Chapter 782: In Your Eyes, I'm Illiterate?

Although Gu Yunxiang was looking forward to leaving here, when she could really leave, she felt a little dazed.

Carrying a small burden, standing at the gate of Ganquan Temple, it was white outside, and she didn't know where to go.

Gu family?

That's where she was born and raised, it's her home.

But now she looks down, and she has fallen out with Gu Chengan......

It's a shame to go back like this.

But without looking back at home, where can she go.

She has no money now, nor does she have any title, just the most ordinary people's woman.

Gu Yunxiang stood at the door for a long time, and finally stepped on the snow and left a little staggering.

Bao Xing came back and reported to Yun Dai, "The slave followed for a while, she should have returned home." ”

"Where else can she go besides the Gu family." Yun Dai said, "Aunt Gao is the Ye family's dowry maid, and she has no grandfather to rely on. Can only look back at home. ”

Bao Xing said: "The Gu family is also very difficult now, and I am afraid that she will not be welcome when she goes back." What's more, there is also a disabled child she gave birth to. ”

Yun Dai said: "It's easy to put icing on the cake, but it's hard to send charcoal in the snow." Gu Hongmiao has always spoiled Gu Yunxiang as a heart, this time she goes back, I want to see what happens to Gu Hongmiao. ”

Bao Xing said: "In the future, when the slaves go out to buy every day, they will inquire about the news of the Gu Mansion by the way. ”

Yun Dai nodded and didn't speak again.

After Gu Yunxiang left, Ganquan Temple was completely quiet, and no one came to disturb them.

After living like this for half a month, this morning, Yun Dai was sitting cross-legged behind the desk, picking up a pen and writing.

Yuzhu came over with a tray and said, "Niangniang is too diligent, and she sits and writes when breakfast is useless." Although we came to copy the scriptures and pray for blessings, the emperor did not stipulate how many scriptures we had to copy. You can make a good appearance, on such a cold day, carefully freeze your hands. ”

"I'm not copying the scriptures." Yun Dai stared at the blank paper, frowning and biting the tip of the pen.

"What do you do without copying the scriptures?" Yuzhu came over curiously.

Bao Xing said: "Niang Niang writes poetry. ”

"Really, Niangniang can also write poetry?" Yuzhu was surprised.

Yun Dai looked up at them: "In your eyes, I am illiterate?" ”

"Illiterate?" Bao Xing blinked.

"Do you think I'm a man who can't read a single word?"

"The minions don't dare." Bao Xing shook his head and said with a smile, "The slave can be regarded as having read for a few years, and the slave can't write the handwriting of Niangniang." ”

Yuzhu said: "Niangniang is not public, where is she like Concubine Jing, reading a few books to promote her reputation as a talented woman everywhere." I haven't seen her write a few poems. ”

Yun Dai tapped her forehead with a brush and said, "Old Man Jin is Taishan Beidou, peach and plum all over the world, even the emperor has to call a teacher." Concubine Jing was taught by him personally, and it is strange that she is not a talented woman. Poetry doesn't mean anything. ”

"Niangniang, why did you suddenly remember to write poetry?" Yuzhu asked.

Yun Dai lowered her head in contemplation and did not answer.

Yuzhu looked at Baoxing.

Bao Xing whispered: "General Xu brought the emperor's message and wanted to bring back a few poems of Niangniang." General Xu is waiting. ”

Yuzhu smiled in horror: "Just wait like this, Niangniang is not an immortal, so it can be so fast." It's a lot of brains to compose poetry. There are so many literati and writers, it takes a lot of effort to write a poem. General Xu, this is not allowed to stay overnight? "A hundred plating, the latest chapter of "The Queen is My Black Moonlight Claw Book House" is free to read for the first time.

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