A tragic death in his previous life! Reborn to marry a stupid king and seize your kingdom

Chapter 22 Then I will show my shame
  "Then what does the princess want to do?"

Jiang Fengqing raised her eyebrows, straightened up, and sighed softly: "The princess is really difficult to take care of. I usually get close to your brother, and you say I did it on purpose; now that I have distanced myself from your brother, you Angry again. Everyone in the world says that I am arrogant and domineering, but now it seems that the princess is more difficult to serve than me?"

"Hmph, you have sharp teeth and a sharp mouth." Nangong Yutong waved his hand towards the door, and dismissed the palace maids who were following him to wait outside the study room. He found a place to sit down by himself, and looked at Jiang Fengqing with some disgust, "What do you want? Serving this princess, I don’t look down upon you, and there are also assessments in the selection of maids in the palace.”

The implication is that Jiang Fengqing is not even as good as the maids who serve her.

"You have such a fierce temper, how dare you compare me with this princess? Besides, Jiang Fengqing, do you know how to read? Do you know three or two?" Nangong Yutong raised his head slightly arrogantly and looked at her with disdain. other side.

Jiang Fengqing revealed that this princess, who had grown up with her since childhood, was really good at controlling her fate. Her handwriting was really... I could barely read it.

However, although her behavior has been unremarkable in recent years, she has read some books and is not illiterate.

Seeing that she was silent, Nangong Yutong unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, shook his head disdainfully, stood up, pulled the rice paper on the table, stood in front of the desk with a pen and dipped his head in ink to write. Her nails were crystal clear, and her movements were neat and elegant. , as if he has received rigorous training for many years, and there is no fault in his behavior.

The dragon and snake at the bottom of the pen are written eloquently and unintentionally, showing a firm demeanor.

Everyone came closer. Gu Wenqing was also curious about what the princess had written, but was blocked by a group of girls and young men and could not see anything. She quickly walked a few steps, squeezed in front of the princess's table, and read out hesitantly:
  "You are unruly and unreasonable and difficult to get along with, and you talk nonsense and are clingy and unreasonable?"

"uh-huh!"

Nangong Yutong crossed her arms and nodded, picked up the rice paper on which the calligraphy was written, blew on it, and when the ink was dry, she slapped Jiang Fengqing on the body while no one was paying attention.

"Put it away. This is the calligraphy treasure that this princess rewards you with. You'd better find a long scroll and frame it so that it can be passed on to your children and grandchildren so that it can be passed down to generations to come."

Before she finished speaking, Nangong Yutong quietly walked around the table and stool and moved a few steps back. As long as Jiang Fengqing dared to attack her, she could avoid it immediately.

If she couldn't defeat Jiang Fengqing, wouldn't she be able to escape?
  Just as Jiang Fengqing was about to catch the falling rice paper, her vision went dark, and a hand suddenly stretched out from beside her and snatched the piece of paper away.

She turned her head and saw that it was Hu Xianyun.

"Even Princess Yutong condescended to show us calligraphy. Miss Fengqing has always thought very highly of herself. She must be able to write a few words with her pen, right?" Hu Xianyun took a brush and handed it directly to Jiang Fengqing, provocatively He raised his chin.

The others were naturally happy to see Jiang Fengqing make a fool of herself, and they all began to boo and praise her figure as the most suitable for poetry and painting. In fact, they were secretly mocking her for her lack of ideas.

"Do you really want to see me writing?" Jiang Fengqing blinked and glanced around expressionlessly. She really didn't mean anything else.

As a result, she caught a glimpse of him, and the noise around him suddenly became quieter, but they did not disperse and still gathered around to look at her.

Jiang Fengqing curled her lips and hesitated for a long time before taking the pen from Hu Xianyun's hand.

Gu Wenqing's eyes lit up, and he quickly took out a piece of blank rice paper and smoothed it out. He scraped it up and down with a ruler quickly, then straightened his back, waiting for Jiang Fengqing to make a fool of himself.

"Hey, if that's the case, then I'll make a fool of myself." Seeing that she couldn't hide, Jiang Fengqing didn't write any ink, so she raised her hand and started writing.

"What, today? What cold water?" Gu Wenqing gradually frowned beside him, carefully identifying the verses written by Jiang Fengqing.

"I'm drunk today, but I'll drink cold water tomorrow!" Jiang Fengqing glanced at Gu Wenqing with contempt, "I'm really ignorant. The princess said I was unruly and unreasonable, but I live happily and freely!" Gu Wenqing's face was ashen. Gritting his teeth: "Am I stupid? Am I ignorant? How dare you accuse me of writing ghost symbols like this?"

"It's well written!" The girl in the study who just left clapped her hands with surprise in her tone: "It's so wonderful that people can tell that this is a line of words, but they can't figure out what the words are. Oh!"

Hu Xianyun nodded heavily and couldn't help but pat the girl's shoulder a few times, "Lu Jianglan, your evaluation... is so spot on!"

Jiang Fengqing couldn't help but look sideways, and saw that it was Lu Jianglan, the only daughter of Lu Wei, the second-rank hussars general.

Today she was wearing a peach pink bamboo leaf, green gold silk and flying phoenix pattern cloud satin skirt. Her long hair was pulled up, her face was delicate and small, and her lips were red. She looked like a first-class beauty.

The Lu family in Lin'an was so prominent in the past. Lu Jianglan was pampered by her family and grew up. She usually had a free and easy personality and had an inexplicable aura of a military commander. However, in her previous life, Lu Xuanwei was on the wrong team and became the staff of the fourth prince Nangong Lang.

After the fall of the fourth prince, the new emperor Nangong Zhuo ordered him to be dismissed from his post and his family was raided. In desperation, Mr. Lu married Lu Jianglan to an apprentice who had just become his disciple. However, after the fall of the Lu family, Lu Jianglan naturally had no good end. That apprentice Although he looks talented, he is very carefree!
  One night, he got drunk next to a beautiful woman in a building. When he woke up, he didn't recognize this beauty. The apprentice actually sent Lu Jianglan to a brothel as soon as she gave birth to her child, and then returned home to live as a prostitute.

When had Lu Jianglan experienced such humiliation? He sent the prostitute back to Zuixin Pavilion, tied up her husband and jumped into the lake together at night.

Jiang Fengqing still felt a little sad when she thought about it now. This Lu Jianglan was able to die together with that heartless man, which was indeed an extraordinary feat of courage.

"I told you it was just showing off." Jiang Fengqing regained her composure and muttered in feigned annoyance: "The paper must be bad and it's hindering my performance."

"Jiang Fengqing, what you used is rice paper. It is easy to preserve, not brittle, and does not fade. Therefore, it has the reputation of 'paper has a lifespan of a thousand years.' It is obviously because your writing is not good, so don't blame the rice paper."

"Ouch~ That means there's something wrong with this brush." ​​Jiang Fengqing angrily grabbed the hair on the brush a few times, but not even half of it came off.

She threw the brush in her hand on the table and concluded with determination: "I don't care, there must be something wrong with this sum. I will ask Aunt Zhao to buy me a set of the best brush, ink, paper and inkstone tomorrow, and then let you Look at my calligraphy!”

"Exactly." Everyone dispersed in a hurry.

Anyway, they have already seen Jiang Fengqing make a fool of herself, and if it happens again, she will probably be beaten.

Jiang Fengqing looked at the backs of these boys and girls quietly, but she couldn't get angry. Most of them were greenhouse flowers that they had raised and raised. When the gears of fate begin to turn, you will realize the cruelty of fate. In the next ten years or so, some people will become prosperous, while others will not survive.

An old man with half-white beard and hair pushed the door in. He was wearing a long green robe and walked steadily. His slightly long white beard floated gently on his chin. His weathered face was rarely rosy. His eyes were bright and energetic, and there was a sense of righteousness between his brows. It has a strong bookish atmosphere.

All the students sat back in their respective seats.

The person who came was none other than Gongyang Yanqiu, a teacher at Hanchen Academy. Since the academy was founded, he was one of the first batch of lecturers. He was responsible for teaching Chinese and poetry in the first and second grades of the country. The doctor had a stern temper and would often wake up people suddenly to answer questions in class.

Gongyang Yanqiu put down the book in his hand, picked up the paper Jiang Fengqing had just finished writing, and frowned at it for a long time before he could read more smoothly:

"I'm drunk today if I have wine, but I'll drink cold water tomorrow?"

He put the paper back on Jiang Fengqing's desk, sighed and shook his head, "You need to practice your handwriting. Go back tonight and copy Chapter 38 of the Tao Te Ching five times, and give it to me tomorrow morning."

(End of this chapter)