Happy Little Scholar

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"you!"

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, There was no further pursuit. 【△网WwW.】

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 seriously 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.

"I'm so angry with this girl!"

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, asking in confusion.

"We'll talk about this later. Sister Ruoqing, where's the 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.

It has always been her habit to eat when she is unhappy.

"this……"

Wan Ruoqing's expression froze, and an embarrassed expression appeared on her pretty face.

"Have you forgotten?" Looking at her expression, Zeng Zuimo said with a bitter look on his face.

"Ahem, Zui Mo, you'd better 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 glared hard at Li Yi's departing back again, gritting his silver teeth and deliberately aggravating 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 "disciple" and she seemed very angry, but what is a disciple?

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 doubt 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 too young..."

"Uncle..."

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

He said a few words of "woo ah" and "woo ah", which could not be heard clearly, but the little maid also knew that the uncle seemed unwilling to answer the question just now. After swallowing the pastry, he stopped talking. 【△网WwW.】

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 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 in her heart, between her uncle and the beautiful girl. 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.

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.

At some point, the poetry meeting officially started. It should have been well prepared. Not long after, some people had already made a few poems. People gathered upstairs and downstairs to appreciate each other. At this time, Li Yi heard a bad news from gossip.

Today's competition is limited to a few poetry meetings. Even if others make good poems, they are not within the scope of the competition. At most, they can only get a few compliments from others.

In other words, those poetry meetings are the absolute protagonists today. Li Yi and the rest of the people here are just playing soy sauce and expressing their opinions on the poems brought out by others.

Of course, for Li Yi, what he cares about is not poetry or the qualification to participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meeting. If he does not have the qualification to participate in the poetry written test, then even if he does------copy out the best poems, he will not have the chance to get the 100 taels of silver.

He felt a little regretful at this moment. He should check the almanac before going out today. It must be written on it that it is forbidden to go out and it is better to stay at home.

Not only did he lose face in front of those women, but he also ran into that Miss Zui Mo, which was also a bad luck. Now, he even lost the last bit of comfort in his heart...

I wanted to take Xiao Huan away, but the fruit cakes here are really delicious. It took a lot of effort to get in, so it would be a bit uneconomical to leave like this. Let's eat enough first.

Thinking like this in my heart, when I turned around, I saw the little maid holding her chin with one hand. I don't know what she was thinking. The expression on her pretty face changed, sometimes she was full of sorrow, sometimes she smiled, and there was a moment when tears appeared in the corners of her eyes...

Just when Li Yi was curious about what kind of drama was going on in the little maid's heart, Zeng Zui Mo's surprised voice came from the other side.

"What, my osmanthus cake was eaten by that lecher!"

After learning what happened just now, Zeng Zui Mo raised his eyebrows, anger appeared on his pretty face again, and his eyes were like knives looking in a certain direction.

Li Yi felt something in his heart. When he looked up, the two people's sights crossed in the air, and it seemed that a streak of sparks burst out. At the same time, he snorted coldly and turned his head away.

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