The Vicious Widow Widow Dressed As the Male Lead of Farming Fields

  Chapter 142 The woman with vicious words

  I know that men are superior to women in this dynasty, but now that it has happened to me, I feel extremely upset, "How do you know that I can't draw? Do you have three eyes?"

"You are inseparable from the artist's identity as a woman. Do you think that the artist is easy to be bullied by women?" While talking, Liang Yi approached the scholar step by step, "Or do you think that women should stay at home, It shouldn’t be here, even if it’s talented, it shouldn’t be shown.”

   "No, or it should not be better than men".

  The scholar couldn't help being surprised, he stood there blankly, and quickly realized, "You didn't draw this painting..."

   "Are you a **** starling? You only say this? I didn't draw it, it wasn't me, did you draw it? Or a **** whose grave is two feet high?

Liang Yi, who had been suppressing her anger all this time, finally broke out and uttered dirty words. A rage was burning in her chest. If she didn't let it out today, she would die at the hands of this little bastard. "According to the artist, you are Because the skills are not as good as the talent, will you do this to slander the artist?"

   "You, you—" The scholar seemed to be talking about his thoughts, his face was blushing, his eyes were full of anger, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak clearly.

  Liang Yi couldn't help but felt a burst of comfort when he saw this, "You, you, you, you, you are so pitiful. I didn't expect to be an idiot, or a stutterer. It's really embarrassing. I opened the door in embarrassment, so embarrassing."

  The people in the audience looked very exciting, thinking about whether the painting was fake or real, the people below couldn't help guessing among each other.

   "Why does Jiuhe speak so viciously? How can a girl from every family speak so viciously?!"

   "That's right, she doesn't look like a woman at all!"

  For some reason, the people below started to talk about Liang Yi's fault, completely ignoring the white-faced little scholar who took the lead in provoking trouble.

   "What does a woman look like?" Liang Yi was on fire, and when he heard the words of the men below, he started to explode like a firecracker.

"What is a woman's appearance? In your eyes, a woman should be humble and kneel to you men? Are women born inferior to men? Don't forget, it is your mother who gave birth to you group of heartless things Yes, isn't your mother a woman?!"

   "This, this, this—how decent!"

Most of the men who sat down came with their own families. After Liang Yi said this, their faces were even more dull, but some women felt compassionate and looked at Liang Yi with eyes full of admiration, but they didn't dare to help .

   "Don't try to pull the cover! You say this painting is yours, what evidence do you have?" The scholar smiled maliciously, pointed at the painting and said loudly.

  Liang Yiyang gave an unfathomable smile, unable to understand the meaning, and said, "Who said this artist has no evidence?"

  The scholar's eyes couldn't help flickering when he heard it, but soon he seemed to think of something, and said calmly, "If there is evidence, I will show it. I want to see it." .

   "In this case, Jiuhe will paint in public to prove his innocence." Liang Yi glanced at the scholar and said indifferently.

   "Painting in public?" The people in the audience couldn't help being surprised when they heard it, and another upsurge of discussion arose.

  There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and the stage was not calm.

   Ma Liang asked in surprise, poked his ear with his finger, and said in disbelief: "Are you sure? Jiuhe painter."

  (end of this chapter)