Yuan Ruxin couldn’t understand.
She impatiently said, "Aren’t you basically saying that you refuse to compete with ?"
Zhi’er couldn’t believe how dense she was.
The little fellow shook his head helplessly.
"Fortunately, the master didn’t take you as a disciple, otherwise, he would faint three tis a day from anger!"
Mo Yanchi’s refusal to take Yuan Ruxin as a disciple had always been her disgrace.
Unexpectedly, Zhi’er was bold enough to ntion it.
Yuan Ruxin gritted her teeth in anger: "Master Mo accepting you is his biggest failure! You don’t even dare to compete with in poetry!"
Zhi’er blinked her big eyes: "Compete, who said I wouldn’t?"
Yuan Ruxin was stunned: "But you just gave a long speech, weren’t you saying..."
The little fellow didn’t want to bother with her anymore, lifting her teacup: "Figure it out yourself."
Yuan Ruxin furrowed her brows in deep thought.
Then, the poetry contest began bustlingly.
The waiter distributed paper and pens to each table. Those who wanted to participate wrote their poems on the paper, marked their table number, and na.
They then placed them on the waiter’s red wooden tray, waiting for the tea house shopkeepers to judge them.
The the of this poetry contest was to compose poems centered around "Autumn."
Yuan Ruxin was overjoyed.
Just as she had found out!
To defeat Zhi’er, she had bribed one of Yasi Tea House’s shopkeepers two days ago.
Regarding "Autumn" poems, she had already prepared!
At this mont, Yuan Ruxin looked up at Zhi’er sitting opposite her.
The little fellow was playing with the brush, her attention completely not on the paper.
Yuan Ruxin sneered internally.
She must not be able to write anything.
She picked up her pen and began writing down the poem she rembered.
After finishing, Yuan Ruxin dried the ink, folded it, and handed it to the waiter beside her.
To her surprise, Zhi’er also handed hers over simultaneously.
She was taken aback: "You’re finished?"
Zhi’er had not written a word just now!
The little fellow nodded: "Yep."
Yuan Ruxin craned her neck to look at her paper.
Zhi’er quickly covered it, glaring with her round, bright eyes: "What are you looking at!"
Yuan Ruxin curled her lip: "Hmph, I won’t look then."
It must have turned out worse than hers!
Both handed their papers to the waiter.
At this ti, unknown to them, soone in the seemingly empty private room of Yasi Tea House, was watching Zhi’er’s direction.
His long, cold eyes were filled with contemplation.
After the waiter collected all the poems, they were sent to the second floor for the shopkeepers to select.
Zhi’er took the opportunity to finish almost two plates of pastries.
She rubbed her small belly with her hand: "Mm~ I’m full, I’m full."
Yuan Zhen, seeing this, smiled indulgently: "Junior Sister, want anything else? There’s a roast duck place across the street that seems nice, shall I get you so?"
Zhi’er shook her head: "I can’t eat anymore, thank you, Senior Brother."
Yuan Ruxin, however, couldn’t even drink tea.
She was afraid she wouldn’t get first place.
But, she should be fine.
Because that poem was written by her great teacher back in Yan Country, who specifically taught her.
This great teacher was one of the top talents in Yan Country.
Copying his poem should be no problem.
Soon after, the waiter, holding a tray, appeared with three shopkeepers, standing on the round stage.
"Esteed guests, thank you for waiting. We have chosen the leader of this poetry contest."
Yuan Ruxin eagerly awaited with anticipation.
Zhi’er picked up her teacup and started savoring her Biluochun Tea.
The little fellow was intoxicated by the sweet aroma of the tea.
Until the waiter announced the winner—
"First place goes to the person at table A, Zhizhi."
Yuan Ruxin and Zhi’er both widened their eyes.
Table A was their table!
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