Yang Yi was stunned. Li Qingzhao was the vice president of Begonia Poetry Society?
Zhao Qianwei said," Do you know? It should be green fat red thin. Li Qingzhao's name is resounding throughout the capital. Who doesn't know him? Who doesn't know him?"”
Li Qingzhao bit his lips and said,"A little reputation is not worth mentioning. After meeting Young Master Yang today, I know that in the past, Qingzhao was so proud of his reputation. It was really laughable."”
Yang Yi rubbed his chin. He just remembered that Miss Li was a real talented woman. It was not surprising that her name shook the capital in her teens.
Li Qingzhao looked at Yang Yi and said hesitantly,"Young Master Yang is a great talent. If you have some free time, can we discuss poetry?”
Before Yang Yi could reply, Zhao Qianwei shouted,""No."
Seeing that everyone was looking at her, Zhao Qianwei blushed and said,""There is a difference between men and women. Yang Yi, don't ruin sister Qingzhao's reputation.”
Li Qingzhao was stunned. She had only said those words because she admired Yang Yi's talent. She hadn't thought too much about it.
Now that Zhao Qianwei had said it, she felt that it was inappropriate. It was inappropriate for her to be with a man when she was still unmarried. However, she had already said it, so she was a little hesitant.
Yang Yi observed Li Qingzhao's expression and knew that he was regretting his words.
He smiled indifferently." Lady Zhao is right. Moreover, I have to prepare for the imperial examinations in the next few days. I'm afraid I don't have that much time to study poetry."”
Li Qingzhao heaved a sigh of relief. Yang Yi was quite tactful, so she felt much more relaxed. Suddenly, her eyes lit up as she thought of a solution. She smiled and said,"Young Master Yang, if you join the Poetry Society, you can spar with us in the future.”
Yang Yi looked at the energetic young lady in front of him. She was brimming with the aura of youth. Her bright eyes were filled with the desire for knowledge. Her fair skin was as smooth as jade. She had a delicate nose and rosy lips. For a moment, he was a little infatuated.
"Young Master Yang?" Li Qingzhao avoided Yang Yi's burning gaze.
Yang Yi came to a realization and smiled." It's my honor to be able to discuss poetry with a talented woman like Miss Li."”
Yue Nu looked at her princess timidly. Based on her experience, she knew that the princess was going to be furious.
As expected, Zhao Qianwei had a stiff smile on her face. Her expression was not good, and her fists were clenched tightly.
However, she was still rational and did not do anything out of line.
"I want to join the poetry club too," she said with a smile.”
Li Qingzhao smiled." Of course you can. Begonia Poetry Society especially welcomes women like Sister Zhao."”
She turned to Yang Yi and hesitantly said,"Young Master Yang, you don't have to call me Miss Li. It's too formal. Just call me Qing Zhao."”
"Alright, Sister Qingzhao."”
Li Qingzhao was speechless.
Zhao Qianwei was speechless.
......
At this moment, the sky was getting dark.
Yang Yi carried a pile of things back with a relaxed expression. Today's harvest had already exceeded his expectations.
Not only did he get close to Li Qingzhao, but he also got to know the princess of the royal family.
Of course, there were also two little lolis.
Moreover, the rewards from the system were quite generous.
Although the grandmaster-level zither skill had not been verified yet, based on his experience, he could tell that the zither skill was not as good as the other two.
The skills of a grandmaster were complicated and complicated. Take his grandmaster painting skills as an example. Not only did it include modern painting techniques, but it also included many lost techniques from ancient times.
Li Qingzhao had thought that his sketching was a painting technique that would open up a new era. Little did he know that even his ink painting had reached the peak and was enough to leave his name in history.
Yang Yi counted his skills in detail. He had already mastered three of them, and they were all enough to establish a sect.
For a moment, he felt a little smug. He actually bought two roast chickens tonight.
Turning into the alley, he saw that there was no one in the dark alley. He was the only one there.
Because he lived in a rather remote area, he had to walk this way every day and was already used to it.
As for fear?
As a modern person, what kind of horror movies had he not watched?
As a firm materialist, although transmigration and the system had shattered his three views, he still did not believe in the existence of ghosts.
Since there was no supernatural existence, he was naturally fearless. Would a modern man who had been through many battles be frightened by the ignorant methods of the ancient times?
Besides, who would be so bored as to come out and scare him?
The pine trees were like ink, the moonlight was like water, the alley was quaint, the wind was blowing gently, and the air was fresh.
Yang Yi was slightly intoxicated. This was the era that scholars yearned for the most. This was the Great Song.
"Hmm? Why is it a little cold?" Yang Yi was stunned. He suddenly felt a chill on his neck, causing his hair to stand on end.
Just as he was about to turn around, a cold voice suddenly sounded by his ear.
"Don't move. If you move again, I'll kill you.”
Bang!
"Heroine, please spare my life!"
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