Carefree Scholar Chapter 68: Exchange maid?


   "In fact, the scholar doesn't look like a disciple. I'm afraid there is some misunderstanding." The slightly older woman from Yunying Poetry Club groaned for a moment.

  Zeng Zuimo already understood that the scholar was not intentional, but his ignorant attitude just made her feel angry. Although the impression of him as a disciple has changed, she still feels angry. level.

   A woman named Wan Ruoqing was slightly surprised when she saw the expression on Zeng Zui Mo Qiao's face. The scholar seemed to have a mild temper. How did she become so angry?

   recalling what happened just now, he gradually had guesses in his heart. He came over to ask for cakes, fearing that he might be regarded as the maid here...

   couldn't help but looked down at her clothes. Does she look like a maid today?

   Whether it was because of this incident or because of Zeng Zuimo, she was somewhat curious about the scholar.

When    looked up in that direction, he happened to see the scholar picking up a piece of preserved fruit. After a few breaths, he picked up a piece of pastry, counted breaths 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 written by those talented men.

  "Really a strange scholar..."

   Seeing the scholar who had no distractions and concentrated on dealing with the food in front of him, it seemed like Qing's lips were slightly opened, and he thought in his heart.

   Not long after, someone over there made a new lyric, which evoked applause. Several women got up from their seats and walked over there.

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   Li Yi sat there, and occasionally heard a few verses made by the so-called talents around him, and then everyone praised him.

   Listening to those people who praised those poems as if they were handed down to the world, Li Yi couldn’t help but twitched at the corners of his mouth. What kind of good poems? These people’s so-called best Mid-Autumn Festival poems are just a few people facing the moon. Since high only.

   When I mentioned the Mid-Autumn Festival, what came to my mind should be "Look up at the bright moon, bow your head to think about your hometown", "raise your glass to invite the bright moon, and make three people in the shadows", it should be "I hope people will be long Chanjuan"... Compared with those poems that have been circulated for centuries, what is it to be praised by everyone at this time?

   The sneer at the corner of Li Yi's mouth was caught by Zeng Zuimo, who had been staring at him from a distance.

   "I don't know what good poems I can make, but I am very arrogant." With a cold snort, Li Yi had already been on the spot with the kind of lack of talent and arrogance.

   "Ouch!"

   Xiaohuan’s exclamation sound rang in Li Yi’s ear. He quickly turned his head and saw that the little maid was holding his head, and a young man opposite his chest was holding his chest, and the clothes in front of him were wet.

   "My son, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" A panic appeared on the face of the little maid, and she hurriedly lowered her head to apologize to the other party.

   The young man was obviously not a good temper. He was thrown into tea and was about to scold him with a cold face. He looked up and saw that the person in front of him was such a pretty girl. His expression was startled first, but his eyes flashed suddenly. After an inexplicable brilliance.

   "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter..." The young man smiled and stretched out his hand to help her. At this moment, a figure stood in front of him.

   The young man frowned slightly when he saw this, and asked, "Who are you?"

   "Auntie."

   Xiaohuan stood behind Li Yi like a kid who made mistakes.

   "Aunty?" The young man took a suspicious look at Li Yi, looked at him and asked, "This girl...is Xiongtai's maid?"

   "The little maid is not sensible, and it's causing trouble for Xiongtai." Li Yi arched his hand to him, and said apologetically.

   "It's just a small matter." The young man glanced at the little maid, a strange color appeared in his eyes, and then looked at Li Yi and asked with a smile: "Xiongtai looks very face-to-face, but I am a talented man in Qing'an House. ……"

   Li Yi noticed the look he looked at Xiaohuan, and saw that he was starting to get close, frowning, and he casually responded with a few words.

   Just when he was about to be impatient, the young man suddenly changed his head, pointed at the two girls standing behind him and said: "I wonder what Xiongtai thinks of the two maids below?"

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

   These two girls are about seventeen or eighteen years old. They were supposed to be girls' innocent age, but their brows were full of fatigue, and their eyes were dull, far from the agility of small circles.

  The young man smiled slightly and said: "It's true that I am quite fond of the maid in Xiongtai. If Xiongtai agrees to cut love, I would like to use these two maids in exchange."

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

   "Aunty..." The little maid whitened her pretty face when she heard the words, and immediately grabbed Li Yi's clothes corner tightly for fear that Li Yi would replace her.

   "Sorry, I have no idea about the maid in Xiongtai." Li Yi looked up at her and replied lightly.

  "Being in Xia is sincere, why should Xiongtai refuse people thousands of miles away? To be honest, my father is the county magistrate of Anxi. If there is anything going on after Xiongtai, there might be some help in Xiatai. "Seeing that Li Yi didn't mean to agree, the young man was not in a hurry, and said with a smile.

   Qing'an Fucheng is within the jurisdiction of Anxi County. Although there are many people who can hold the Anxi magistrate within the city, in the eyes of most people, this name can still scare people.

   The young man's words are on the surface of discussion, but in reality they are threatening.

   secretly I want to express the meaning is...little master, I just fell in love with this girl. Do it...

   However, the name of the county magistrate can scare others, but he can't scare Li Yi.

   He slept in the palace, visited the brothel with the prince’s son, and the son of the district magistrate is a bird!

   The words of the young man did not deliberately conceal it. The exchange of maids and concubines between literati has been there since ancient times, and it seems to them to be a normal thing anymore. At this moment, there are quite a few things. People gathered around, smiled, and said a few words for the young man.

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   "The surname Liu is not a good thing~ IndoMTL.com~ The little girl is in his hands, I am afraid she will be ruined again."

   "I wonder if that scholar... will change..."

   "His father surnamed Liu is a county magistrate, I am afraid that scholar... alas..."

   Not far away, several women from Yunying Poetry Club sighed, their faces were not pretty.

   After all, they are also women. Of course, they are not used to the exchange of women as goods.

   Wan Ruoqing sighed in the same way. Although she was very resentful about such a thing in her heart, it was not something they could change.

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

  Although I hate Li Yi in my heart, I don't know why, Zeng Zuimo has an inexplicable confidence in him.

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  "It’s just a maid, the adult beauty of a gentleman, if Xiongtai is willing to cut love, I am afraid it will become a good talk for today’s poetry club." At this time, a young man who seemed to be a somewhat famous young man came up and smiled. Looking at Li Yi, he said: "In Xia Nai is Su Wentian, the president of Dongli Poetry Society. Brother Liu is my friend. I also ask Xiongtai to sell it at the next face."

   stretched out his hand not to hit the smiling man, Li Yi returned the other party with a bright smile, and said: "Sell you old-mother!"

   "噗!"

   The next moment, the scene became quiet for an instant. Zeng Zuimo just sipped a sip of tea and spewed it out suddenly.

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