Yin Luzhu glanced at him in surprise, "It's ridiculous? How is it ridiculous?"
As she said that, she frowned and looked at Chang Yu from top to bottom, and sneered, "Chang Yu, you already look like this, and there are still people saying words of love to you. You have to cherish it. In this case, I'm not worried.
You won’t be able to get a wife in the future.”
Chang Gu raised her chin, looking like she was the only one in the world, "My subordinate has already rejected me. Is she worthy of a mere washed slave?"
Yin Luzhu: "..."
Seeing that Yin Luzhu didn't speak, Chang Yu continued.
"A washed-up slave was sold into the palace as a slave early because of her poverty. She has never read or practiced calligraphy. She can't even understand the Four Books and Five Classics. She is not on the same level as her subordinates, so they had no choice but to refuse." "Ha!" As soon as Chang Yu finished speaking, Yin Luzhu snorted angrily.
She walked silently along the road, her shadow stretched long, but her voice unexpectedly revealed a calmness.
She looked at Chang Yu and spoke calmly and seriously.
"Chang Yu, reading and practicing calligraphy will make you understand the truth, know honor and disgrace, and then be restrained and humble, be strict with yourself, and be lenient to others. It does not make you consciously know a few words, know a few knowledge and be superior to others, and be complacent."<
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Yin Luzhu's words reached the eardrums, Chang Yu and Qing Luo's pupils shrank suddenly, and they froze.
They looked at the person in front of them in shock, their eyes filled with complicated and incomprehensible expressions.
Chang Yu's words made Yin Luzhu suddenly think of his former self.
The father always hopes that his daughter can become a talented woman who is good at poetry, calligraphy, etiquette and music, but in the end...
Sighing, she continued.
"Master's teachings are for you to become a lantern bearer to illuminate the darkness, rather than to be complacent about having a lamp and blow out other people's candles!"
Just as Yin Luzhu finished speaking, Qing Luo and Chang Yu pulled out their long swords in unison and pressed their backs against her back. Their eyes became sharp and full of vigilance.
Yin Luzhu raised his chin slightly, letting the wind and snow bring snowflakes to fall on his head, eyelashes, and hair tips.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, "Winter is coming again."
"You are not the Crown Prince at all. What did you do to the Crown Prince?"
Qing Luo clenched her sword tightly, her sharp eyes like an eagle hunting prey in the dark night, dangerous and treacherous.
Yin Luzhu stared at the two of them. It turned out that he was testing her.
"Where's the master?"
Qingluo asked again. They had discovered the difference in the prince a long time ago. Like outsiders, they thought that the prince had been forbearing all these years. Who would have thought that the person in front of them was no longer the original master. Chang Yu stared at Yin Luzhu closely, as if he wanted to see traces of disguise on her face, but after looking for a long time, he was frustrated to find that there was nothing.
"Who are you?"
Seeing that Yin Luzhu didn't answer, Qingluo's sharp blade moved forward and gently cut her skin, and faint blood seeped out instantly.
Although he is always bleeding, Yin Luzhu remains calm and calm, as if he has everything under control.
She gently glanced sideways at the two people in front of her, her lips parted slightly, "Fu's direct daughter, Fu Wansheng."
He uttered the name that struck the world like thunder, "Yin Ning."
"..." Qingluo and Changyu's pupils shrank, and there was disbelief in their eyes, "What did you say?"
Fu Wansheng?
The entire Fu family was wiped out overnight, and no one survived!
