"Poetry Club?" Tang Yu frowned, and a look of shame appeared on his face. He said sincerely: "Brother Qinghou, I... I really don't understand poetry. Please spare me in the poetry club?"

On the meadow, Tang Yu and the green-robed scholar stood side by side. He did not expect Xie Cong would invite him to the poetry meeting.

Xie Cong, whose courtesy name is Qinghou, has become familiar with him these days. The two of them talk about anything, but they just attended the poetry meeting...

Tang Yu doesn’t understand poetry at all, so wouldn’t it be boring to participate in a poetry meeting?

Xie Cong smiled slightly and said, "Brother Tang, don't be too humble. This time, there are poetry meetings in major middle schools in Wuling. As a scholar, how can you not participate in poetry meetings? Besides, you don't have to do poetry when you attend poetry meetings. The scholars drink and have fun, show their talents and knowledge, and make friends with each other through literature, but it is also the top priority of poetry meetings.

After all, Brother Tang is going to take the exam for fame and fortune. How could he be so dissatisfied?"

Tang Yu shook his head and said, "I'm going to know that Brother Qinghou, so far, I have not even settled for school, and it's even more out of reach for the exam. I'll see this poetry meeting... I'll better not go!"

Xie Cong frowned and said, "Brother Tang, you are a little unkind now. You and I will talk to each other and say everything. In the future, we should encourage each other in terms of talent and learning. Poetry Club is a place where scholars from all directions are gathered. I invite you to go with you with my sincere heart. How can you shirk responsibility like this?"

Tang Yu smiled awkwardly, feeling a little embarrassed.

Xie Cong is really good, has a very talented and very good at Tang Yu.

And what he said makes sense. Although Tang Yu is now addicted to his own small world every day, he still can't escape the level of learning.

After all, he had to study the Four Books and Five Classics and do the Eight Essays to test his fame and fortune, and he could not escape this.

Who asked him to be born in Chu and in the East?

After pondering for a long time, Tang Yu nodded and said, "Brother Qinghou, can I go to the poetry meeting with you? We can watch the football with peace of mind now!"

Xie Cong was overjoyed and stroked his hand, "That's a matter of determination. On the day of the poetry meeting at the end of the month, I will personally pick up my brother, and then we will go to Jiangxin Island together..."

Seeing Xie Cong looking happy, Tang Yu smiled unnaturally. With the extra poetry meeting in his mind, he felt that he was a little absent-minded when watching football today.

Walking back from the meadow by the river, it was already the end of the year. The sky was already bright, and Tang Yu was worried all the way.

In recent days, his ears have been filled with various discussions about poetry meetings.

The Zhou family's yard is extremely busy these days, with decoration inside and outside, and some servants and maids chattering, saying that they want to prepare for a poetry meeting.

Even on Wuling Street, many places have decorated lanterns and banners, all about poetry gatherings.

The poetry gathering seems to be very important. Judging from the current situation, the entire Wuling City is preparing for this grand event. Even the vendors on the street have begun to sell some lanterns, tassel pendants about the poetry gathering, and some riddles and couplet games related to the poetry gathering.

Yesterday, Su Yong told him with some worries that he would have to wait until the poetry meeting to settle the matter.

And today, he actually received an invitation from Xie Cong to attend the poetry meeting, and he felt that his little world was a little messed up.

It felt like the end-of-term exams in middle school were coming. He usually devoted his time to mathematics. Whenever the exam was due, he had to interrupt his interest and then make up for the knowledge he had fallen into other homework.

Otherwise, the exam results would be too poor and the parents would not be able to spare him, and the next semester would be very sad.

Now Tang Yu writes and calculates questions during the day and studies at night. He is originally leisurely and very comfortable and devoted, but at this time a poetry meeting suddenly pops up, which makes him think that he will go to school after all, and that he can't escape the study of the Four Books and Five Classics and Poems, and his emotions naturally fluctuate.

Therefore, he was not in a hurry to go home, and just wandered around the street aimlessly...

...

Chen Xiaozhu came out of the Holy See as usual, but she was very worried.

Sure enough, I met that person outside the school.

She frowned and was about to turn around, but the man came over with a slutty smile on his face. Looking at this man, he was wearing a white silk robe, which was a bit old. Although it was clean and clean, his color turned a little gray. However, it was a silk robe after all, and he was not a scholarly family but could wear a silk robe. At first glance, he was a high scholar who had achieved fame and fortune.

He has white face and strong eyebrows. When he smiles, he gives people a very real sense of stability.

"Xiaozhu, Xiaozhu, please slow down! Today I bought your favorite snack. After you go back, you can try it and ensure it is delicious..."

Chen Xiaozhu frowned deeper, her face became even more gloomy, and her long skirt swayed. She turned her head and said, "Wang Mao, can you...can you not come here every day? The discipline of the Holy See is very strict. You are like this, which makes me a little... embarrassing..."

The scholar named Wang Mao tidied his clothes and said, "Xiaozhu, what are you talking about? I am no longer the elementary school student who was looked down upon by people in the Holy See back then. I have already obtained the fame of high school in Wangdu. This time I went back to Wuling, and the prefect said that after the poetry meeting, I will let me go. I am already a practitioner with fame and status. Why do you feel embarrassed when you interact with me?"

"Tell me, who looks down on me? Is it Ruth? or Zhang Xiangdong and the others?"

Chen Xiaozhu pursed her lips, looked at Wang Mao with some complexity, and lowered her head and said nothing.

Wang Mao's tone slowed down and said, "Xiaozhu, I know you have some misunderstandings about me, thinking that I betrayed the doctrine for fame and talent, but... the only way out is to gain talent and fame in Dachu. The Western learning of the Holy See is just a strange and lewd skill after all. Even if you become a master, how can you compare with fame?

People go to high places and water flows to low places. Isn’t all this for you?”

Chen Xiaozhu then took a step back and waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Wang Mao, this... has nothing to do with me. I... am a disciple of the Holy See. It is better for us to contact less. Let the Wuling academic community know about it, and it will not be beneficial to you!"

Wang Mao's face changed, his eyes stared at Chen Xiaozhu tightly and said, "Xiaozhu, can you...you can never forgive me? Do you know that Li Yilan has made a special trip to find me and asked me to find a teacher for her. I also want to work harder in talent studies!"

"Ah..." Chen Xiaozhu's face changed, and she seemed to be a little lost.

After a long time, Chen Xiaozhu's face returned to normal and looked at Wang Mao and said, "We should not contact each other in the future. I am a student of the Holy See... Your contact with me will affect you. There is no need to talk about this matter..."

After she said that, she turned her head and left in a hurry.

Wang Mao frowned and followed without saying a word.

"Xiaozhu, Xiaozhu, think about it again, think about it calmly, don't you know my thoughts? I'm not afraid of the rumors in the academic world. I... am sincere to you, it doesn't matter if you don't take the exam for fame and fortune. I...I still like you..."

Chen Xiaozhu's face was bright red, ashamed and annoyed, but Wang Mao still chased him and said, "It's really okay, Xiaozhu, look, there are scholars from the scholarly family standing outside the Holy See!"

Chen Xiaozhu paused, and looked at the position where Wang Mao pointed. Suddenly, she stopped and stood there on the spot. Her eyes looked towards the direction of the Holy See, and she was in a daze for a moment...
Chapter completed!