Happy Little Scholar

The president of Yunying Poetry Club, the older woman, came over and looked at Su Wentian and said, "What if this young man is not an outsider?"

"What does Miss Zhao mean?" Su Wentian frowned and asked her. Tian'lai Xiaoshuo

"To be honest, this young man has already joined Yunying Poetry Club. His poems can naturally represent us." Zhao Yunrou looked around at everyone and said slowly.

As soon as these words came out, several women in Yunying Poetry Club, including Wan Ruoqing Zeng Zuimo, were stunned.

"When did this young man join Yunying Poetry Club?"

Li Yi was also stunned. When did he join Yunying Poetry Club? How come he didn't know?

At this moment, Li Yi saw the woman winking at him in a very hidden way, and he immediately understood.

Well, from now on, he is already a member of Yunying Poetry Club...

At the same time, there was an uproar among the people around.

"How is this possible!"

"He is a man!"

"The Yunying Poetry Club has always been only women. When has a man ever joined?"

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Obviously, what Zhao Yunrou said just now has brought them a big shock. The Yunying Poetry Club is composed of several talented women from Qing'an Prefecture, but has never absorbed any men. Where did this guy come from?

"The Yunying Poetry Club has always been only women. This is a well-known fact. Miss Zhao, please don't joke." Su Wentian still had a faint smile on her face. Zhao Yunrou's words were obviously just a plan for power, but she used the wrong method and could not withstand being exposed.

"Oh?" Zhao Yunrou smiled at everyone and said, "When did we say that the Yunying Poetry Club only allows women to join?"

The smile on Su Wentian's face froze.

The surrounding noise gradually became smaller.

Everyone's face showed a trace of astonishment, showing a thoughtful look.

Soon, they realized that from beginning to end, the Yunying Poetry Club seemed to have never said such a thing!

Just because of the name of Yunying Poetry Club and the fact that all the members of the club are women, they naturally had the previous thoughts. But the president of the poetry club has personally refuted the rumor and denied that only women can join Yunying Poetry Club. What else can they say?

"No wonder when this scholar came in, he was so familiar with Miss Wan and the women of Yunying Poetry Club. It turns out that he is also a member of Yunying Poetry Club."

"The Yunying Poetry Club actually allows men to join. It turns out that we have been wrong all along."

"In this case, this poem can naturally represent Yunying Poetry Club. If they can participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival tomorrow, with this person, Yang Yanzhou and Shen Zhao will also be disappointed on the spot!"

"The title of the first talent in Qing'an Prefecture is probably going to change hands..."

"Not entirely. Although this poem is good, every time Shen Zhao writes a poem, it will be widely circulated in brothels and music halls. In this regard, no matter how good the poem is, it cannot compare with it."

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Everyone just thought that the words were just a power-saving trick of Zhao Yunrou, but when they thought about the scholar who came in just now, he went straight to the Yunying Poetry Club and behaved intimately with Wan Ruoqing and the others, which was unusual. They thought that they should have known each other for a long time, and there was no doubt in their hearts.

The two scholars who came in with Li Yi stood behind the crowd, staring at him blankly, muttering, "It turns out that brother really knows Miss Wan, and he is also a member of the Yunying Poetry Society. You... have kept it a secret from us!"

Su Wentian's face was gloomy. He never thought that Zhao Yunrou's words would make his offensive come to naught. That gentleman was actually a member of the Yunying Society. It was really beyond his expectation.

But he would never give up like this. Tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival would be his time to shine and make a splash. He would never allow anyone to disrupt it. He looked up at Zhao Yunrou and gritted his teeth and said, "Even so, this poem cannot count, because today's competition is about Mid-Autumn Ci, not Mid-Autumn Poetry!"

When Su Wentian said this, Zhao Yunrou was slightly startled at first, and then said angrily, "What's the difference between poetry and lyrics? Even the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival has always had both poetry and lyrics!"

Su Wentian heard this and said lightly, "But what we are competing for today is indeed Mid-Autumn Ci. Miss Zhao can't deny this, right?"

Zhao Yunrou was speechless for a moment and couldn't find a reason to refute.

When the poetry societies set the rules, they actually did not take this situation into consideration, because talented people who are good at writing poetry are rare. At poetry gatherings, ci often account for more than 90%, and even if there are poems, they are all mediocre. Therefore, there is no difference between the Mid-Autumn Festival poems and Mid-Autumn Festival ci, because in the end, a ci will definitely win.

What she never expected was that Su Wentian actually seized this loophole. In this way, the Mid-Autumn Festival poem that can be passed down through the ages will not count today.

After Su Wentian finished speaking, the talented people around him also frowned.

"Su Wentian's mind is too narrow. Even if he has some talent, he will never achieve great things!"

"I never thought that Su Wentian was such a person."

"When the rules were set, this point was overlooked, otherwise there would not be the current situation."

"Although Su Wentian is a bit shameless, but... this time he really stood on the side of reason."

"What a pity... If this masterpiece surpasses all the talented people at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Conference, we will also be proud of it later... What a pity!"

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After today, Su Wentian's image in the minds of many talented people in the room will definitely plummet, but he can't care about it at the moment. If he can become famous at tomorrow's poetry meeting, then he will gain far more than he will lose.

"So, today's leader is none other than Brother Su?"

The young man named Liu who had just had a conflict with Li Yi smiled, looked at Li Yi and the women of Yunying Poetry Club with gloating, and said.

Zhao Yunrou and several other women from the Yunying Poetry Club had angry expressions on their pretty faces, but they could not speak.

Zeng Zuimo was a little anxious, and his heart was full of surprises and huge disappointment... Was he still a failure after all?

"Young Master, this is all Ruoqing's fault. I didn't explain it to you in advance." Wan Ruoqing looked at Li Yi apologetically, with red eyes, and whispered.

If she could have thought of this in advance, the current situation would not have occurred.

"Yunying Poetry Club, what a pity..."

"Don't be too pessimistic. After today, with this poem alone, the scholar will be famous throughout Qing'an Mansion, and the Yunying Poetry Society will also be known to everyone."

"Su Wentian lost the hearts of the people. Even though he won, he was actually defeated. Even though Yunying Poetry Society lost, it was still glorious!"

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The rules cannot be changed. Although the talented people present could not understand Su Wentian's behavior, they could only sigh with regret at Yunying Poetry Society.

Apart from this poem, Su Wentian's Mid-Autumn Festival poems indeed surpassed others.

"I'm afraid I have to congratulate Brother Su in advance!" The young man named Liu smiled and cupped his hands and said to Su Wentian.

"Brother Liu, it's too early to speak, it's too early to speak!" Su Wentian cupped his hands with a humble look on his face.

Seeing the two people singing along hypocritically, Li Yi sighed leisurely.

"Master..."

Wan Ruoqing looked up at him with an apologetic look on her face. Just when she was about to speak, Li Yi waved his hand, looked at her and said somewhat reproachfully: "If you want words instead of poems, you should have said it earlier..."