"Actually, that scholar doesn't look like a disciple. I'm afraid there may be some misunderstanding." The slightly older woman from Yunying Poetry Society said after pondering for a moment.
At this time, Zeng Zuimo also understood that the scholar probably didn't do it on purpose, but his ignoring attitude just now made her very angry. Although her impression of him as a disciple had changed, she was still very angry.
Seeing the expression on Zeng Zuimo's pretty face, the woman named Wan Ruoqing was also slightly surprised. The scholar seemed gentle, how did she get so angry
At this moment, recalling what happened just now, he gradually began to have guesses in his heart. He came to beg for pastries from himself, probably thinking of himself as a maid here...
He couldn't help but looked down at his clothes, did she look like a maid today
Whether it was because of this incident or because of Zeng Zuimo, she was more or less curious about the scholar.
When I looked up in that direction, I happened to see the scholar pick up a piece of preserved fruit, and after counting breaths, picked up another piece of pastry, counted breaths, drank a cup of tea, and picked up another piece of preserved fruit...
It seems that he is more interested in these things than the poems written by those talented scholars.
"What a strange scholar..."
Seeing the scholar who has no other distractions and concentrates on dealing with the food in front of him, Wan Ruo Qing's lips parted slightly, thinking so in his heart.
Not long after, someone over there made a new composition, which attracted a lot of applause. Several women got up from their seats and walked over there.
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Sitting there, Li Yi would occasionally hear a few verses written by the so-called talented people around him, followed by praise from everyone.
Listening to those people praising those poems as if they were famous works handed down from generation to generation, Li Yi couldn't help but twitched his mouth, what good poems and clever words, these people's so-called good Mid-Autumn Festival poems are just a few people cheering themselves on the moon .
When mentioning Mid-Autumn Ci, what comes to mind should be "raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head to think about your hometown", it should be "raise your glass to invite the bright moon, and you will form three people with each other", or "I hope you will live a long life and share the beauty of the moon"... , compared with those poems that have been handed down for generations, what are the things that are boasted by everyone at this time
Li Yi's mouth curled up like a disdainful sneer, which was keenly caught by Zeng Zuimo who had been staring at him not far away.
"I don't know what good poems I can make, but I'm very arrogant." With a cold snort, Li Yi had already been put on the spot in his heart, that kind of mad student with no talent but full of arrogance.
"Ouch!"
Xiaohuan's exclamation sounded in Li Yi's ears, and he hurriedly turned his head to look, only to find that the little maid was covering her head, and a young man opposite her was covering his chest, and the skirt in front of him was wet.
"My lord, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The little girl hurriedly lowered her head and apologized to the other party with a look of panic on her face.
The young man was obviously not in a good temper, he was hit with tea splashed all over his body, he was about to scold with a cold face, when he looked up and saw such a pretty girl in front of him, he was startled for a moment, then a flash of light suddenly flashed in his eyes Inexplicable brilliance.
"It's not in the way, it's not in the way..." The young man smiled and reached out to help her. At this moment, a figure stood in front of him.
Seeing this, the young man frowned slightly and asked, "Who are you?"
"Uncle."
Xiaohuan stood behind Li Yi like a child who made a mistake.
"Uncle?" The young man looked at Li Yi suspiciously, looked at him and asked, "This girl... is Xiongtai's maid?"
"The little girl is ignorant and has caused trouble for brother." Li Yi cupped his hands at him and said a little apologetically.
"It's just a small matter." The young man glanced at the little maid, with a strange look in his eyes, then looked at Li Yi and asked with a smile: "Brother looks very strange, but I'm a talented scholar from Qing'an Mansion..."
Li Yi noticed the way he looked at Xiaohuan, and seeing that he was obviously starting to flirt, he frowned, and casually opened his mouth to deal with it.
Just when he was about to get impatient, the young man suddenly changed the subject, pointed to the two girls standing behind him and said, "I wonder what you think of these two maids?"
Li Yi looked up at him, not knowing what the other party meant.
These two girls are about seventeen or eighteen years old, they should be the age of innocent girls, but their brows are full of fatigue, their eyes are dull, far from Xiaohuan's agility.
The young man smiled slightly and said: "To be honest, I am quite fond of the maids of my brother. If my brother agrees to cut off love, I am willing to exchange these two maids."
The two girls standing behind the young man changed their expressions slightly when they heard this, and looked up at Li Yi, with a gleam of light in their eyes.
"My lord..." The little girl turned pale when she heard the words, and immediately grabbed Li Yi's clothes tightly, for fear that Li Yi would change her out.
"I'm sorry, but I don't have any thoughts about the maid of your brother's station." Li Yi looked up at her and replied lightly.
"I'm sincere, brother, why should I refuse people thousands of miles away? To be honest, my father is the magistrate of Anxi County. If there is anything to do in the future, brother, I may be able to help you." See Li Yi didn't mean to agree, but the young man was not in a hurry, and still said with a smile.
Qing'an Fucheng is within the jurisdiction of Anxi County. Although there are still many people in the Fucheng who can suppress the Anxi County Magistrate, in the eyes of most people, this name can still scare people.
On the surface, the young man's words were a discussion, but they were actually a threat.
What I want to express secretly is... Young master, I just fell in love with this girl, you have to change it, you have to change it, you have to change it, young master, I am the son of the county magistrate, you can decide whether to change it or not...
However, the title of Young Master County Magistrate can scare others, but it can't scare Li Yi.
He has slept in the palace, visited the brothel with the son of the prince, the son of the county magistrate is nothing!
The young man did not deliberately conceal what he just said. The exchange of maidservants and concubines between literati has existed since ancient times. In their eyes, it is a very normal thing. At this moment, many people have gathered around Come over, speak with a smile, and say a few words for the young man.
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"Liu is not a good thing. If the little girl is in his hands, I'm afraid she will be ruined again."
"I don't know if the scholar... will change..."
"Liu's father is a county magistrate, the scholar is afraid... oh..."
Not far away, several women from the Yunying Poetry Club sighed, their faces not looking good.
After all, they are also women, so of course they don't like this kind of exchange of women as goods.
Wan Ruoqing also sighed, although she was very resentful towards such a thing, but it was not something they could change.
"This guy, shouldn't change?"
Although he hated Li Yi in his heart, for some reason, Zeng Zuimo had an inexplicable confidence in him.
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"It's just a maid. The beauty of a gentleman, if you are willing to part with him, I'm afraid it will become a good talk in today's poetry fair." Li Yi said, "I'm Su Wentian, the president of Dongli Poetry Club. Brother Liu is my friend. I ask you to show me your face."
Reaching out without hitting the smiling face, Li Yi returned the other party with a bright smile, and said, "Sell your mother!"
"puff!"
The next moment, the venue became instantly quiet. Zeng Zuimo just took a sip of tea and spit it out.