, I am afraid that it is us who left just now." The president of the Yunying Poetry Club, a woman named Zhao Yunrou, brought up a tray covered with red cloth and leaned slightly and said: "This hundred taels of silver was originally given to today's leader. Please accept it, please don't refuse."

　　 "Thank you Ms. Zhao, you are so welcome." Li Yi smiled and took the tray from Zhao Yunrou's hand, with a brighter smile on his face.

　　 He really has nothing to excuse. This hundred taels of silver was originally his ultimate goal here. If there is no Yunying Poetry Society, he will not get silver even if he throws out the best words. Similarly, if it were not for him, Yunying Poetry Club would not have had the last laugh, and would be eligible to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair. Everyone would take what they needed, and no one had to be polite...

　　 Poetry fairs like this should be held a few more times. Drop the poems and run away with the money. Isn’t it much easier than running around the street with a tired life carrying candied fruit?

　　 Of course, Li Yi just thinks about it in his heart. Such a good thing is impossible to encounter every day. It is better to be honest in business.

　　 After all, industry is booming!

　　 "Little ring, take the silver, let's go home." Wrapped the silver in the red cloth, stuffed it in the little maid's arms, rubbed her head and said.

　　 One hundred taels of silver is only seven or eight catties, which is not too heavy for the little maid.

　　 Xiaohuan had already learned how to make money from his uncle, and he was no stranger to this, holding the silver in his arms, with a smile on his face.

　　 In addition to the silver in her arms, the little maid still holds two folded paper rafts tightly in her hand, with two poems written by her uncle.

　　 Xiaohuan was illiterate and couldn't remember those two poems. When those people passed them to each other just now, the little maid secretly left two of them, intending to take them home and show them to Miss and Second Miss.

　　 Just now, the older sister said what parting feeling was in the words written by my uncle. She was thinking of the person in her mind. Is she talking about the young lady?

　　Miss 　　 would be very happy if she knew.

　　 That time, my uncle didn’t come back all night. Everyone thought my uncle was gone. The young lady didn’t react on the surface, but that night, she was actually like Xiaohuan and didn’t sleep all night...

Miss 　　 would be shocked when she saw my uncle’s poems... The little maid thought this in her heart...

　　 At last there was no wasting time in vain, and Li Yi's mood improved. When he was about to leave with Xiaohuan, he saw Zeng Zuimo standing there and paused slightly. After thinking about it for a while, he headed over there. Walked over.

　　 Zeng Zuimo watched him walking, the expression on his face was a little bit drunk, and subconsciously asked: "What are you going to do?"

　　 Li Yi arched his hand to her and said: "Drunk Mo girl, what happened that day, I didn't intend to offend, but mistakenly identified the girl as a friend below. If she disturbed the girl, I hope the girl will not blame it."

　　 Just now because of his mood, Li Yi’s attitude towards Zeng Zuimo was not so friendly, but he was at fault after all. In this era, holding a woman’s small hand is already a serious offense. The other party scolded him. There is excuse for Deng's disciple.

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

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

　　 Wrong is wrong, even if I won’t have the chance to meet her again in the future, some things will be said, the thoughts will eventually be better.

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

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

　　 After experiencing what happened just now, Zeng Zuimo knew very well in his heart that although this scholar was irrational, but his talent was scary, at least how much higher he was than Su Wentian and his ilk, perhaps, he was no more than Yang Yanzhou and Shen Zhao Not inferior, this kind of talented person with a gap in the chest, who is not the proud generation? In the public, he would bow his head to admit his mistake to a woman?

　　 But she has also seen many scenes. After she was surprised, the expression on Qiao’s face quickly returned to normal. She leaned slightly and said to Li Yi, “Since the son didn’t mean it, I don’t have to mention it again. ."

　　 Li Yi didn’t know, Zeng Zuimo had already thought that the day’s incident was just a misunderstanding, and what she wanted happened to be Li Yi’s attitude~ IndoMTL.com~ I thought the other party would scold like before. Li Yi had already made such a mental preparation when he said a few words about being a disciple. She didn't expect that she would actually owe her body to pay courtesy, obviously not planning to care about it anymore.

　　"I don't know whether the son will participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair tomorrow?" At this time, Zhao Yunrou came over and asked Li Yidao with a smile.

　　In Zhao Yunrou’s view, with the talents he showed today, if he can participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival, he will definitely shine and overshadow Yang Yanzhou’s Shen Zhao and win the beauty of Qing’an Prefecture’s first talent The name is not impossible.

　　 "Don’t hide the truth from Miss Zhao, I really don’t have any interest in that poem meeting." Li Yi smiled, then bowed his hands to everyone, and said, "It’s not early. If there is nothing else, let’s go. Say goodbye first."

　　 Hearing the first half of his sentence, the women of Yunying Poetry Club were all stunned. The poetry meeting they all wanted to participate in, in the eyes of the other party, seemed not worth mentioning...

　　 At this time, in Ruoqing's mind, there was a picture of him throwing Su Wentian's words to the side at will, and he suddenly felt relieved.

　　"This young man, acting differently from ordinary talents, is afraid that he is also a man of noble temperament, and doesn't care about those imaginary 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 and looked around, the figure of the scholar and the little maid had disappeared at the door.

　　 "I just thought about poems, but I forgot to ask the young man's name!"

　　 She whispered softly and hurriedly chased it out.

　　 After a while, Wan Ruoqing stood on the street, watching the bustling crowd who couldn't see her head, sighed leisurely, turned around and walked back.