The scholar was very busy. After hearing Ye Qiqi's words, he raised his head and glanced at her, then lowered his head and asked casually: "What do you want the pen for?"
"Write your wishes on the lamp." Ye Qiqi replied matter-of-factly.
"Just you?" The scholar raised his head again, looking at her with disdain in his eyes and said: "Little girl, do you know how to read? Can you write? I will lend you the brush, you can use it What?"
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Ye Qiqi looked at the scholar speechlessly for a long time before answering his words: "Why should I borrow a pen from you if I don't know how to write? Have you become stupid after studying for so many years?"
"You!" The scholar raised his head, glared at Ye Qiqi, then lowered his head again and said, "I won't borrow it!"
"If you don't want to borrow it, don't borrow it. What's the big deal? I'll ask someone else to borrow it!" Ye Qiqi made a face at the scholar, then grabbed Mo Hanqing's hand and planned to go to another stall.
"Hey, you all listen."
The scholar who was writing with his head down suddenly raised his head after hearing Ye Qiqi's words and said to the people around him who were helping people write their wishes: "You are not allowed to lend her the brush, do you hear me?"
After hearing these words, the few scholars around who were busy writing their wishes all looked towards Ye Qiqi in unison.
The scholar looked at Ye Qiqi with a triumphant expression and said: "These are all my classmates. If I tell them not to lend you a brush, they won't lend it to you. If you want to write your wishes, , just go to the back and line up obediently. At such a young age, you can’t pretend to be educated."
"You!!" Ye Qiqi became furious after hearing what he said.
This person is so annoying. Even if she doesn't want to lend pens to others, she still laughs at others for being uneducated and laughs at others. She even asks her companions not to lend her pens! !
This kind of thing is simply intolerable.
Without thinking, Ye Qiqi slapped the table in front of the scholar and said, "Will you lend me my brush or not?"
"I just won't lend it to you, what can you do to me?" The scholar glanced at Ye Qiqi and said with an expression on his face.
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Ye Qiqi lowered his head, gritted his teeth and tried to tell himself to try his best to restrain himself.
"How about it, how about it, if I don't give it to you, can you still come and grab it?" The scholar continued to challenge Ye Qiqi: "Little girl, it's not that I look down on you. I will stand up now and put the brush Hold it up in your hand, if you can get the brush in my hand, I will lend it to you, how about it??"
Mo Hanqing stood next to Ye Qiqi. After hearing the scholar's words, he couldn't help but squint his eyes. Just when he was about to go up and teach the ungrateful scholar a lesson, Ye Qiqi suddenly stretched out a small thin His arms came, and without saying a word, he grabbed the scholar's collar and lifted him up.
"Hey... you... you... put me down quickly." Before the scholar could realize what was going on, he was already in the air.
His feet were fluttering in the air, but they couldn't touch the ground.
Ye Qiqi squinted his eyes and looked at the person he was holding.
Speaking of which, the scholars are really powerless. Their bodies are so light that they are much easier to carry than the guards at the prime minister's house.