Happy Little Scholar

"What's going on up there?"

When several women came forward to ask, the older woman had already handed over the paper raft, sighed and said: "This poem was just written by Su Wentian, everyone take a look. Tianlai novel"

A woman took the paper raft from him, and the next moment, she began to read it out.

Although the rest of the people were all women, they were also known as talented women in this Qing'an Prefecture City. After listening to only a few sentences, they could hear that the level of this poem was far above that of ordinary people.

"What's wrong, is this poem well written?"

Zeng Zuimo's attainments in poetry and prose were not deep. Unless it was a handed-down poem like "Magpie Bridge Fairy" that ordinary people could distinguish, he had no ability to distinguish ordinary poems.

"Su Wentian's Mid-Autumn Festival poem is indeed much better than Fangzhou." After the woman finished reading the poem, a complex expression appeared on Wan Ruoqing's pretty face, and she slowly spoke.

After listening to this poem once, she could judge the approximate level. She had also heard the Mid-Autumn Festival poem written by Su Wentian last year. She didn't expect that this year's poem would be even better. I'm afraid it will shine at the poetry meeting tomorrow night.

"Sister Ruoqing, can your poem be better than Su Wentian's?" Zeng Zuimo looked at her and asked.

She was very concerned about this.

The victory or defeat of Yunying Poetry Club today is related to whether they are qualified to participate in the real Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting tomorrow. If they win, she can also enter with them, and maybe she can meet that person at that time...

"I didn't expect that Su Wentian has already achieved such accomplishments in Mid-Autumn Festival poems. I'm afraid I'm not as good as him." Wan Ruoqing shook her head and said with a wry smile.

"With this poem, Su Wentian has already won today's competition." The older woman of Yunying Poetry Club also sighed and said.

Although she was reluctant to admit it, from ancient times to the present, in the way of poetry, they women have always been inferior to those men.

Zeng Zuimo heard this and showed a disappointed expression on her pretty face.

If Yunying Poetry Club cannot win, it will not be eligible to participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival, and she will naturally not be able to meet the talented scholar named "Li Yi".

These days, the questions about the novel painting method in her heart can only be kept in her heart.

That person seemed to appear out of thin air and disappear quietly. No matter how others searched, they could not find any news about him. Zeng Zuimo could only put all his hopes on tomorrow's poetry meeting... With his talent, he should not be absent from such a poetry meeting.

Knowing what she was thinking, Wan Ruoqing turned her head and looked at her and said, "Even if we can participate in tomorrow's poetry meeting, we may not see the person we want to see."

Zeng Zuimo understood everything Wan Ruoqing said, but this is always a hope. If she loses today, even such hope will be gone...

She turned her head with some disappointment and happened to see the scholar holding a paper raft in his hand. After looking at it, the corner of his mouth curved, and the expression she saw before appeared on his face again.

This expression was a little bit similar to the one she had when she saw the paintings of those people with poor painting skills.

She threw the paper raft on the table and said something to the little maid, and the two walked towards the door.

Gritting her teeth, she walked towards the position where the scholar had just been, picked up the paper raft he had thrown away, and moved her eyes up.

The raft was written with Su Wentian's poem that was praised by everyone.

For a moment, the expression on Zeng Zuimo's pretty face became very complicated, but soon turned into determination, and chased after the scholar's back.

"Zuimo..."

Wan Ruoqing called her from behind, and seeing that she didn't seem to hear it, doubts appeared on her pretty face, put down Su Wentian's poem, and followed.

"Miss Zuimo..."

On the road, she met a man who bowed to her, but Zeng Zuimo ignored him. When she walked past quickly, the man's smile froze on his face, and his eyes looked in the direction of her back. The scholar and the maid had already walked to the door.

If he had known that this poetry gathering would not allow outsiders to participate, Li Yi would not have wasted so much time here. After tasting all the fruits and pastries inside, he planned to go back with Xiaohuan.

"Wait a minute!"

When he walked to the door, a voice suddenly came from behind.

Li Yi looked back and found that the woman who called him Dengtuzi was walking towards him quickly.

"This woman, it's endless!"

Li Yi frowned slightly, subconsciously thinking that this woman was here to cause trouble.

"Xiaohuan, let's go."

A real man would not fight with this woman with an abnormal brain. Li Yi was about to leave holding Xiaohuan's hand, and Zeng Zuimo ran a few steps and blocked them.

Xiaohuan looked at the beautiful woman in front of her, and a vigilant expression appeared on her little face. She couldn't help but get closer to Li Yi.

"What do you want to do again?" Li Yi frowned and asked as he looked at her, and he was obviously a little unhappy in his heart.

"As long as you do me a favor, our previous grievances can be written off." Zeng Zuimo looked directly into Li Yi's eyes and said with gritted teeth.

"No help."

Li Yi said lightly, holding Xiaohuan's hand and preparing to leave.

He really didn't care about the grievances being written off. Whether the two of them could meet again in the future was still uncertain, so why should he bother himself with trouble.

Moreover, the matter that could make this woman lose face and ask for his help must not be simple. He was not familiar with the other party, and strictly speaking, there were still some small grievances between them. Why should he help her?

"You...you stop!"

Zeng Zuimo pointed at him, her teeth almost breaking. No matter before or now, which man was not polite when seeing her? How could she be ignored like this?

This guy, how could he not have the bearing of a scholar?

But when she thought that he could say those four words in front of so many people, he had no bearing at all.

She had never been ignored like this before, she felt extremely wronged, tears welled up in her eyes, and she tried hard not to let them fall.

"Sir, please stay."

Li Yi and Xiaohuan had already walked out of the door, and a gentle voice came from behind again.

He paused, looked back at the gentle woman who was walking towards him, and finally did not turn around and leave like he did just now.

He was soft-hearted when he took advantage of others, and he was short-sighted when he ate others. He had just asked for two cakes from her with a shameless face, so of course he couldn't be too ruthless in front of her at this moment.

The woman named Wan Ruoqing walked over and bowed to Li Yi, then said apologetically: "Zuimo has a bad temper. If he has offended you in any way, I apologize to you here. Please don't blame me."

Li Yi looked at Miss Wan, and then looked at Zeng Zuimo who was still staring at him with a pair of big eyes. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. They are both women, why are their personalities so different?

The little maid stood beside him, and a deep bitterness appeared on her pretty face.

She couldn't handle one beautiful sister, and now there is another one...

Miss, Second Miss, where are you, Xiaohuan can't take care of her son-in-law alone...