"You!"

Seeing that the scholar took the little girl's hand and left with an indifferent face, Zeng Zui Moqiao's face was even more angry, but seeing that many people had noticed this side at this time, he still had some scruples in his heart after all, snorted coldly, and did not catch up again. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the stage that night, the scholar rushed up and grabbed her hand, looking like crazy, she was really frightened, 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 I thought that he actually left without saying a word of apology, I was naturally a little angry in my heart.

Thinking about this matter these days, I always feel uncomfortable, and when I see the scholar who doesn't know how to count etiquette again, all the anger I have accumulated is vented.

I thought that if he explained seriously and apologized sincerely, this matter would not be exposed, but who would have thought that he would ignore himself so much, let alone apologize a little.

"I'm so angry with this girl!"

After a few strokes of her chest, she felt a little more comfortable in her heart.

"Drunken ink, what the hell is going on?" Seeing her like this, several women looked at each other one by one, and for some reason, Ruqing stepped forward to look at her and asked suspiciously.

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

Eating when she's unhappy is a habit she has always had.

"This ......"

As if Qing's expression froze, an embarrassed expression appeared on her pretty face.

"You can't forget, do you?" Looking at her expression, Zeng Zuimo said with a bitter face.

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

"It's just a disciple, what is there to say......"

Zeng Zuimo's eyes glared at Li Yi's departing back fiercely again, and his silver teeth were clenched, deliberately aggravating the title of "Deng's disciple".

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"Uncle, what is a "disciple"? ”

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

Just now, that beautiful sister said that her uncle was a "disciple", and she seemed to be very angry, but what is a disciple?

Xiaohuan still hasn't figured it out.

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

"Little girl...... Families? ”

A look of doubt appeared on the little girl's face again, but this time she probably understood what Li Yi meant, lowered her head and rubbed the corner of her clothes and whispered: "Xiaohuan is fifteen years old, not too young......"

"Uncle......"

Raising her head and about to ask something more, Li Yi picked up a piece of pastry from the table next to her and stuffed it into her mouth, "Taste this ......"

The mouth said "woo" and "woo" two sentences, I couldn't hear clearly, but the little maid also knew that my uncle didn't seem to be willing to answer the question just now, and after swallowing the pastry, she stopped talking.

What exactly does it mean to be a disciple, when you get back to the village, ask the young lady......

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

The girl sat there, holding her chin with one hand, and glanced over there from a distance, just to see Zeng Zuimo's side face, and after a slight startle, as if she remembered something, her beautiful eyes widened suddenly, and her small mouth opened in surprise.

At this time, the figure of the "beautiful sister" finally coincided with a certain shadow in the memory of the little girl...... The picture scroll that my uncle asked her to lock in the cupboard, isn't the woman painted on it the beautiful sister just now?

For a while, the little maid seemed to have discovered something terrible, and her heart immediately rippled.

Before, she thought that her uncle was afraid that she liked the woman in the painting very much, so she would put it away carefully and lock it in the cabinet......

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

Fortunately, except for the hidden painting, my uncle is no different from before, and after a long time, her heart has gradually relaxed.

And 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 aunt did know each other...... She was so angry, was it because the young lady snatched her uncle away?

The little girl didn't want to think in the worst direction, but because she was worried, she couldn't help but guess...... What if my uncle left Xiaohuan and left with that beautiful sister?

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

What if my uncle was willing to bring Xiaohuan with him...... If so, then Xiaohuan will definitely die of happiness......

No, Xiaohuan can't go, and if Xiaohuan also leaves, there will only be two young ladies left in the house, and they will be even sadder......

It's better that my aunt doesn't leave, and everyone is still together as before...... This is the best ending that the little girl can think of.

I don't know when, the poetry meeting officially started, it should have been prepared, not long ago, someone had already made a few poems, upstairs and downstairs people gathered together to evaluate each other, and at this time, Li Yi heard a bad news from gossip.

Today's competition is limited to a few poetry clubs, even if others make good poems, they are not within the scope of the competition, and at most they can only get a few words of praise from others.

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 their opinions on the poems that others have taken out.

Of course, for Li Yi, what he cares about is not poetry or the qualifications to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club, if he is not qualified to participate in the written examination of poetry, then even if he does ------ copy out the best poems, he will not have a chance with the one hundred taels of silver.

He regretted it a little at the moment, he should check the yellow calendar when he went out today, and it must be written that he should avoid traveling, and he should stay at home ------.

Not to mention being embarrassed in front of those women, it was also unlucky to meet that drunken girl, and now, there is no last comfort in my heart......

I thought of leaving with Xiaohuan, but the fruit pastries here are really delicious, and it took a lot of effort to come in, so it's a little uneconomical to go out like this, so let's eat enough first.

Thinking like this in my heart, when I turned my head, I saw the little girl holding her cheek with one hand, I don't know what she was thinking, the expression on her pretty face changed, sometimes she was sad, sometimes she smiled at the corner of her mouth, and for a moment, tears appeared in the corners of her eyes......

Just when Li Yi was curious about what kind of annual drama was being staged in the little girl's heart, on the other side, Zeng Zuimo's somewhat surprised voice came out.

"What, my osmanthus cake was eaten by the disciple!"

After learning what had just happened, Zeng Zuimo raised his eyebrows, anger appeared on his pretty face again, and his eyes looked in a certain direction like a knife.

Li Yi felt something, and when he looked up, the eyes of the two of them staggered in the air, as if a spark burst out, and at the same time, he snorted coldly and turned his head.