"What happened up there?"
When the women came up to ask, the older woman had already handed over the paper raft. She sighed and said, "This poem was written by Su Wentian just now. Everyone, take a look."
A woman took the paper raft from his hand and in the next moment, she began to recite.
Although the others were all women, they were all known as talented women in Qing 'an Prefectural City. After hearing a few lines, they could tell that the standard of the poem was far above that of ordinary people.
"What, is this poem well written?"
Zeng Zuimo's knowledge of poetry was not deep. Unless it was something like "Immortal of the Magpie Bridge" that ordinary people could distinguish, she had no ability to distinguish ordinary poems.
"Su Wentian's Mid-Autumn Festival poem is indeed much better than Fang Zhou's," Wan Ruoqing said slowly with a complicated expression on her pretty face after the woman finished reciting.
She could roughly judge the standard of the poem just by listening to it once. She had also heard the Mid-Autumn Festival Poem written by Su Wentian last year. She didn't expect it to go up another level this year. She was afraid that it would shine in the Poetry Meet tomorrow night.
"Sister Ruoqing, can your poem beat Su Wentian's?" Zeng Zuimo looked at her and asked.
She was very concerned about this.
The Yunying Poetry Society's victory or defeat today would determine whether or not they had the right to participate in the true Mid-Autumn Festival tomorrow. If they won, she could enter with them and perhaps she could see that person then …
"I also didn't think that Su Wentian would have such skill in Mid-Autumn Festival poem. I'm afraid I cannot compare." Wan Ruoqing shook her head and said with a wry smile.
"Based on this poem, Su Wentian has already won today's competition," the older woman of the Yunying Poetry Society sighed and said.
Although they didn't want to admit it, from ancient times until now, in the path of poetry, women were always inferior to men.
Hearing this, Zeng Zuimo's pretty face showed disappointment.
If the Yunying Poetry Society couldn't win, then they didn't have the right to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Naturally, she wouldn't be able to see the talent called "Li Yi."
These days, he could only keep the questions about that novel painting method in his mind.
That person seemed to have appeared out of thin air and then disappeared. No matter how others searched, they couldn't find any information related to him. Zeng Zuimo could only place all her hopes on tomorrow's poetry conference … With his talent, he shouldn't be absent from that kind of poetry conference.
Knowing what she was thinking, Wan Ruoqing turned to look at her and said, "Even if we can attend the poetry competition tomorrow, we may not be able to see the person we want to see."
Zeng Zuimo understood everything that Wan Ruoqing had said, but this was still a ray of hope. If they lost today, even this hope would be gone …
She turned her head in disappointment and saw that the scholar was holding a paper raft in his hand. After looking at it, the corners of his mouth curled up, and the expression she had seen before once again appeared on his face.
This kind of expression was a little similar to the one she had when she saw the paintings of people who were not good at painting.
Casually throwing the paper raft on the table, she said something to the young servant girl, and the two of them walked in the direction of the door.
Gritting her teeth, she walked over to where the scholar had been, picked up the paper raft he had thrown away, and moved her gaze to it.
What was written on the paper raft was the poem that Su Wentian had been praised by everyone.
For a moment, the expression on Zeng Zuimo's pretty face became very complicated, but it quickly turned into determination. She chased after the scholar's back.
"Zuimo …"
Wan Ruoqing called her from behind. Seeing that she didn't seem to hear, a puzzled expression appeared on her pretty face. She put down Su Wentian's poem and followed.
"Miss Zuimo …"
On the way, she met a man who cupped his hands to her, but Zeng Zuimo didn't pay attention to him. When she quickly walked past, the man's smile froze on his face. His gaze followed the direction of her back. The scholar and servant girl had already walked to the door.
If he had known that this poetry conference didn't allow outsiders to participate, Li Yi wouldn't have wasted so much time here. After tasting all the fruits and pastries inside, he planned to go back with Xiao Huan.
"Wait!"
When he reached the door, a voice suddenly came from behind.
Li Yi looked back and saw that the woman who had called him a lecher was walking over quickly.
"This woman, there's no end to it!"
Li Yi frowned slightly, subconsciously thinking that this woman was here to cause trouble.
"Xiao Huan, let's go."
As a man, he didn't want to fight with this crazy woman. Li Yi took Xiao Huan's hand and was about to leave, but Zeng Zuimo quickly ran a few steps and blocked in front of them.
Xiao Huan looked at the beautiful woman in front of her, and a vigilant expression appeared on her face. She couldn't help but move closer to Li Yi.
"What do you want now?" Li Yi looked at her and asked with a frown. He was obviously a little unhappy.
"As long as you do me a favor, we can write off all our previous grievances." Zeng Zuimo looked straight into Li Yi's eyes and said through gritted teeth.
"No."
Li Yi said lightly and took Xiao Huan's hand, intending to leave.
He really didn't care about writing off all their grievances. Whether or not they would see each other again in the future was another matter. Why would he ask for trouble?
Moreover, something that could make this woman put down her pride to ask for his help was probably not simple. He wasn't familiar with her, and strictly speaking, they had some minor grievances. Why should he help her?
"You … Stop!"
Zeng Zuimo pointed at him, gritting her teeth so hard that they almost broke. Whether it was in the past or now, which man wasn't polite when they saw her? When had she ever been ignored like this?
Why didn't this guy have the temperament of a scholar at all?
But when she thought about how he could say those four words in front of so many people, she had no temperament to speak of.
She had never been ignored like this. She only felt extremely wronged. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she forced them not to fall.
"Sir, please wait."
Li Yi and Xiao Huan had already walked out the door, and a soft voice came again from behind.
His footsteps paused, and he looked back at the gentle woman walking towards him. In the end, he didn't turn and leave like before.
Just now, he had asked for two pieces of cake from her, so of course, he couldn't be too heartless in front of her.
The woman named Wan Ruoqing walked over and first curtsied to Li Yi, then said apologetically, "Zuimo is naughty and mischievous. If she has offended you in any way, Ruoqing is here to apologize to you. Please don't blame her."
Li Yi looked at this 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 were both women, but why were their personalities so different?
The little servant girl stood beside him, and a bitter expression appeared on her pretty face.
She already couldn't deal with a beautiful sister, and now there was another one …
Miss, second miss, where are you? Xiao Huan can't look after the son-in-law by herself …
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