Although this "Remembering Your Charm" wasn't Liu Yong's best work, but as the saying goes, "where there's water, one can sing willow poems", Liu Sanbian's talent wasn't just for show. Any random piece he took out wasn't something any random cat or dog could compare to.
Su Wentian's literary talent was unknown, but he knew his own limitations. This could be considered an advantage.
After Su Wentian left, the people of the Dongli Poetry Club also left dejectedly, including some people who were close to Su Wentian. They did not have the face to stay here anymore.
After all, Su Wentian was too cocky just now. Unfortunately, the higher he climbed, the more painful the fall. Not only did it cause the Dongli Poetry Club to lose the right to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival, Su Wentian himself would not be able to stand among the other scholars in the future.
"If it wasn't for Young Master today, it would be us who left just now." The leader of the Yunying Poetry Club, a woman called Zhao Yunrou, brought over a tray covered with a red cloth. She bowed slightly and said, "These 100 taels of silver are for today's champion. Please accept them and don't refuse."
"Thank you, Miss Zhao. I won't stand on ceremony then." Li Yi smiled as he took the tray from Zhao Yunrou. The smile on his face became even brighter.
He really had nothing to decline. This 100 taels of silver was his ultimate goal. If it wasn't for the Yunying Poetry Club, he wouldn't be able to get the silver no matter how good his poems were. Similarly, if it wasn't for him, the Yunying Poetry Club wouldn't be able to have the last laugh and obtain the right to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Everyone took what they needed, no need to stand on ceremony …
A poetry competition like this should be held a few more times. Throwing down poems, taking the money, and running — wouldn't that be much easier than carrying candied fruits all over the streets?
Of course, Li Yi only thought about it in his heart. Such a good thing couldn't be encountered every day. It was more reliable to do business honestly.
After all, business could prosper the country!
He wrapped the silver in the red cloth, stuffed it into the little servant girl's arms, and rubbed her head as he said, "Xiao Huan, take the silver. Let's go home."
100 taels of silver was about seven or eight catties. It wasn't heavy for the little servant girl.
Xiao Huan had already experienced Son-in-law's ability to earn money and was already used to it. She hugged the silver to her bosom, her little face full of smiles.
In addition to the silver in her bosom, the servant girl also held tightly onto two folded pieces of paper. On the paper were two poems written by the young master.
Xiao Huan was illiterate and could not remember those two poems. Just now when those people were passing them around, the little servant girl secretly kept two pieces and planned to bring them home to show Miss and Second Miss.
Just now, the elder sister said that the poem written by the son-in-law was about the sorrow of parting. It was about longing for one's beloved. Could it be that he was talking about Miss?
If Eldest Miss knew, she would definitely be very happy.
That time, the son-in-law did not return for the whole night. Everyone thought that the son-in-law had run away. Young Miss did not show any reaction on the surface, but that night, she was actually like Xiao Huan, unable to sleep the whole night …
The young miss would also be shocked when she saw the son-in-law's poem … The little maidservant thought to herself …
After all, it was not a waste of time. Li Yi's mood was also a little better. Just as he was about to leave with Xiao Huan, he saw Zeng Zuimo standing there. His footsteps paused slightly, and after a moment of thought, he walked over there.
Zeng Zuimo saw him walking over, and the expression on her face slightly froze. She subconsciously asked, "What are you going to do?"
Li Yi cupped his hands at her and said, "Miss Zuimo, I did not mean to offend you that day. I just mistook you for a friend of mine. If I disturbed you, I hope you will not blame me."
Because of his mood just now, Li Yi's attitude towards Zeng Zuimo was not so friendly, but after all, it was his fault. In this era, holding a woman's hand was already a very serious offense. It was understandable for the other party to call him a lecher.
Of course, these two sentences at this time were not asking for forgiveness, but just expressing his attitude.
After all, they had stood on the same front and fought together …
A mistake was a mistake. Even if they would not have a chance to meet again in the future, some words were said, and their thoughts would eventually be more clear.
Hearing Li Yi's words, Zeng Zuimo's expression was slightly startled.
He would actually apologize to her. This was something Zeng Zuimo had never thought of.
After experiencing what had just happened, Zeng Zuimo was already very clear in her heart that even though this scholar was unreasonable, his talent was shockingly high. At the very least, he was much better than Su Wentian, and perhaps he wasn't inferior to Yang Yanzhou or Shen Zhao. Which one of these geniuses wasn't a proud and arrogant person? In public, he would bow his head and apologize to a woman?
But she had also seen many scenes. After a moment of surprise, the expression on her pretty face quickly returned to normal. She bowed slightly to Li Yi and said, "Since it was not intentional, there is no need to mention this matter in the future."
Li Yi did not know that Zeng Zuimo had already thought that what happened that day was only a misunderstanding. What she wanted was exactly Li Yi's attitude.
Originally, he thought that she would call him a lecher like before. Li Yi had already mentally prepared himself for this. He did not think that she would actually bow and return the greeting. It was clear that she did not intend to pursue the matter.
"I wonder if you will participate in tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet?" At this time, Zhao Yunrou walked over and asked Li Yi with a smile.
In Zhao Yunrou's view, with the talent he had displayed today, if he could participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet, he would definitely shine. At that time, it would not be impossible for him to surpass Yang Yanzhou and Shen Zhao and obtain the title of the number one scholar in Qing An Prefecture.
"To be honest, Miss Zhao, I have no interest in the poetry meet." Li Yi smiled and then raised his hands in a salute to the crowd. He said, "It's getting late. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."
Hearing the first half of his words, the women of the Yunying Poetry Society were stunned. The poetry meet that they dreamed of participating in, in the eyes of the other, was not even worth mentioning …
At this time, in Wan Ruoqing's mind, the image of him casually tossing Su Wentian's poem to the side floated up. Her heart suddenly felt relieved.
This young master does things differently from normal scholars. He is most likely a noble person and does not care about empty reputation … also, with his talent in poetry, he does not need to compete with others …
As she thought this, she suddenly seemed to remember something. Her expression changed slightly. When she turned her head, the figure of the scholar and the servant girl had already disappeared through the door.
"I was only thinking about the poem just now and forgot to ask for that young master's name!"
She exclaimed softly and hurriedly chased after them.
After a moment, Wan Ruoqing stood on the street and looked at the bustling crowd. She could not see the end of the crowd. She gave a long sigh and turned to walk back.
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