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She was a little skeptical at the moment, did she hear the sentence just now?

That scholar is also a reader, how could he say such unreasonable words?

But when she turned her head and saw that the expressions of Wan Ruoqing and several other women were the same as her, she was obviously shocked, and finally determined that what the scholar said just now was indeed those four words.

Her mouth opened slightly, and when she looked at the scholar standing in front of the little maid, her eyes changed for the first time.

"This son, he ...... How can you ......?"

Ruoqing's lips opened slightly, and she didn't know what the expression was on her pretty face. Scholars attach great importance to literacy, she has never seen a scholar say such vulgar words, she has always been very disgusted with these in her heart, but for some reason, at this moment, she does not have a little hatred for that scholar in her heart.

If the scholar really succumbed to the young man's obscenity, she would probably be truly disappointed.

Unexpectedly, the scholar not only refused, but also refused in such a way...... Chic.

There were several women who belonged to the Yunying Poetry Society around her, and the corners of their mouths were hooked, and they wanted to laugh but they had to hold back, so as not to lose their manners, which was really hard.

But at this time, when they looked at the scholar again, they immediately felt that he was much more pleasing to the eye.

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"Sell your old mother-......"

Looking at the scholar opposite and saying this with a smile on his face, the young man named Su Wentian was stunned for a moment, and then immediately turned red, stretched out his finger and pointed at Li Yi, his lips trembling and speechless.

As a famous genius in Qing'an Mansion, he talks and laughs with Hongru, and there is no white ding------ but which Hongru opens his mouth to "sell your mother"?

Everyone is a scholar with status, can you speak more civilly?

Even though he was angry in his heart, he wanted to scold back regardless of his identity, but he couldn't think of any scolding words that could match the four words just now, and his face turned even redder.

It is really difficult for a reader who has read sage books since he was a child, and Li Yibi, a veteran driver from the 21st century, to scold people.

"Vulgar people!"

"Foul language, unbearable, unbearable!"

"It's really insulting, you, you're a reader in vain!"

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Around Su Wentian, several talented people belonging to the Dongli Poetry Society were also stunned for a moment, but then their faces changed greatly, and they accused Li Yilai with a blue face.

Everyone is a reader, even if you don't agree, everyone will persuade and persuade you, and you can agree to it, so why scold?

In the face of these people's accusations, the expression on Li Yi's face remained unchanged, after all, unlike the scolding of later generations, which generally takes "your mother" as the center, the eighteenth generation of ancestors as the radius, the ***** as the main weapon, and the obscenity as the main skill, 360-degree all-round radiation, compared with the scolding method of turning over the entire family tree, the scolding words such as "insulting Sven", "being a scholar in vain" and even "vertical son" do not have the slightest lethality to him.

Even because he was worried that the power of this scolding skill was too great, Li Yi was already very restrained just now, if he really killed a few people here, he would inevitably have to go to court.

Take 10,000 steps back and say, he really can't afford to be angry with these guys.

On the surface, Si Swenwen is a certain talent, a scholar with his mouth open and closed, but secretly he is a male thief and a female prostitute, doing dirtier things than the other, and even some dirty things can already be traded on the table, but in their opinion, it is extremely normal.

Especially when the talented man named Su Wentian asked him to sell his face with a smile, Li Yi felt that it was perfect to give him those four words.

Simple and brutal, the effect is remarkable.

The East Fence Poetry Society is the favorite to win the championship today, I don't know how many people's eyes are involved, and it didn't take long for the abnormality here to attract the attention of many people. There were many people around, and a few figures walked downstairs......

Su Wentian cherished his reputation in the end, no matter what the outcome of today's events was, it was not a good thing for him, he snorted coldly, and turned around and left without saying a word.

Beside him, several people from the Bailu Poetry Society also glared at Li Yi with vicious eyes, showing disdain for being with him.

"I remember you......"

The young man who claimed to be the son of the county commander glanced at Li Yi gloomily and said coldly.

Behind him, a trace of gloom flashed in the eyes of the two girls, and they glanced at the little maid standing behind Li Yi with extremely envious eyes, and left silently behind the young man.

"Uncle, it's all Xiaohuan who is not good......" After these people left one after another, the little maid dragged the corner of Li Yi's clothes and said a word with a sob, with a crystal flash in the corner of her eyes.

"It's okay, Xiaohuan is not to blame for this matter." Li Yi smiled and rubbed her head, and said softly.

"But, they, they all say that Uncle ......" The little maid looked up, and two tears rolled down from her big jewel-like eyes, and to her, the words of those people scolding her uncle were already very unpleasant.

"Hmm......"

Only halfway through the words, Li Yi stuffed a piece of pastry into his mouth.

Li Yi pinched the little girl's pretty face, the girl's mouth was bulging, she blinked innocently when she saw him, helped her wipe away her tears, and said with a smile: "They are all bad people, which made our Xiaohuan cry...... After eating this pastry, we went home. ”

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"That scholar's words are really relieving!" On the other side, the sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl covered her mouth, and tears of laughter were about to flow.

Thinking of the expressions of Su Wentian and the others when they just left, several women couldn't help but laugh.

Also as women, they naturally look down on those men exchanging maids and even concubines as goods, and the scholar's actions have won a lot of favor in their hearts.

"Drunken Mo, I think that son doesn't look like a disciple at all, otherwise he would have replaced those two girls." A woman looked at Zeng Zuimo and said, "Did you have any misunderstanding with him?" ”

"Even if you're not a disciple, you're not a good person......" Zeng Zuimo pursed his lips and said disdainfully.

Anyway, that guy's attitude towards her still makes her unforgivable.

While they were talking and laughing, a burst of cries suddenly erupted from upstairs, and they all looked up to find that many people were surrounding a table.

"What's going on over there, could it be that there's another masterpiece?"

In confusion, the older woman went up the stairs, and after a while, she walked down with a paper raft in her hand and a sad face.