Seeing the scholar holding the little maid's hand and leaving with a calm expression, Zeng Zui Mo Qiao's face became even more angry. However, seeing that many people were paying attention to this area, she still had some scruples in her heart and snorted coldly,
Didn't catch up again.
That night on the stage, the scholar rushed up to her and grabbed her hand, looking crazy. She was really frightened, and she subconsciously regarded him as a traitor.
But after thinking about it carefully later, I felt that he didn't seem to want to take advantage of me, but thinking that he actually left without even saying an apology made me feel a little angry.
Thinking about this matter in my mind these days, I always feel uncomfortable. When I see the scholar who doesn't understand etiquette again, all the accumulated anger will be vented.
I thought that if he explained it carefully and apologized sincerely, the matter would not be unsolvable, but who would have thought that he would ignore me so much, let alone even have any intention of apologizing.
"This girl is so angry!"
After caressing her chest a few times, she felt a little more comfortable.
"Zui Mo, what happened?" Seeing her like this, several women looked at each other in confusion. For some reason, Wan Ruoqing stepped forward and looked at her, wondering.
"We'll talk about this later. Sister Ruoqing, where's the sweet-scented osmanthus cake I asked you to bring me?" Zeng Zuimo shook his head, suppressed the anger in his heart, and thought of diverting his attention with a happy thing.
She always eats when she is unhappy. This is her habit.
"this……"
Wan Ruoqing's expression froze, and an embarrassed expression appeared on her pretty face.
"You didn't forget it, did you?" Looking at her expression, Zeng Zuimo said with a bitter look on his face.
"Ahem, Zui Mo, you should tell us what happened just now." The older woman said with a dry cough.
"He's just a prostitute, what's there to say..."
Zeng Zuimo once again glared at Li Yi's departing back fiercely, gritted his teeth, and deliberately aggravated the title of "Deng Tuzi".
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"Uncle, what is a "disciple"?"
On the other side, the little maid scratched her head curiously, looked up at Li Yi and asked.
The beautiful sister just now said that my uncle was a "dengzi" and she seemed very angry, but what is a "dengzi"?
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?"
A look of confusion appeared on the little maid's face again, but this time she probably understood what Li Yi meant. She lowered her head and rubbed the corner of her clothes and murmured in a low voice: "Xiaohuan is already fifteen years old, not young..."
"Uncle..."
She raised her head and was about to ask something more when Li Yi picked up a piece of pastry from the table and stuffed it into her mouth, "Try this..."
He uttered a few words of "woo ah" and "woo ah" in his mouth, which could not be heard clearly. However, the little maid also knew that the uncle seemed unwilling to answer the question just now. After swallowing the cake, he stopped talking.
What does being a disciple mean? You will know after you return to the village and ask the young lady...
By the way, the beautiful sister just now seems to have been seen somewhere...
The girl sat there, holding her chin with one hand, and glanced over there from a distance. She happened to see Zeng Zuimo's side face. After a slight start, she seemed to have remembered something. Her beautiful eyes suddenly opened wide, and her small mouth opened.
He also opened his mouth in surprise.
At this time, the figure of the "beautiful sister" finally overlapped with a certain shadow in the little maid's memory... The picture scroll that her uncle asked her to lock in the cabinet, the woman painted on it, was not the same woman just now
A beautiful sister?
For a moment, the little maid seemed to have discovered something terrible, and her heart immediately surged.
She had thought before that her uncle was afraid that he liked the woman in the painting, so he asked her to carefully put it away and lock it in the cabinet. There were many things that the little girl did not dare to ask, so she could only think about her uncle and the beautiful girl in her heart.
What kind of story did this woman have...
But every time I think about this, I feel a little sour in my heart.
Fortunately, except for the hidden painting, her uncle was no different from before. As time passed, her heart 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 her uncle did know each other... Is she so angry because the young lady took her uncle away?
The little maid didn't want to think about the worst, but because she was worried, she couldn't help but guess... What if the uncle left Xiao Huan and left with the beautiful sister?
If my uncle leaves, the young lady and the second young lady will definitely be very sad, but the saddest one is Xiao Huan...
What if my uncle is willing to take Xiaohuan with him... If that's the case, then Xiaohuan will definitely be happy...
No, Xiaohuan can't leave. If Xiaohuan also leaves, there will be only two young ladies left in the family, and they will be even more sad...
It would be best if my uncle doesn't leave and we can still be together as before... This is the best ending that the little maid can think of.
I don’t know when the poetry meeting officially started. I must have been prepared for it. Not long ago, someone had already composed several poems. People gathered upstairs and downstairs to criticize each other. At this time, Li Yi heard from the gossip.
Here comes some bad news.
Today's competition is limited to a few poetry meetings. Even if others have written good poems, they are not within the scope of the competition. At most, they can only get a few words of praise from others.
In other words, those poetry guilds are the absolute protagonists today. Li Yi and the rest of the people here are just trying to express their opinions on the poems that others have presented.
Of course, for Li Yi, what matters is not poetry or the qualification to participate in any Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival. If he is not qualified to participate in the poetry written examination, then even if he does------copying the best poems, it will not be the same as that.
One hundred taels of silver has no chance.
He felt a little regretful at the moment. He should have checked the almanac when he went out today. It must have written on it that he should avoid traveling and should stay at home.
Not to mention being embarrassed in front of those women, it was also unfortunate to meet that drunken girl. Now, even the last bit of comfort in my heart is gone...
I thought about leaving with Xiaohuan, but the fruit cakes here are really delicious. It took a lot of effort to get in. It would be a bit uneconomical to go out like this. I need to eat enough first.
With this thought in my mind, when I turned around, 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. For a moment, tears actually appeared in the corners of her eyes.
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Just when Li Yi was curious about what kind of annual drama was going on in the little maid's heart, Zeng Zuimo's somewhat surprised voice came out from the other side.
"What, my sweet-scented osmanthus cake was eaten by that disciple!"
After learning what had just happened, Zeng Zuimo raised his eyebrows, anger appeared on his pretty face again, and he looked in a certain direction with knife-like eyes.
Li Yi felt something in his heart. When he looked up, the two people's eyes intertwined in the air, as if sparks were shooting out. At the same time, they snorted coldly and turned their heads.
