"Actually, that scholar doesn't look like a lecher. I'm afraid there must be some misunderstanding." The slightly older woman from the Yunying Poetry Club said after a moment of silence.
Zeng Zuimo already understood that the scholar didn't do it on purpose, but his attitude of disregard just now still made her very angry. Although her impression of him as a lecher had changed, she still couldn't calm the anger in her heart.
The woman named Wan Ruoqing saw the expression on Zeng Zuimo's face and was slightly surprised. That scholar looked gentle, so how did he anger her to this extent?
Thinking back to what just happened, she gradually had a guess. He came to ask for pastries from her because he thought she was a servant here …
She couldn't help but look down at her clothes. Was she dressed like a servant today?
Whether it was because of this or because of Zeng Zuimo, she was more or less curious about the scholar.
When she looked up in that direction, she just happened to see the scholar pick up a piece of preserved fruit. After a few breaths, he picked up a piece of pastry. After a few breaths, he drank a cup of tea and picked up another piece of preserved fruit …
It seemed like he was more interested in these things than the poems made by the scholars.
"What a strange scholar …"
Seeing the scholar who was completely focused on the food in front of him, Ruoqing's cherry lips parted slightly and thought to herself.
Not long after, someone else came up with a new composition, which caused a round of applause. Several women got up from their seats and walked over to the other side.
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Li Yi sat there and would occasionally hear a few poems made by the so-called scholars around him. What followed was a round of praise from the crowd.
Li Yi couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth when he heard those people praising those poems as if they were masterpieces that had been passed down from generation to generation. What good poems? These so-called excellent Mid-Autumn Festival poems were just a few people looking at the moon and feeling high.
When it came to Mid-Autumn Festival poems, the ones that appeared in one's mind should be "Raise one's head to look at the bright moon, bow one's head to think of home", "Raise one's cup to invite the bright moon, the shadow becomes three", "May people last forever, a thousand miles together" … Compared to those poems that had been passed down for hundreds of generations, what was the one being praised now?
The trace of disdainful mockery on Li Yi's lips was caught by Zeng Zuimo, who had been staring at him from not far away.
"I wonder what kind of good poem he can make. He's quite arrogant." He snorted coldly. In his heart, he had already regarded Li Yi as an arrogant student with no talent at all.
"Ouch!"
Xiao Huan's surprised voice rang in Li Yi's ears, he quickly turned his head and saw the little servant girl covering her head, a young man opposite her was covering his chest, the front of his shirt was wet.
"Sir, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The servant girl hurriedly lowered her head and apologized with a panicked expression.
The young man clearly didn't have a good temper and was splashed with tea. He was about to scold her when he looked up to see that the person in front of him was such a pretty girl. His expression froze for a moment before an indescribable light flashed through his eyes.
"It's fine, it's fine …" The young man smiled and reached out to help her up. At this moment, a figure blocked in front of him.
The young man frowned and asked, "Who are you?"
"Son-in-law."
Xiao Huan was like a child who had done something wrong and stood behind Li Yi.
"Son-in-law?" The young man looked at Li Yi suspiciously and asked, "This lady … is this brother's servant girl?"
"This servant girl is insensible and has caused trouble for brother." Li Yi cupped his hands and spoke apologetically.
"It's just a small matter." The young man looked at the servant girl and a strange light appeared in his eyes. He then looked at Li Yi and asked with a smile, "Brother, you look very unfamiliar. Are you a scholar of Qing An Fu …"
Li Yi noticed the way he looked at Xiao Huan. Seeing that he was clearly trying to get close to him, Li Yi furrowed his brows and casually said a few words.
Just as he was about to lose his patience, the young man suddenly changed the topic. He pointed at the two girls standing behind him and said, "What do you think of my two servant girls?"
Li Yi raised his head and glanced at him, not knowing what the other meant.
These two girls were about 17 or 18 years old. They should be at the age of innocence, but their brows showed tiredness and their eyes were dim. They were far from Xiao Huan's liveliness.
The young man smiled slightly and said, "To tell you the truth, I am quite interested in brother's servant girls. If brother is willing to part with them, I am willing to use these two servant girls in exchange."
When the two girls standing behind the young man heard this, their expressions changed slightly. They raised their heads and glanced at Li Yi, and a glimmer of light appeared in their eyes.
"Son-in-law …" Hearing this, the servant girl's face paled. She immediately grabbed the corner of Li Yi's clothes tightly, afraid that Li Yi would trade her out.
"My apologies, I have no interest in brother's servant girls," Li Yi raised his head to look at her and replied indifferently.
"I'm being sincere. Why do you have to keep me at arm's length, brother? To tell you the truth, my father is the Anxi district magistrate. If brother has any problems in the future, I might be able to help. "Seeing that Li Yi had no intention of agreeing, the young man was not in a hurry and continued to speak with a smile.
Qing 'an Prefecture City was under the jurisdiction of the Anxi district. Although there were many people in the prefecture city who could suppress the Anxi district magistrate, in the eyes of most people, this title was enough to intimidate them.
On the surface, the young man's words sounded like a negotiation, but in reality, it was a threat.
What he secretly wanted to express was … I like this girl. You have to change her no matter what. I am the son of the county magistrate. It's up to you to decide if you want to change her or not …
However, while the title of the district magistrate's son could intimidate others, it could not intimidate Li Yi.
He had slept in the prince's mansion and visited a brothel with the prince's son. What was a mere district magistrate's son to him!
The young man didn't try to hide his words just now. Between scholars, exchanging maids and concubines was something that had happened since ancient times. To them, it was a very normal thing. At this moment, many people had already gathered around, smiling and speaking up for the young man.
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"The one named Liu is not a good person. If that girl ends up in his hands, she will probably be defiled again."
"I wonder if that scholar … will he trade …"
"The one named Liu's father is the district magistrate. I'm afraid that scholar … sigh …"
Not far away, the women of the Yunying Poetry Society sighed. Their expressions were unsightly.
After all, they were also women. Of course, they could not stand to see women being exchanged like goods.
Wan Ruoqing also sighed. Although she was very angry about this, it was not something they could change.
"This guy, he probably won't trade, right?"
Although she hated Li Yi to the core, for some reason, Zeng Zuimo had an indescribable confidence in him.
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"She is just a servant girl. If you are willing to part with her, I'm afraid it will become a good story in today's poetry meeting." At this time, a young man who seemed to be somewhat famous came up and looked at Li Yi with a smile. He said, "I am Su Wentian, the president of the Dongli Poetry Society. Brother Liu is my friend, so please give me some face."
Li Yi gave him a bright smile and said, "Sell your mother!"
"Puff!"
The next moment, the scene became quiet. Zeng Zuimo spat out the tea she had just taken.
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