Chapter 146: I'm Not Familiar with the Road

Honeysuckle: "......"

Where do I look for it.

Go to the palace?

I'm not familiar with the road to the palace. I didn't know what was controlling it before.,Broke into the main hall accurately.ใ€‚ Later, with the impression of a difficult return, it took a lot of wisdom.

Now, I really don't know where to go.

Where is the place of the upper court?

And the banquet Xia Jingming was not a place that time.

Yes words.

She'll be punished for trespassing......

I haven't heard of an ordinary official girl who can casually enter the main hall of the council. I don't know if I have to go to prison for a few years to eat free but not necessarily delicious prison meals. It's troublesome to think about.

Never mind.

Or keep waiting.

After eating lunch without knowing the taste, Honeysuckle looked at Zhang Yi: "Dad, do you have any books you want to read, I'll read them to you." โ€

Zhang Yi: "......"

Truth be told, no.

However, it is rare for the girl to express her filial piety and honor his poor father, how can he refuse? After this village, there is no such shop. So stumbling agreed.

What is good to read?

"In the study, on the second shelf, there is a book of bibliographies, the book is very thick, I want to listen to this."

"Okay."

After getting the book.

Honeysuckle was almost crying.

The first page, the first word, she didn't recognize.

What does ใ™ก mean?

How to read.

It's hard! It's hard to die.

This is clearly a strength to persuade you to quit.

I didn't know the first word, which perfectly hit the enthusiasm of honeysuckle, like being poured a basin of cold water.

According to the principle of not knowing the reading half, pretend that its pronunciation is tu. She lowered her voice, her heart empty. When she read the fourth word, her face was wrinkled, and she didn't even know half of it this time, but it was neat.

Honeysuckle: "Who made these words?" โ€

It's not minimalist at all.

Crying chirping.

Zhang Yi: "This is a good book, and it will be very beneficial to your life. As a result, you can't finish the first line. Think about your father and me, who also had a thin reputation. How did you give birth to such an illiterate person? โ€

Honeysuckle: "I!! โ€

To run away from home.

Not happy.

Vexation.

Feet.

Zhang Yi: "As the only illiterate person in this small family, are you very unconvinced now?" โ€

Honeysuckle: "......"

Only.

Illiterate?

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Seriously.

Of course she wasn't convinced, it couldn't be. She tried to save her dignity: "My mother definitely doesn't know either." As she spoke, her mother walked in. Honeysuckle hurriedly handed the book to her, "Mother, do you know this word?" โ€

Woman: "tuรณ." โ€

Seeing honeysuckle seems interested.

And the woman explained a lot.

Place name, located in .......

Zhang Yi seized the opportunity and counted the honeysuckle: "I know, your mother knows, Bai Che knows, but you don't know." Don't you have to be embarrassed? Let you read more books on a regular basis, but you won't, now you know how bad you are. โ€

Honeysuckle: "......"

I can't hear what you say.

I'm going to cover my ears and steal the bell.

Zhang Yi: "Are you still reading?" โ€

"Read!"

How can you give up?

Be strong.

Honeysuckle finished the first line with great difficulty, feeling more tired than moving ten pounds of things. When she finished the first page, she rubbed her hair with her hands, wondering if she had lost a few precious hairs.

Reading is really too hard.

She didn't know the words.

I didn't know her by those words.

Look at each other and hate each other.

When I read the second page, Honeysuckle couldn't stand it, "Dad, isn't my voice too ugly, irritating your ears, and making you uncomfortable to hear?" Otherwise, read this today. โ€

More on that tomorrow.

Oh no.

There is no tomorrow......

She no longer wants to ask for this kind of pit on a whim, with a hot brain.

Zhang Yi: "No, you read it very well." โ€

That's true.

Although I misread a lot of words.

Reading is a mess.

The sound is good.

Honeysuckle. On weekdays, I want my father to praise her, but my father always dislikes her, and now I want my father to dislike her, but my father rarely affirms her. It's clear that I don't want her to be satisfied.

As far as her belly is concerned, how can she hide it from her wise father.

He must have known that she didn't want to read it.

Say that on purpose.

Woowoowoo......