Happy Little Scholar

"Actually, the scholar doesn't look like a disciple. I'm afraid there might be some misunderstanding." The slightly older woman from the Yunying Poetry Society said after pondering for a moment.

Zeng Zuimo also understood at this time that the scholar probably didn't mean it, but his ignoring attitude just now still made her angry. Although her impression of him as a disciple had changed, she was still angry.

The woman named Wan Ruoqing on the side was slightly surprised when she saw the expression on Zeng Zuimo's pretty face. The scholar seemed to have a gentle temper, how could he make her so angry?

At this moment, recalling what happened just now, I gradually began to speculate in my mind that he came over to ask for pastries, fearing that he thought she was a maid here...

She couldn't help but look down at her 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 raised my head and looked in that direction, I happened to see the scholar pick up a piece of preserved fruit. After counting his breath, he picked up a piece of pastry. He counted his breath again, 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 and essays written by those talented people.

"What a strange scholar..."

Seeing the scholar who was focused on the food in front of him without any distractions, Ruo Qingying slightly opened her lips and thought in her heart.

Not long after, someone over there came up with new lyrics, which caused a round of applause. Several women got up from their seats and walked over there.

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As Li Yi sat there, he 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 masterpieces passed down from generation to generation, Li Yi couldn't help but twitch his lips. What good poems and words these people call good Mid-Autumn Festival poems are just a few people high themselves up to the moon. .

When mentioning the Mid-Autumn Festival poems, what comes to mind should be "Raise your head to invite the bright moon, lower your head to miss your hometown", it should be "raise your glasses to invite the bright moon, and make three people in the shadow", it should be "I hope that people will live forever, and we will share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away"... ..., compared with those poems that have been passed down for centuries, what is being praised by everyone at this time?

The hint of disdainful ridicule at the corner of Li Yi's mouth was keenly caught by Zeng Zuimo, who had been glaring at him not far away.

"I don't know if I can write any good poems, but I am very arrogant." He snorted coldly, and his heart had already put Li Yi on the spot as a man with no talent and no arrogance.

"Ouch!"

Xiaohuan's exclamation sounded in Li Yi's ears. He hurriedly turned around and saw that the little maid was covering her head, and a young man opposite was covering his chest, and the clothes in front of him were wet.

"Master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The little maid looked panicked on her face, and she hurriedly lowered her head and apologized to the other party.

The young man obviously didn't have a good temper. He was hit and splashed tea all over him. He was about to scold him with a cold face. When he raised his head and saw that the person in front of him was such a pretty girl, he looked startled at first, and suddenly a flash of light flashed in his eyes. An inexplicable brilliance.

"It's okay, it's okay..." The young man smiled and reached out to help her, but at this moment, a figure blocked his way.

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, "Is this girl... my maid?"

"The little maid is ignorant and has caused trouble to brother." Li Yi bowed his hand to him and said a little apologetically.

"It's just a trivial matter." The young man glanced at the little maid, with a strange look in his eyes. Then he looked at Li Yi and asked with a smile: "Brother, he looks very cool, but I, a talented man from Qing'an Mansion..."

Li Yi noticed the way he looked at Xiaohuan and saw that he was obviously starting to get closer. He frowned and said a few words casually.

Just when he was about to become impatient, the young man suddenly changed the topic, pointed at the two girls standing behind him and said, "I wonder what you think of these two maids?"

Li Yi looked up at him, wondering what the other party meant.

The two girls were about seventeen or eighteen years old. They were supposed to be the innocent age of girls, but their brows showed signs of fatigue and their eyes were dull, far less agile than Xiao Huan's.

The young man smiled slightly and said: "To be honest, I am very fond of my brother's maids. If my brother agrees to part with me, I am willing to exchange these two maids."

When the two girls standing behind the young man heard these words, their expressions moved slightly. They looked up at Li Yi, and a glimmer of light appeared in their eyes.

"Uncle..." When the little maid heard this, her pretty face turned pale, and she immediately grabbed the corner of Li Yi's clothes tightly, for fear that Li Yi would change her out.

"Sorry, I have no idea about my brother's maid." Li Yi looked up at her and replied lightly.

"I mean it sincerely. Why should I reject you thousands of miles away? To be honest, my father is the magistrate of Anxi County. If anything happens to my brother in the future, I may be able to help you." Li Yi had no intention of agreeing, but the young man was not in a hurry and still said with a smile.

Qing'an Prefecture City is within the jurisdiction of Anxi County. Although there are still many people in the prefecture who can suppress the Anxi County Magistrate, in the eyes of most people, this title is still scary.

The young man's words are apparently a negotiation, but in fact they are threats.

What he wants to express secretly is... I just like this girl. You have to change it whether you want to or not. I am the son of the county magistrate. It's up to you to decide whether to change it or not...

However, the title of the county magistrate's son can scare others, but not Li Yi.

He slept in the prince's mansion and visited brothels with the prince's son. The son of the county magistrate is nothing!

The young man did not deliberately conceal his words just now. The exchange of maids and concubines between literati has existed since ancient times. In their eyes, it is a normal thing. At this moment, many people have gathered around, smiled and said a few words for the young man.

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"The Liu guy is not a good guy. If the girl falls into his hands, she will probably be abused again."

"I wonder if the scholar...will he change..."

"The Liu guy's father is the county magistrate. I'm afraid the scholar...sigh..."

Not far away, several women from Yunying Poetry Club sighed, their faces not looking good.

After all, they are also women, and they certainly can't stand the exchange of women as goods.

Wan Ruoqing also sighed. Although she was very angry about such a thing, it was not something they could change.

"This guy, he shouldn't change, right?"

Although he hated Li Yi in his heart, for some reason, Zeng Zuimo actually had an inexplicable confidence in him.

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"It's just a maid. A gentleman should help others to achieve their goals. If you are willing to give it up, it will probably become a good story in today's poetry meeting." At this time, a young man who seemed to be famous came up, looked at Li Yi with a smile, and said, "I am Su Wentian, the president of Dongli Poetry Society. Brother Liu is my friend. Please give me some face."

Don't hit a smiling person. Li Yi gave him a bright smile and said, "Sell your mother!"

"Puff!"

The next moment, the scene became quiet in an instant. Zeng Zuimo just took a sip of tea and suddenly spit it out.

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