Ceng Zuimo hurriedly wiped away the water stains on her clothes. Deep shock surged onto her pretty face.
At this moment, she was somewhat suspicious. Had she heard incorrectly just now?
In any case, the scholar was still a scholar. How could he say such unreasonable words?
But when she turned her head, she saw that Wan Ruoqing and the other women had the same expression as her. They were clearly also shocked. Only then did she confirm that what the scholar had said just now was indeed those four words.
Her mouth opened slightly. When she looked at the scholar standing in front of the young servant girl, her gaze changed for the first time.
"This young master, he … how can he …"
Wan Ruoqing's lips parted slightly. It was unknown what expression was on her pretty face. Scholars placed great importance on their manners. She had never seen a scholar say such vulgar words. She had always been disgusted by such things. But for some reason, at this moment, she couldn't feel any disgust towards the scholar.
If the scholar really succumbed to the young man's despotic power, she would most likely be truly disappointed.
She didn't think that not only did the scholar refuse, but the way he refused was so … unique.
The women who belonged to the Yun Ying Poetry Club beside her all had their lips curled up. They wanted to laugh but had to forcefully suppress it to avoid losing their composure. It was truly difficult.
But at this moment, when they looked at the scholar again, they instantly felt he was much more pleasing to the eye.
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… …
"Sell your mother …"
Seeing the scholar in front of him say these words with a smile on his face, the young man named Su Wentian's expression was first startled, then immediately turned red. He pointed a finger at Li Yi, his lips trembling, unable to say a word.
He was a scholar, and the people he usually interacted with were the same. As a famous scholar in Qing An Fu, there were great scholars in their conversations and there were no commoners — but which great scholar would open his mouth and say "sell your mother"?
They were all scholars with status, could they speak more civilly?
Even though he was angry and wanted to curse back regardless of his status, he couldn't think of any curse words that could rival the four words just now. His face became even redder.
It was really difficult for a scholar who had been reading the books of sages since he was young to compete with Li Yi, a veteran from the 21st century, in cursing.
"Vulgar man!"
"Such filthy words! Unbearable! Unbearable!"
"What a disgrace! You, you're a scholar in vain!"
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…
Around Su Wentian, the scholars who belonged to the Dongli Poetry Society were also stunned for a moment, but then their faces changed greatly, and they started to criticize Li Yi with livid faces.
Everyone here is a scholar. Even if you don't agree, everyone will try to persuade you. Wouldn't it be fine as long as you agree? Why do you have to scold others?
In the face of these people's accusations, Li Yi's expression did not change. After all, compared to the scolding methods in the future, which often revolved around "your mother", "eighteen generations of ancestors" as the radius, genitals as the weapon, and sexual fantasies as the skill, which radiated 360 degrees and overturned the entire family tree, curses such as "disgraceful", "unworthy of being a scholar", and even "son of a b * tch" did not have the slightest impact on him.
Li Yi had restrained himself just now because he was worried that this kind of cursing skill would be too powerful. If he really angered some of them to death here, he would inevitably be sued.
At the very least, he really didn't need to be angry with these guys.
On the surface, they were all geniuses and scholars, but secretly, they were thieves and prostitutes. The things they did were dirtier than the previous one. Some of the dirty things could even be put on the table to be traded, but in their eyes, it was extremely normal.
Especially when the scholar named Su Wentian asked him to do him a favor with a smile, Li Yi felt that the four words he gave him couldn't be more suitable.
It was simple and crude, but the effect was remarkable.
The Dongli Poetry Club was the most popular candidate for the first place today, attracting the attention of many people. It didn't take long for the abnormality here to attract many people's attention. Many people in the surroundings looked over, and several figures also walked down from the upstairs …
Su Wentian cherished his reputation after all. No matter what the result was, it wouldn't be a good thing for him. With a cold snort, he turned around and left without saying a word.
Beside him, several people of the White Dew Poetry Club also glared at Li Yi with vicious eyes, showing disdain to associate with him.
"I'll remember you …"
The young man who claimed to be the county magistrate's son glanced at Li Yi gloomily and said coldly.
Behind him, two young girls' eyes flashed with a trace of sadness. They glanced at the little maid standing behind Li Yi with envy, then followed the young man and left silently.
"Young master, it's all Xiao Huan's fault …" After these people left one after another, the little maid pulled the corner of Li Yi's clothes and said while sobbing. There were tears at the corners of her eyes.
"It's okay, it's not Xiao Huan's fault." Li Yi smiled and rubbed her head as he said softly.
"But, they, they all said that son-in-law …" The young maidservant raised her head, two teardrops rolling down from her gem-like eyes. From what she heard, the words those people used to scold son-in-law were already very unpleasant to hear.
"Oh …"
Before she could finish her words, Li Yi stuffed a piece of pastry into her mouth.
Li Yi pinched the little maid's pretty face. The little girl pouted and blinked innocently at him. He wiped her tears and said with a smile, "They are all bad people, they made our Xiao Huan cry … After eating this pastry, let's go home."
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"That scholar's words just now were so satisfying!" On the other side, a sixteen or seventeen year old girl covered her mouth and laughed so hard that tears were about to flow down.
Thinking of the expressions of Su Wentian and the others when they just left, the women couldn't help but laugh.
As women, they naturally couldn't bear to see men exchange maids and even concubines like goods. The scholar's actions won them a lot of good impressions.
"Zuimo, I don't think that young master is a lecher at all. Otherwise, he would have already exchanged the two girls." A woman looked at Zeng Zuimo and said, "Do you have some misunderstanding with him?"
"Even if he's not a lecher, he's not a good person either …" Zeng Zuimo pursed her lips and said disdainfully.
No matter what, she couldn't forgive that guy's attitude towards her.
As they were talking and laughing, a sudden cry came from upstairs. They all looked up and found that many people had gathered around a table.
"What happened over there? Could another masterpiece have appeared?"
While they were puzzled, the older woman went up the stairs. A moment later, she came down with a paper raft in her hand with a worried expression.
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