Zeng Zuimo hastily wiped off the water stains on his clothes, his pretty face filled with surprise.
At this moment, she had some doubts in her heart. Did she hear the sentence just now wrong
That scholar is a scholar after all, how could he say such unreasonable things
But when she turned her head, she saw that Wan Ruoqing and the other women had the same expressions as her, and they were obviously shocked, so they finally confirmed that what the scholar said just now were indeed those four words.
Her mouth opened slightly, and when she looked at the scholar standing in front of the little maid, her eyes changed for the first time.
"Young master, how could he..."
Wan Ruoqing's lips parted slightly, and she didn't know what expression was on her pretty face. Scholars are extremely educated, she has never seen any scholar say such vulgar words, and has always been disgusted by these in her heart, but for some reason, at this moment, she can't feel any hatred for that scholar Feelings.
If the scholar really succumbed to the young man's lust, she would be truly disappointed.
Unexpectedly, the scholar not only refused, but also refused in such a... unique way.
The women who belonged to the Yunying Poetry Club beside her all had curved mouths, wanting to laugh but trying to hold back so as not to lose their manners, it was really hard work.
But at this time, when they looked at the scholar again, they immediately felt that he was much more pleasing to the eye.
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"Sell your mother..."
Seeing the scholar on the opposite side say this sentence with a smile on his face, the young man named Su Wentian was stunned for a moment, then immediately turned red, pointed at Li Yi, his lips trembling, unable to speak Come on.
He is originally a scholar, and he is also a fellow in his daily dealings. As a well-known talented scholar in Qing'an Prefecture, he talks and laughs with great scholars, but there is no white man in his dealings-but who is there who just opens his mouth and "sells your mother"
Everyone is a scholar with status, can you speak more civilized
Even though he was short-tempered, he wanted to scold back regardless of his status, but no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't think of any curse words that could match those four words just now, and his face turned even redder.
It is really difficult for a scholar who has read sage books since he was a child to scold others with Li Yi, an old driver from the 21st century.
"Vulgar man!"
"Foul language is unbearable, unbearable!"
"It's really insulting, you, you are nothing but a scholar!"
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Around Su Wentian, several talents belonging to the Dongli Poetry Club were also stunned for a moment, but then their expressions changed drastically, and they accused Li Yilai with a livid face.
We are all scholars, even if you don't agree, everyone persuades you, it's enough if you don't agree, so why bother to scold others
In the face of these people's accusations, the expression on Li Yi's face remained unchanged. After all, like the curses of later generations, "your mother" is often used as the center of the circle, the 18th generation of ancestors as the radius, genitals as the main weapon, and obscenity as the main skill. Compared with the 360-degree all-round radiating, swearing method of manipulating the entire genealogy, swearing words such as "disgraceful", "in vain for a scholar" or even "Zhuzi" have no lethal effect on him.
Even because he was worried that this kind of swearing skills would be too powerful, Li Yi had already restrained himself very much just now. If he really got mad here, he would have to face a lawsuit.
Taking a step back, he really couldn't afford to be angry with these guys.
On the surface, they are gentle and gentle, all of them are so-and-so talented scholars, but secretly they are male robbers and female prostitutes. The things they do become more and more dirty, and some dirty things can even be traded on the table. In their view, it is extremely normal.
Especially when the talented man named Su Wentian smiled and asked him to sell his own face, Li Yi felt that giving him those four words was perfect.
Simple and crude, the effect is remarkable.
Dongli Poetry Society is today's favorite to win the championship, and it has attracted the attention of many people. It didn't take long for the strange situation here to attract the attention of many people. A lot of people looked around, and a few figures walked down the stairs...
After all, Su Wentian cherishes his own reputation. No matter what the outcome of today's incident is, it is not a good thing for him. He snorted coldly, turned around and left without saying a word.
Beside him, several people from Bailu Poetry Club also glared at Li Yi with fierce eyes, showing disdain to be with him.
"I remember you..."
The young man who claimed to be the county magistrate gave Li Yi a gloomy look, and said something coldly.
Behind him, a trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of the two girls, and they looked at the little maid standing behind Li Yi with envious eyes, and followed the young man and left silently.
"My lord, it's all Xiaohuan's fault..." After these people left one after another, the little maid grabbed Li Yi's clothes and said something sobbing, her eyes flickering.
"It's okay, Xiaohuan is not to blame for this matter." Li Yi smiled and rubbed her head, and said softly.
"But, they, they all said my uncle..." The little maid raised her head, two tears rolled down from her big jewel-like eyes, and it sounded to her that what those people said about my uncle was already very ugly.
"Well… "
He only spoke halfway, and Li Yi stuffed a piece of pastry into his mouth.
Li Yi squeezed the pretty face of the little girl, the girl's mouth was bulging, she blinked innocently at him, wiped away her tears, and said with a smile: "They are all bad people, they made our little girl Huan cried... After eating this pastry, we will go home."
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"The scholar's words just now are really refreshing!" On the other side, the sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl covered her mouth, tears were about to flow from her laughter.
Thinking of the expressions of Su Wentian and others when they just left, the women couldn't help laughing.
Also as women, they naturally couldn't understand those men who exchanged maids and even concubines as goods. The behavior of the scholar won a lot of goodwill in their hearts.
"Zui Mo, I think that young master doesn't look like a disciple at all, otherwise he would have exchanged those two girls." A woman looked at Zeng Zui Mo and asked, "Do you have something to do with him?" Misunderstand?"
"Even if he's not a disciple, he's not a good person..." Zeng Zuimo curled his lips and said disdainfully.
Anyway, she couldn't forgive that guy's attitude towards her.
Several people were chatting and laughing when suddenly there was a burst of shouts from upstairs. They all looked up and found many people gathered around a table.
"What happened over there, is there another masterpiece?"
In doubt, the elderly woman went up the stairs, and after a while, she came down with a paper raft in her hand and a worried expression on her face.