Zeng Zuimo hurriedly wiped off the water stains on his clothes, with deep surprise on his pretty face.
At this moment, she had some doubts in her heart. Did she hear the words just now wrong?
That scholar is a scholar after all, so why would he say such unreasonable things?
But when she turned around, she saw that Wan Ruoqing and several other women had the same expressions as hers, and they were obviously shocked. Only then did they finally confirm that what the scholar just said was 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.
"This young master, how could he..."
Wan Ruoqing's lips were slightly open, and she didn't know what the expression was on her pretty face. Scholars attach great importance to literacy. She has never seen any scholar say such vulgar words. She has always been very disgusted with these things in her heart, but she doesn't know why.
, at this moment, she could not feel any hatred towards the scholar.
If the scholar really succumbed to the young man's power, 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 around her all had their mouths curled up. They wanted to laugh but had to hold back to avoid losing their manners. It was really hard.
But at this moment, when they looked at the scholar again, they suddenly felt that he was much more pleasing to their eyes.
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"Sell your mother..."
Seeing the scholar opposite say this with a smile on his face, the young man named Su Wentian's face was startled for a moment, then immediately turned red, and pointed at Li Yi with his finger, his lips trembling and unable to speak.
Words come.
He was originally a scholar, and he was a member of the same profession in his daily dealings. As a well-known talent in Qing'an Prefecture, he talked and laughed like a scholar, but had no ordinary people in his dealings--but there was no scholar who said "sell your old mother".
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We are all distinguished scholars, can we speak in a more civilized manner?
Even though he was furious, he wanted to curse back regardless of his identity, but no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't think of any curse words that could match the four words just now, and his face turned even redder.
It is really difficult for a scholar who has read books from sages since childhood to curse Li Yibi, an old driver from the 21st century.
"Vulgar person!"
"Filthy words are unbearable, unbearable to be heard!"
"It's really insulting to gentlemen. You, you are simply unworthy of being a scholar!"
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Around Su Wentian, several talented people belonging to the Dongli Poetry Society 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, so even if you don’t agree, it’s enough for everyone to persuade you or not until you agree, so why bother scolding others?
Faced with the accusations from these people, the expression on Li Yi's face did not change. After all, the curses of later generations usually have "your mother" as the center, eighteen generations of ancestors as the radius, and ***** as the main weapon, meaning obscenity.
Compared with the main skill, 360-degree all-round radiation, C's scolding of the entire family tree, "insulting to gentlemen", "unworthy of being a scholar" or even "shuzi" have no lethality to him.
Even because he was worried that this curse skill would be too powerful, Li Yi had been very restrained just now. If he really pissed a few people off here, he would inevitably be sued.
To say the least, he really couldn't afford to get angry with these guys.
On the surface, they are gentle and elegant, they are all so-and-so talented people, open-minded and scholarly, but secretly they are male thieves and female prostitutes, doing more and more dirty things, and even some dirty things can be put on the table for trading. In their opinion, it is extremely normal.
Especially when the talented man named Su Wentian asked him to sell his face with a smile, Li Yi felt that it was most appropriate to give him those four words.
Simple and crude, the effect is remarkable.
Dongli Poetry Society was the favorite to win the championship today, and I don’t know how many people’s attention was affected. It didn’t take long for the strange situation here to attract the attention of many people. Many people looked around and walked downstairs. Several figures...
After all, Su Wentian cherished his reputation. No matter what the outcome of today's incident was, it was not a good thing for him. He snorted coldly and turned around and left without saying a word.
Beside him, several people from the Bailu Poetry Society also glared at Li Yi with vicious eyes, showing that they disdain to be associated with him.
"I remember you..."
The young man who claimed to be the county magistrate's son looked at Li Yi gloomily and said coldly.
Behind him, a trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of the two girls. They glanced at the little maid standing behind Li Yi with extremely envious eyes, and then left silently behind the young man.
"Uncle, it's all Xiaohuan's fault..." After these people left one after another, the little maid pulled the corner of Li Yi's clothes and said sobfully, with a sparkle in the corner of her eyes.
"It's okay, I don't blame Xiaohuan for this." Li Yi smiled and rubbed her head and said softly.
"But, they, they all said that my uncle..." The little maid raised her head, two tears rolled down from her big jewel-like eyes. To her, the words those people scolded her uncle were already unpleasant.
"Well……"
He only said half of his words before Li Yi stuffed a piece of pastry into his mouth.
Li Yi pinched the little maid's pretty face. The girl's mouth was bulging. She looked at him and blinked her eyes innocently. He wiped away her tears and said with a smile: "They are all bad people. They offended us little girls." Huan even cried... After finishing this piece of cake, let's go home."
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"What the scholar said just now is really refreshing!" On the other side, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl covered her mouth and almost shed tears of laughter.
Thinking of the expressions on Su Wentian and others' faces when they just left, the women couldn't help laughing.
As women, they naturally couldn't stand those men exchanging maids and even concubines as goods. The scholar's behavior won a lot of favor in their hearts.
"Zui Mo, I think that young man doesn't look like a prostitute at all, otherwise he would have replaced the two girls." A woman looked at Zeng Zui Mo and said, "Do you have anything to do with him? Misunderstand?"
"Even if he is not a disciple, he is not a good person..." Zeng Zuimo curled his lips and said disdainfully.
No matter what, the guy's attitude towards her was still unforgivable to her.
Several people were talking and laughing when suddenly there was a burst of shouting from upstairs. They all looked up and found that many people were surrounding a table.
"What happened over there? Could it be that another masterpiece has appeared?"
In doubt, the older woman went up the stairs, and after a moment, she came down holding a paper raft with a worried look on her face.
