"A gentleman helps others achieve their goals …"
Ceng Zuimo turned to look at Li Yi. No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't associate the word "gentleman" with the scholar in front of her.
After all, no gentleman would say "your mother" every time he opened his mouth …
But no matter what … he finally agreed.
However, when she thought about how he rejected her without even thinking when she asked him for help, and how he agreed so easily when it was sister Ruoqing, she couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sourness in her heart. She looked at Li Yi with resentment and resentment.
"Thank you, Young Master!" Seeing that Li Yi agreed, Ruoqing's pretty face showed a joyful expression.
"Don't rush, I have another condition." Li Yi spoke again.
"What condition?"
Ceng Zuimo looked at him and her eyes suddenly became vigilant. Although she came from a brothel, she was a pure person who only sold her skills and not her body. If Li Yi made any excessive demands, she wouldn't agree even if she didn't ask him to compose a poem.
Li Yi glanced at Ceng Zuimo who was obviously thinking too highly of herself and didn't pay attention to her. He turned to look at Ruoqing and asked, "Miss Ruoqing only wants to win today's competition so that she can participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet, right?"
Wan Ruoqing nodded but didn't understand what Li Yi meant.
At this time, Li Yi looked at her and said, "I heard that the winner of today's poetry club will receive a hundred taels of silver as a reward. I don't want anything else, just this one hundred taels of silver."
Helping was helping, but he still had to ask for the benefits he deserved.
The girls from the Yunying Poetry Club and Wan Ruoqing wanted the right to participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet. Li Yi wanted the one hundred taels of silver. Everyone took what they needed. This was a win-win situation.
Wan Ruoqing was startled when she heard this. She looked up at Li Yi and nodded, "That's how it should be."
Even though a hundred taels of silver was not a small amount to them, they didn't care about that. That was just a bonus for winning the competition. If they lost the competition, they wouldn't even have the right to participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet, not to mention the hundred taels of silver.
She didn't need to ask for the opinions of those women and could help them make the decision.
"Hmph, a miser. All you think about is money!" Ceng Zuimo cursed in her mind. Her disdain for Li Yi was obvious.
Now that the conditions were settled, the three of them turned around and walked back into the hall.
Along the way, Wan Ruoqing walked beside Li Yi and said something to him. Slightly behind them, Ceng Zuimo raised her head and glared at Li Yi from time to time. If her gaze was a knife, Li Yi would have been cut into pieces by now.
The servant girl followed behind them. She looked at Li Yi for a while and then secretly peeked at Wan Ruoqing and Ceng Zuimo. She was still a bit uneasy.
Upstairs, several people looked down. After a moment of shock, they spoke with some confusion.
"Who's that man with Lady Wan and Lady Zui Mo? He looks unfamiliar …"
"Probably a friend of Lady Wan. I saw him with the people from the Yunying Poetry Club."
"It's him! Why would Lady Wan make friends with such a vulgar person? "
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Among these people, there were those who didn't know Li Yi. At this moment, they were shocked that Wan Ruoqing and Ceng Zuimo were so close to a man. Some had just seen him scold Su Wentian away. They were even more shocked. How did this person get together with Wan Ruoqing, the famous talented girl of Qing 'an Prefecture, and Ceng Zuimo, the top artist of the Jades Yard?
They didn't even have the mood to make friends with such a vulgar person and a refined scum.
Could it be that those two girls just happened to like this kind of style?
At this time, the women of the Yunying Poetry Club were gathered in a corner. The poems on the table in front of them were the ones that everyone had already read. Even though they were unwilling, they had to admit that in terms of poetry, they were far inferior to those men.
"Could it be that we are destined to have no fate with the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet?" a girl said unwillingly.
All the girls sighed and remained silent.
At this time, Wan Ruoqing and Li Yi walked over.
"I'll leave everything to you, young master," Wan Ruoqing bowed to Li Yi and said with a serious expression.
"Ruoqing, this is …"
Seeing the scholar again, confusion appeared on the women's faces. When the older woman came forward to ask, Li Yi had already picked up a brush.
He dipped it in ink and was about to write when he seemed to remember something. He turned back to look at Ruoqing and handed the brush to her. He said, "Let me read. Miss Ruoqing, you write."
Wan Ruoqing naturally didn't know that Li Yi was afraid that her words were too ugly and would be laughed at. She thought that this young master was very thoughtful. Since this was a work that represented the Yunying Poetry Club, she naturally had to write it herself.
She took the brush from Li Yi's hand. Under the slightly confused gazes of the women, Li Yi had already begun to speak.
"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone with no companionship."
"It's a poem?!"
The women exclaimed softly. Their eyes were full of surprise, but they still didn't understand what was going on.
"Can this guy really do it?" Zeng Zuimo looked at him, still uncertain.
After all, she was only guessing just now. If this scholar was just an arrogant student without any talent, then wouldn't everything she had done just now be in vain?
"Raising a cup to invite the bright moon, the shadow becomes three …"
It was also at this time that the second line of Li Yi's poem was recited.
In an instant, the expressions of the rather talented women froze. In the next moment, their expressions changed.
Seeing that their expressions had all become very solemn, Zeng Zuimo was startled. Then, she looked at Li Yi and a thought of disbelief rose in her heart.
"Could it be that his poems are really that powerful?"
"Since the moon cannot be drunk, the shadow follows me.
Temporarily accompanying the shadow of the moon, joy must last until spring … "
Li Yi's voice continued. Beside him, Ruoqing picked up the brush and began to write. Neat and beautiful lines of Hairpin-style Small Regular Script appeared on the paper.
"My song lingers in the moon, my dancing shadow is messy.
When awake, we are joyful, when drunk, we are separated.
Forever unrequited, we meet again in the clouds. "
When Ruoqing finished the last word, Li Yi spoke again, "This poem is called 'Drinking Alone Under the Moon'."
Zeng Zuimo stood to the side in a daze. She saw that the gazes of the people around her seemed to be attracted by the poem on the paper and didn't move away for a long time. When she turned to look at the calm scholar again, her expression began to change.
After a while, the women from the Yunying Poetry Club finally moved away from the paper. They looked at each other and an indescribable light appeared on their faces.
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"Congratulations, Brother Su!"
"Brother Su has great literary talent. We admire you!"
"With Brother Su's poem, you will definitely shine at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet tomorrow. I will congratulate Brother Su in advance …"
"You flatter me, you flatter me …"
Somewhere upstairs, Su Wentian was accepting the crowd's compliments. He kept saluting back, already forgetting the unhappiness that had just happened. His entire person felt like he was floating.
Since the Qixi Poetry Meet a month ago, he had been completely suppressed by the White Dew Poetry Club. Only now did he finally turn the tables and return to the peak of his life.
"Brother Su's poem is truly breathtaking. Tomorrow, I'm afraid you'll be able to compete with Yang Yanzhou and Shen Zhaozhi to see who's better." Opposite Su Wentian, a scholarly robed young man laughed.
"Brother Xu exaggerates too much. I still have some self-awareness. There are many scholars in Qing An Prefecture. Even those who are proficient in poetry would not dare to say they can beat these two." Hearing this, Su Wentian shook his head and said.
The young scholar smiled and was about to speak when a paper raft came from the side. His eyes inadvertently swept over … his gaze could not move away.
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