The door is closed, and the golden nails and animal-faced knockers on the red lacquered wooden door are gilded by the sun, which also adds a bit of mysterious brilliance to this poetry society.

Wei Yiran stepped forward first and knocked on the door knocker, but it took almost half a cup of tea before a gap slowly opened in the door.

A person dressed as a scholar poked his head out and asked Wei Yiran without raising his eyes, "I don't know what happened when the son knocked on the door in a hurry?" ”

"I have heard for a long time that there are a lot of young talents in the Qingqing Poetry Society, and today my son passed by here, so he wanted to meet friends with his writing, and asked the little brother to make it convenient."

"The Qingqing Poetry Club is not open to the public, and members are required to enter the door." The little guy still didn't raise his eyes, and his tone was very arrogant.

"Then how can I join the Poetry Society?"

The scholar raised his hand and pointed casually, "There's no registration office over there, go ask yourself!" After saying that, he unceremoniously slammed the door shut.

In fact, as early as when Wei Yiran knocked on the door, Li Qia had already seen a small plaque standing at the east corner door, on which were written the words "registration office".

She just wanted to get a glimpse of it first, but the door was only open with a gap, and even flies flew in to lose weight first.

It seems that she has the heart to get close to Zheng Wenhao, so she can only sign up to join this poetry club.

"Cousin, cousin, let's go and sign up."

"I just don't know what it takes?" Wei Yiran said.

"Of course you need to compose a poem!" Wei Yiyun's little face was raised, and the usual shyness on her face had faded a little, and composing poetry obviously made her more confident.

"Then go ahead and give it a try." Li Cha knocked on the folding fan in his hand, raised his feet and went there first.

There is no one to stop the registration office, you can enter and exit at will, there are two stewards in the house, and the requirements for joining the society are posted on the wall, and the conditions for men and women to join the poetry club are listed on two notices.

The conditions for men and women are slightly different: men must not be more than 20 years old, and they need to submit a poem made on the spot first, and if they pass, they will be required to pay a fee of 100 taels per year.

The little lady is only sixteen years old, and she only needs to write poems, and if she passes, she can be exempted from social fees, but she must be of good character.

How can there be such a thing?

Can a little lady be exempted from social fees if she is good-looking?

It seems that the seemingly elegant place of the Qingqing Poetry Society is a place to look at money and face.

I knew she wouldn't have dressed as a man.

This 100 taels of silver is not a small amount, and the banner of meeting friends with literature here is actually meeting friends with money and meeting friends with appearance!

Fortunately, she has a cousin who is quite rich, Li Qia quietly winked at Wei Yiran, "Cousin, you have money, please join my cousin and me." ”

"yes, cousin." Wei Yiyun also came to pull Wei Yiran's sleeve, and being able to join the Qingqing Poetry Club made her very excited.

Wei Yiran raised his forehead, and he knew that he would come today, and the role he would play should be more than just knocking on the door.

At this time, he can also gladly accept the fate of being pitted, "If my cousin and sister pass the poetry level, I will naturally not spare this bit of silver." "Although his Wei family is ostensibly practicing medicine, there is still a jade mine in Yuyang, and his grandfather also instructed him to be more generous to his cousin.

"Then cousin, thank you cousin first." Li Cha walked over and stretched out his hand to take care of the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone that the two stewards were going to use for composing poems.

"These cost five taels of silver." The steward who sat in front of the bookcase.

How much pen, ink, paper, and inkstone can be bought for five taels of silver, this Qingqing Poetry Society is really a high-consumption place!

Wei Yiran took out his purse and stepped forward to hand over the silver taels of the three people, and personally took the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and spread it out on the bookcase, and then beckoned Li Qia and Wei Yiyun to sit down and write poems.

Wei Yiyun probably thought of a poem a long time ago, and after sitting down, he quickly picked up the pen and wrote it, and quietly pulled Li Cha's sleeve, "Cousin, don't say that my cousin doesn't want you, I'm done writing, do you want to copy it?" ”

Li Cha: "......"

This cousin usually teaches too well, and never forgets to let her copy her homework at any time.

Although she Li Cha is a person with golden fingers, and she has countless Tang and Song poems in her head that have been handed down to future generations, but it also takes brain cells to recall and write it by hand, isn't it?

So, Li Qia cast a cousin's obedient look at Wei Yiyun, and "shamelessly" quietly pulled the poems written by Wei Yiyun.

Wei Yiyun thought for a moment, and then picked up the pen and wrote another poem for himself.

At the same time, Wei Yiran's was also finished, so he got up and handed over the poems written by the three of them to the manager at the registration office.

"There are a lot of people who have signed up here, and you will come back in three days to hear the results." The steward patted a stack of papers on the bookcase, all of which were poems written by the people who had come to sign up.

"It's going to be three days later, so let's go first." Li Qia glanced at Wei Yiran and Wei Yiyun, and the three of them left the registration office together.

As soon as he walked to the door, he met a son, who was about the same age as Wei Yiran, and there was nothing special about his dress.

It's just that handsome face, but it won't let Li Cha ignore it anyway.

In her mind, the image that she didn't want to recall once again appeared.

Li Qing and a man were salvaged from the moat, their whole bodies swollen, and people couldn't bear to look at them directly.

And the male corpse next to her is the one who just walked over alive, named Zhao Changfeng, the youngest son of the former Dongping Bo.

Li Cha clenched his fists tightly, as if he wanted to grasp Li Qing's future fate, and did not dare to let go.

Zhao Changfeng also came to the Qingqing Poetry Club to sign up?

Does that mean that he began to know Li Qing or Zheng Wenhao at this time?

If she had stopped him from signing up at this time, would it have been possible to prevent the tragedy from happening?

But without this Zhao Changfeng, would Li Qing be happy?

In the final analysis, she doesn't trust Zheng Wenhao at all.

"Cousin, what's wrong with you?" Wei Yiran looked at Li Cha, who had stopped.

Wei Yiyun also stretched out his hand and shook it in front of her eyes, "Cousin, you are already a married person, why do you have to look at other men." The subtext seems to say, Grandpa Huo, the best-looking man, is already your future husband, why do you still want to see others.

Li Cha slapped her hand away, "Which eye of yours saw me looking at other men?" ”

"Two eyes!" Wei Yiyun blinked.

"You little traitor!" Li Qia stretched out his hand to rub her hair, but turned to Wei Yiran and said, "Cousin, you pretended to have dropped something and went back to look for it, and see if the boy who just went in also signed up?" ”

Wei Yiran didn't ask much and turned around, and Li Qia also calmed down and rethought.

It turned out that she didn't want to investigate anything from this Zhao Changfeng, but now that he has sent it to the door, she doesn't mind catching it all.

As long as they have nothing to do with Li Qing in this life, Li Qing will not have to repeat such a tragic fate.

Soon Wei Yiran came out of it and whispered to Li Cha: "That son is composing poetry at this time. ”

Li Qia bowed his head, and his mind had been decided, "Today, my cousin has a treat, let's go to the teahouse opposite to sit down." ”