"you!"
Seeing the scholar leaving with the little girl's hand indifferently, the anger on Zeng Zui Moqiao's face became more intense, but seeing that many people had noticed this way at this time, he still had some scruples in his heart, and snorted coldly, Did not catch up again.
That night on the stage, the scholar rushed up and grabbed her hand like crazy. She was really frightened, and subconsciously regarded him as a disciple.
But after thinking about it carefully later, I felt that he didn't seem to want to take advantage of me, but when I thought that he would leave without even saying an apology, I was naturally a little angry.
Thinking about this matter in my heart these days, I always feel uncomfortable. When I saw the scholar who didn't understand etiquette again, all the accumulated anger was vented.
I thought that if he explained it seriously and apologized sincerely, it would not be impossible to expose this matter, but who would have thought that he would ignore him so much, let alone apologize a little bit.
"I'm so mad at this girl!"
After stroking her chest a few times, she felt a little more comfortable in her heart.
"Zui Mo, what happened?" Seeing her like this, several women looked at each other in blank dismay. For some reason, Wan Ruoqing stepped forward to look at her and asked in doubt.
"We'll talk about this later. Sister Ruoqing, where is the sweet-scented osmanthus cake I asked you to bring me?" Zeng Zuimo shook his head, suppressing the anger in his heart, thinking of diverting his attention with something happy.
It is her habit to eat when she is unhappy.
"this… "
Wan Ruoqing's expression froze, and an embarrassing expression appeared on her pretty face.
"Could it be that you forgot?" Seeing her expression, Zeng Zuimo said with a bitter expression.
"Cough, Zui Mo, you should tell us what happened just now." The older woman coughed dryly.
"It's just a disciple, what can I say..."
Zeng Zuimo's eyes stared fiercely at Li Yili's back again, his silver teeth clenched, and he deliberately emphasized the title "Dengtuzi".
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"Uncle, what is a 'Dengtuzi'?"
On the other side, the little maid scratched her head curiously, looked up at Li Yi and asked.
Just now that beautiful sister said that my uncle is a "Dengtuzi", she seemed very angry, but what is a Dengtuzi
Xiaohuan still hasn't figured it out yet.
"Little girl, don't ask random questions." Li Yi rubbed her head and said.
"Little girl... Jiajia?"
The little girl's face showed doubts again, but this time she probably understood what Li Yi meant, she lowered her head and rubbed the corner of her clothes and murmured softly: "Xiaohuan is fifteen years old, not too young..."
"Uncle..."
She raised her head and was about to ask another question, Li Yi picked up a pastry from the table beside her and stuffed it into her mouth, "Try this..."
She said "Wu Ya" and "Wu Ya" in her mouth, but she couldn't hear clearly, but the little girl also knew that the uncle seemed unwilling to answer the question just now, and after swallowing the cake, she stopped talking.
What exactly does Dengtuzi mean? When you get back to the village, you can ask the young lady to find out...
By the way, the beautiful sister just now seems to have seen it somewhere...
The girl sat there, resting her chin with one hand, and glanced over there from afar, just happened to see Zeng Zuimo's side face, after a slight start, she seemed to remember something, her beautiful eyes widened suddenly, her small mouth Also opened in surprise.
At this time, the figure of that "beautiful sister" finally overlapped with a certain shadow in the little girl's memory... The woman in the picture scroll that my uncle asked her to lock in the cabinet, isn't the woman on it just now? Pretty sister
For a moment, the little servant girl seemed to have discovered something extraordinary, and her heart immediately became turbulent.
She had thought before that my uncle might like the woman in the painting very much, so he would let her carefully put it away and lock it in the cabinet. The little girl didn't dare to ask many things, so she could only think in her heart, my uncle and that beautiful woman girl, what kind of story did she have...
It's just that every time I think of it, I feel a little sour in my heart.
Fortunately, except for the hidden painting, my uncle is no different from before. After a long time, her heart has gradually relaxed.
But after seeing the woman in the painting today, the girl's heart finally began to panic.
Although she didn't understand what the beautiful sister said, she and the uncle did know each other... Was she so angry because the lady snatched the uncle away
The little maid didn't want to think in the worst direction, but because she was worried, she couldn't help guessing... What if my uncle left Xiaohuan and went away with that beautiful sister
If the uncle leaves, the young lady and the second young lady will be very sad, but the saddest one is Xiaohuan...
If my uncle is willing to bring Xiaohuan along... If so, then Xiaohuan will be so happy...
No, Xiaohuan can't leave. If Xiaohuan leaves too, there will only be two young ladies left in the family, and they will be even more sad...
It's best if my uncle doesn't leave, and everyone stays together as before... This is the best ending that the little maid can think of.
I don't know when, the poetry meeting will officially start, and it should be well prepared. After a while, someone has already made a few poems, and people from upstairs and downstairs gathered to comment on each other, but at this time, Li Yi listened to it from gossip. Here comes the bad news.
Today's competition is limited to a few poetry sessions. Even if someone else has made a good poem, it is not in the scope of the competition. At most, they can only get a few words of praise from others.
In other words, those few poetry clubs are the absolute protagonists today. Li Yi and the rest of the people here are just playing soy sauce and expressing their opinions on the poems they put out.
Of course, for Li Yi, what he cares about is not poetry or the qualifications to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting. If he is not qualified to participate in the written poetry test, then even if he does—copied the best poems, he will not be able to get the one hundred taels of silver .
He felt a little regretful at the moment, he should check the almanac when he went out today, it must be written that it is forbidden to go out, it is better to stay at home.
Not to mention being lost in front of those women, meeting that drunken girl is also a bad thing. Now, even the last bit of comfort in my heart is gone...
I thought about taking Xiaohuan and leaving here, but the fruit cakes here are really delicious, and it took me a lot of effort to get in, so going out like this is a bit uneconomical, so let's eat enough to pay for it first.
Thinking like this in my heart, when I turned my head, I saw the little maid holding her chin with one hand, she didn't know what she was thinking, the expression on her pretty face changed, sometimes she looked sad, sometimes she smiled, and for a moment, tears appeared in the corner of her eyes …
Just when Li Yi was wondering what kind of annual drama was going on in the little maid's heart, Zeng Zuimo's surprised voice came from the other side.
"What, my sweet-scented osmanthus cake was eaten by that apprentice!"
After learning what happened just now, Zeng Zuimo raised his brows, anger appeared on his pretty face again, and he looked in a certain direction like a knife in his eyes.
Li Yi felt something in his heart. When he looked up, the eyes of the two intersected in the air, as if sparks shot out. At the same time, he snorted coldly and turned his head away.