Carefree Scholar Chapter 67: Worried girl

　　 "You!"

　　 Seeing the scholar holding the little maid’s hand indifferently and leaving, Zeng Zui Mo Qiao’s face became more angry, but seeing that many people had already noticed this at this time, I still had some scruples in my heart after all. Snorted and didn't catch up.

　　 On the stage that night, the scholar rushed up and grabbed her hand. She looked crazy. She was really scared, and subconsciously regarded the other party as a disciple.

　　 But after thinking about it carefully, I felt that he didn't seem to want to take advantage of himself, but when he thought that he would leave without even saying an apology, he naturally felt a little angry.

　　 These days, thinking about this in my heart, I always feel uncomfortable. When I see the scholar who does not understand etiquette again, all the anger he accumulated will be vented.

　　 I thought that if he explained it seriously and sincerely apologized, it would not be impossible to expose this matter, but who would have thought that he would ignore him so much, let alone a little apology.

　　"This girl is so angry!"

　　 stroked her chest a few times before she felt a little more comfortable in her heart.

　　 "Drunk ink, what happened?" When several women saw her like this, they looked at each other, somehow, as if Qing stepped forward and looked at her, asking in confusion.

　　 "I'll talk about this later, Sister Ruoqing, what about the sweet-scented osmanthus cake I asked you to bring me?" Zeng Zuimo shook his head, suppressing the anger in his heart, thinking about using a happy thing to divert his attention.

　　 It’s her habit to eat when she is unhappy.

　　"This..."

　　 As if Qing's expression stagnated, an embarrassing expression appeared on Qiao's face.

　　 "Isn't it forgotten?" Zeng Zuimo said with a bitter expression looking at her expression.

　　 "Ah, drunk, you should tell us what happened just now." The older woman said with a dry cough.

　　"It's just a disciple, what can I say..."

　　 Zeng Zuimo's eyes glared fiercely at Li Yi's leaving back, and his silver teeth clenched, deliberately aggravating the name "Deng's apprentice".

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　　"Auntie, what is "deng disciple"?"

　　 On the other side, the little maid scratched her head curiously, looked up at Li Yi and asked.

　　 Just now that beautiful sister said that her uncle is a "deng apprentice", she seemed very angry, but what is Deng apprentice?

　　 Xiaohuan hasn’t figured it out yet.

　　 "Don't ask about the little girl." Li Yi rubbed her head and said.

　　 "Little girl... every family?"

　　The little maid’s face showed confusion again, but this time she probably understood what Li Yi meant. She lowered her head and rubbed the corners of her clothes and whispered: "Xiaohuan is already fifteen years old, not too young... …"

　　 "Auntie..."

　　 raised her head and was about to ask something, Li Yi picked up a piece of pastry from the table on the side and stuffed it into her mouth, "Try this..."

　　 I said a few words "Oh" and "Oh" in my mouth, and I couldn't hear it clearly, but the little maid also knew that my uncle seemed unwilling to answer the question just now. After swallowing the cake, she stopped talking. .

What does 　　deng disciple mean? When I return to the stockade, I will know by asking the lady...

　　 By the way, the beautiful sister just now seems to have seen it somewhere...

　　The girl sat there, resting her chin with one hand, and looking far away, she happened to see Zeng Zuimo's profile face. After her look was slightly startled, she seemed to think of something, her eyes widened suddenly. , The little mouth opened in surprise.

　　 At this time, the figure of that "pretty sister" finally overlapped with a certain shadow in the memory of the little maid... The picture scroll that my uncle let her lock in the cabinet, the woman painted on it is not correct Is that the pretty sister just now?

　　 For a while, the little maid seemed to have discovered something terrible, and there was an uproar in her heart.

　　, she thought before, that my uncle was afraid that she liked the woman in the painting very much, so she would let her carefully put it away and locked it in the cabinet. The little girl did not dare to ask many things, she could only think in her heart, uncle What kind of story has there been with that beautiful woman...

　　 It’s just that every time I think about this, I feel a little sour in my heart.

　　 Fortunately, except for the hidden picture, my uncle is no different from before. As time goes by, her heart gradually relaxes.

　　 After seeing the woman in the painting today, the girl's heart finally began to panic.

　　 Although I didn’t understand what the beautiful sister was saying, she and my uncle did know each other... She was so angry, was it because the young lady took my uncle away?

　　The little maid didn’t want to think in the worst direction, but because she was worried, she couldn’t help but guess...what if the uncle left the ring and left with that pretty sister?

　　 If the uncle is gone, the young lady and the second young lady will be very sad, but the saddest thing is Xiaohuan...

　　If my uncle is willing to take the small ring together... If so, then the small ring will be happy to die...

　　No, Xiaohuan can’t go. If Xiaohuan is gone, there will only be two young ladies left in the house, and they will be even more sad...

　　 It's best if my uncle doesn't leave, everyone is still together as before... This is the best ending that the little maid can think of.

　　 I don’t know when the poem meeting will officially begin. It should have been prepared. Not long after, some people have already made a few poems. People upstairs and downstairs gathered together to comment on each other. At this time, Li Yi There was a bad news in the gossip.

　　 Today’s competition is limited to a few poem sessions. Even if someone else has made a good poem~IndoMTL.com~, it will not be in the scope of the competition, and can only get a few praises from others at most.

　　 In other words, those poetry clubs are the absolute protagonists today. Li Yi and the rest of the people here are just playing soy sauce and expressing opinions on the poems they took out.

　　 Of course, for Li Yi, what he cares about is not the poems or the qualifications to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair. If he is not qualified to participate in the poem written test, then even if it is done ------ copy the best poems, Also missed the one hundred taels of silver.

　　 He has some regrets in his heart at the moment, and he should check the almanac when he goes out today. It must be to avoid traveling, and it is advisable to stay home.

　　 I was embarrassed in front of those women. It was a bad thing to meet those drunk girls. Now, I don’t even have the last comfort in my heart...

　　 I thought about leaving with the small ring, but the fruit cakes here are really delicious, and it took a lot of work to get in. It would be a bit uneconomical to go out like this, so I'll have to eat enough.

　　 thought like this in her heart. When she turned her head, she saw the little maid holding her cheek with one hand. She didn’t know what she was thinking. The expression on her pretty face changed, sometimes sad, sometimes smiling, and for a moment, the corner of her eyes appeared. Tears...

　　 Just as Li Yi was curious about what kind of annual drama is going on in the heart of the little maid, on the other side, Zeng Zuimo's somewhat surprised voice came out.

　　 "What, my sweet-scented osmanthus cake was eaten by Nadeng disciple!"

　　 After learning of what had just happened, Zeng Zui Mo Liu raised his eyebrows, anger appeared on Qiao's face again, and his eyes looked like a knife in a certain direction.

　　 Li Yixin felt a little bit. When they looked up, their eyes crossed in the air, seeming to shoot out a spark, and at the same time they gave a cold snort and turned their heads.