She admitted that she should not despise the Master, nor should she draw such a frustrating portrait of the Master.
But Master, there is no need to bring out Emperor Taizu to teach her a lesson. Emperor Taizu has been dead for many years. This matter has nothing to do with him. I really don’t know how the old man can think about it so much.
I thought of Emperor Taizu.
Standing under the eaves outside the academy while holding a sign of regret, Yun Qin looked at the pouring rain irritably, feeling bored and scratching her ears and cheeks.
Suddenly I heard a chuckle, "Why are you not being honest when you repent? Are you still looking around, what are you looking at? Do you want to see if the emperor will come to save you?"
Yunqin turned around with wide almond-shaped eyes and snorted rudely from his nose, "Do I need the emperor to come and save me? Humph! I don't know what to say!"
Fu Qingyue really didn't want to laugh, but when she saw Yun Qin's baby face pretending to be mature, she couldn't help but laugh.
"Why are you laughing?" Yun Qin glared at him with an angry look.
Although the man in front of her was as tall as a tree and human-like, why was he so popular? She hated his peach-blossom eyes that looked at him from side to side and studied them carefully!
Mr. Fu from Famous Sword Villa was standing on the corridor not far away, next to a faded vermilion pillar, looking at him with a smile.
Behind him was a sheet of steaming rain and mist, pattering down on a wide gravel road.
In front of him is an unknown plant full of small scarlet flowers.
Mr. Fu is standing in this rainy scene, standing in front of this little flower, tall, handsome and extraordinary.
Yunqin really didn't want to despise him, but her big and beautiful eyes couldn't help but give him a big look.
Fu Qingyue laughed so hard that she needed to be beaten!
It is said that Mr. Fu was a rare talent who was excellent at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
When Grandpa Zhang Guanglu saw Mr. Fu, his eyes would naturally burst into laughter, and when he saw Yun Qin, he would sink his face and furrow his eyebrows. Judging from these two expressions, you can see how naughty Yun Qin is, and Fu
The young master is so cute again.
Just one song.
Mr. Fu smiled and looked at classmate Yun Qin opposite him, who was holding up his chin with his two chubby hands, "How about it? Do I play well?"
Yun Qin snorted stubbornly, raised her chin, and said arrogantly, "It's just so-so. It's pretty passable."
Fu Qingyue smiled.
Yun Qin took the tea cup and took a sip, "At this level, you can just grab a lot of them on the street, right? You people in the capital really have never seen the world, do you know what it means to sit in a well and look at the sky? There are people outside the sky, Qin.
There are many masters of chess, calligraphy and painting out there!"