"Miss Wan is too polite. I didn't take this matter to heart."
The voice of the woman in front of him was extremely gentle, giving off a feeling of a spring breeze. Li Yi cupped his hands towards her and said with a smile.
"What do you mean you didn't take it to heart? I clearly took it to heart!" Zeng Zuimo watched as this scholar spoke coldly to her but smiled at Elder Sister Ruoqing. She felt extremely bitter and wanted nothing more than to pounce on him and bite him. It took her a great deal of effort to restrain this impulse.
"If you don't mind, you can call me Ruoqing." Wan Ruoqing looked up at him and said with a smile.
Li Yi glanced at Zeng Zuimo again and gave her a meaningful look.
"You …"
Zeng Zuimo's beautiful eyes were spitting fire. She almost couldn't suppress the impulse in her heart.
Although Li Yi didn't say it explicitly, she understood his eyes.
The meaning was — look at how gentle, polite, and likable she is. Then look at yourself. As a woman, don't you feel ashamed?
Li Yi nodded and said, "If Miss Ruoqing doesn't have anything else, I will leave first."
The beautiful woman seemed to hesitate for a moment before saying, "To be honest, I do have something that I would like to ask for your help with."
Li Yi's expression froze. He clearly didn't expect Ruoqing to say something like this.
His words just now were just a polite greeting. His intention to leave was already very obvious. A normal person would wave goodbye. Why didn't this Ruoqing follow the rules?
"Miss, please speak." Although Li Yi was curious, he still smiled and said.
He had a good impression of this Ruoqing.
Li Yi had imagined countless times how women in ancient times should look like. Virtuous and virtuous, suitable for home and home, refined and elegant …
No matter what kind of imagination he had, of course, it didn't include smashing a solid wooden table with his bare hands, cutting off a tree trunk as thick as an arm, pointing at others like a shrew and calling them "lechers" … However, when he really came to this world, Li Yi found that reality was still very different from his imagination.
Until he met Wan Ruoqing, the image of an ancient woman in his heart suddenly became clear …
It was as if the woman had traveled through thousands of years and walked out of a painting. She smiled and curtsied to him, and a soft voice sounded.
"Greetings, young master …"
In Li Yi's mind, this was the style that an ancient woman should have.
For this reason alone, Li Yi would listen to what she had to say.
Not to mention, he had just eaten her food. If he refused before she finished, Li Yi was too embarrassed to do such a thing.
"Ruoqing knows that this is a bit presumptuous, but I wonder if young master could compose a Mid-Autumn Festival poem for the Yunying Poetry Club? I would be very grateful." Wan Ruoqing looked up at him.
"Mid-Autumn Festival poem?"
Li Yi stilled. Wan Ruoqing's request was a bit unexpected.
If she wanted someone to compose a poem, she should find the famous scholars in the Qing 'an Prefecture. He was just a nobody. Why did she have to find him?
Zeng Zuimo also paused slightly. Could it be that Sister Ruoqing also saw that this scholar was not ordinary?
Wan Ruoqing nodded and then quietly waited for his answer.
Just now, when everyone was appraising Su Wentian's poem, only this scholar was joking with the little servant girl. When Wan Ruoqing walked past him, she just happened to see him throw the paper with Su Wentian's poem to the side, discard it like an old shoe. She faintly heard him say in a low voice, "Raising a cup to invite the bright moon, facing the shadow to form three people …" Then he didn't say anything else.
When these words entered her ears, an extremely clear image appeared in her mind. Drinking alone under the moon, facing only the bright moon and her own shadow …
With just this sentence, the artistic conception had already spread out.
Wan Ruoqing's attainments in poetry had already reached a higher level. Just from this incomplete poem, she could see that this scholar not only had a unique way of doing things, but in terms of poetic talent, Su Wentian's generation was far from his.
However, with her personality, she would not take the initiative to ask for help. If she lost, she lost. She could only blame herself for not having enough literary talent. Only when Zeng Zuimo ran out and she heard her conversation with the scholar did she realize that Zeng Zuimo had also seen through some things. After thinking about it, she still made this presumptuous request.
After all, tomorrow's poetry meet was not only what Zeng Zuimo was looking forward to …
At the Chinese Valentine's Day Poetry Meet a month ago, she was the one who picked up the Sky Prayer Lantern that fell from the sky. The poem "Immortal on the Magpie Bridge" that was written on it was also spread by her. Even now, many people still thought that the poem was written by her.
In these days, in the eyes of everyone, there had been an inextricable connection between her and the "Immortal of the Magpie Bridge".
However, Wan Ruoqing knew that she would not be able to compose such a poem in her lifetime. She had the same reverence and admiration towards the scholar named Li Yi as many women.
If she could meet him once, she could fulfill one of her life's wishes.
"Miss, are you here to participate in tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet?" Li Yi looked at her and asked in confusion.
Wan Ruoqing smiled and said, "To be honest, the reason the Yunying Poetry Club wants to win today's competition is because there is someone we want to meet at tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet."
Seeing Ruoqing's beautiful face reveal the adoration of a fan towards her idol, Li Yi was extremely surprised.
Could it be that Wan Ruoqing, Zeng Zuimo, and the other women of the Yunying Poetry Club were all going to the meet to meet a certain famous scholar?
Thinking of this possibility, Li Yi suddenly felt a strong sense of envy towards that unknown fellow.
There was no need to mention Wan Ruoqing. She was so beautiful, had a good personality, and seemed to be very talented in literature. As for that Zeng Zuimo, although her personality was terrible, her looks and figure did not lose to Wan Ruoqing at all. Then there were the women of the Yunying Poetry Club …
Scholars were so popular these days?
Even these talented women were charmed. Who knew how many more ignorant girls were fans of that fellow.
Li Yi always thought that the career of being the husband of a stronghold was very promising. There were beautiful sisters at home, and when he had nothing to do, he could bring beautiful servant girls everywhere …
But now, compared to that person, Li Yi suddenly felt that the difference was like heaven and earth.
"Sigh, the heavens are blind! Doesn't he just know a few lousy poems? What's so great about it? Even a woman like Wan Ruoqing can't help but like him … "Li Yi sighed in his heart, and his face showed an extremely regretful expression.
In the eyes of Zeng Zuimo and Wan Ruoqing, this was naturally a sign of rejection.
"Forget it, Sister Ruoqing, let's go. I don't want to beg this lecher!" Zeng Zuimo raised her eyebrows and glared fiercely at Li Yi. She didn't want to be bullied by him anymore, so she pulled Wan Ruoqing's hand and was about to leave.
Wan Ruoqing's pretty face also showed a look of disappointment, but she was not surprised. They didn't know each other, so it was indeed a bit too much for her to make such a request.
It was also when she and Zeng Zuimo were about to leave that the scholar's voice finally came over.
Since tomorrow's poetry conference is of great significance to Lady Ruoqing, how can I refuse? "
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