Chapter 70: Zeng Zuimo’s request

“What’s wrong with it?”

When several women came forward to inquire, the older woman had already handed the paper raft over and sighed and said: “This poem was written by Su Wentian just now. Let’s take a look at it.”

A woman took the paper raft from him, and the next moment she said it.

Although the others are all women, there are also talented women in Qing’an Fucheng. After only a few sentences, I can tell that the level of this poem is far above ordinary people.

“What’s wrong, is this word well written?”

Zeng Zuimo’s accomplishments in poetry are not deep, unless it is a handed down word that can be distinguished by ordinary people like “The Magpie Bridge Immortal”, he has no discernment for ordinary poetry.

“Su Wentian’s Mid-Autumn Festival’s Ci is really better than Fangzhou’s many.” When the woman finished her words, it seemed as if a complex color appeared on Qing Qiao’s face, she slowly spoke.

She listened to the poem 　　, and she was able to judge the approximate level. She also heard Su Wentian’s Mid-Autumn Festival poem last year, but she did not expect it to be a step up this year. I am afraid it will be at the poem meeting tomorrow night , Will also shine.

“Sister Ruoqing, can your words surpass Su Wentian?” Zeng Zuimo asked while looking at her.

She is extremely concerned about this.

The victory or defeat of Yunying Poetry Club today is related to whether they are eligible to participate in the real Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair tomorrow. If they win, they can also enter with them, and maybe see that person…

“I didn’t expect that Su Wentian already had such accomplishments in the Mid-Autumn Festival, I am afraid it is not as good.” Wan Ruoqing shook his head and said with a wry smile.

“With this poem, Su Wentian has already won the competition today.” The older woman from Yunying Poetry Club also sighed.

Although they don’t want to admit it, they have always been inferior to those men in poetry since ancient times.

Zeng drunk Mo after hearing this, Qiao’s face showed a disappointed expression.

Yunying Poetry Club was unable to win, so she was not eligible to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club, and it was naturally impossible for her to see the talented man named “Li Yi”.

These days, the question about the novel painting method in my heart can only be contained in my heart.

The person seemed to appear out of thin air and disappeared quietly. No matter how others searched, they couldn’t find any news about him. Zeng Zuimo could only put all his hopes on tomorrow’s poem meeting… His talents, that kind of poem meeting, he shouldn’t be absent.

Knowing what she was thinking, Wan Ruoqing turned to look at her and said: “Even if we can participate in tomorrow’s poetry meeting, we may not necessarily meet the person we want to meet.”

Just like what Qing said, Zeng Zuimo also understands everything, but this is always a hope. If he loses today, even such hope is gone…

turned her head a little disappointed, and happened to see that the scholar was holding a paper raft in his hand. After looking at it, the corner of her mouth stretched out, and the expression she had seen before appeared again on her face.

This expression is a little bit like when she sees the paintings of those who are not good at painting skills.

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

gritted her teeth, she walked towards the scholar’s position just now, picked up the paper raft he had thrown away, and looked up.

The poem written on this paper raft is Su Wentian’s praised poem.

For a while, the expression on Zeng Zui Mo Qiao’s face became very complicated, but she quickly turned into firmness and chased the scholar from behind.

”Drunk Mo…”

Wan Ruoqing called her from behind. Seeing that she didn’t seem to hear her, doubts appeared on Qiao’s face, she put down Su Wentian’s poem and followed.

”Drunk girl…”

I met a man arching his hand to her on the road, and Zeng Zuimo did not respond. When he walked 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 arrived. Doorway.

If I knew this poem would not allow outsiders to participate, Li Yi would never waste so much time here. After tasting the melons and pastries inside, he planned to go back with Xiaohuan.

“Wait a minute!”

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

Li Yi looked back, and found that the woman who asked him to become a disciple came over here quickly.

“This woman, there is no end!”

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

“Little ring, let’s go.”

masculine man, don’t fight this woman with an abnormal head. Li Yi took Xiaohuan’s hand and was about to go. Zeng Zuimo ran a few steps quickly and blocked them.

Xiaohuan looked at the pretty woman in front of her, with a vigilant expression on her small face, she couldn’t help but move closer to Li Yi’s side.

“What do you want to do again?” Li Yi asked with a frown looking at her, obviously a little unhappy in his heart.

“As long as you do me a favor, our previous grievances can be wiped out.” Zeng Zuimo looked directly into Li Yi’s eyes and gritted his teeth.

“No help.”

Li Yi said lightly, and took Xiaohuan’s hand to leave.

What kind of grievances have been wiped out, he really doesn’t care, whether the two will see them again in the future, why should he ask for trouble?

What’s more, things that can make this woman pull her face down and ask herself for help~ IndoMTL.com~ I am afraid it is not simple. He is not familiar with the other party. Strictly speaking, there are still some small grudges. Why do you want to help her?

“You…you stop!”

Zeng Zuimo pointed his finger at him, and his silver teeth were about to be crushed. Whether it was before or now, which man was not polite when he saw her, and has he ever been so ignored?

, how come this guy doesn’t have a bit of a scholar’s bearing?

But when he thinks that he can say those four words in front of so many people, he has long lost his temperament.

has never been so left in the cold. She only felt wronged in her heart, and her tears rolled in her eyes, and she resisted letting it fall.

“The son stays for a while.”

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

His footsteps paused, and he looked back at the gentle woman coming here, but in the end he didn’t just turn around and leave as before.

I take people’s hands softly and eat people’s mouths short. I asked her for two pieces of pastries just now. Of course I can’t be too ruthless in front of them at this moment.

A woman named Wan Ruoqing walked over, first bowed to Li Yilin, and then apologized: “Drunk Mo is stubborn, if there is something that offends the son, Ruoqing hereby apologizes for the son, and Please don’t blame the son.”

Li Yi looked at this girl Wan, and then looked at Zeng Zuimo, who was still staring at him with big eyes, and he couldn’t help but sigh. She is also a woman, why is there such a big difference in personality?

The little maid stood beside him, a deep bitter look on Qiao’s face.

She can’t deal with a pretty sister anymore, now there’s another one…

Miss 　　, the second lady, where are you? Xiaohuan can’t help her aunt by herself…