After rebirth, I became black with the villain

Chapter 44

"Yes, the princess is truly a bodhisattva..."

Beside him, the boy's old father burst into tears with excitement, "Thank you princess, thank you princess, I will repay the princess even if I am a cow or a horse in the next life."

Ye Wu almost didn't laugh when she saw it, Ye Qiong also took great pains in order to win a good name.

"You don't have to thank me, old man. God has the virtue of being good at life. Now that I have met him, how can I not take action," Ye Qiong said lightly, pulled out the needle in his hand, and gave the young man another medicine and a pot of water.

"Oh, wake up, wake up..."

As expected, the young man opened his eyes, knelt down as a gesture of gratitude, so amidst countless praises around, Ye Qiong turned around, saw Ye Wu, and smiled slightly: "Sister, you are here too."

"Yeah, coincidentally, I saw a good show," Ye Wu said with a pun, without pointing it out.

"It's not a skill to cure a person. As a princess, you and I, if you can cure the common people, it is a great skill. This is what I have been pursuing in my life."

Ye Qiong said with compassion, she was born beautiful, dressed in white and plain gauze, just like the bodhisattva in the temple.

In the previous life, he had the reputation of Jade Face Bodhisattva.

"The princess is truly a bodhisattva..."

I don't know if it was driven by someone, or if it was really bluffing people. Immediately, countless people knelt down towards Ye Qiong, and many scholars and literati saw it in the restaurants on both sides of the street.

Another compliment.

Ye Qiong saved a person today, and within an hour, her reputation as a Bodhisattva will spread throughout the capital... It's a pity that she met Ye Wu today, and all the glory is destined to disappear.

"Is this Princess Zhaoren in a pocket? It's so good to pretend," Shen Yao muttered.

Ye Wu burst into laughter for a long time, and now she broke her power.

"Sister Huang, this is to have the world in mind."

Shen Yao rolled her eyes, I believe you are a ghost.

It took a long time for the people kneeling on the ground to persuade them, and the carriage continued on and arrived at the Talking Society.

"Ah Wu has never been good at poetry, why did she come here to talk about learning?"

When Ye Qiong entered the door, she also asked a question, not to mention loudly, almost many people present heard it.

Countless eyes immediately fell on Ye Wu's body.

"Princess Rong An is here too. I still remember that she said two years ago that she knew how to draw the Phoenix, but she ended up drawing a picture of millet pecking rice. I laughed to death, haha..."

"Is that picture still kept by the princess?"

"It must have been torn off, that little chicken didn't look like a little chicken either..."

Confucian scholars are most open-minded when they speak. They will not feel that this is offending the powerful, but they are not afraid of power.

Ye Qiong exposed her to everyone as soon as she entered the door, just to see if she would get angry when she was embarrassed.

In no mood……

Ye Wu giggled directly, "That is the painting of this princess when she was young and ignorant, and there are still people thinking about it. It seems that this princess is also very famous? Just kidding..."

"Why don't you paint a picture today?"

I saw a few scholars from Bailu College approaching and said provocatively.

Ye Wu immediately recognized that they and Xue Han seemed to know each other, was this taking advantage of the chaos to make things difficult for her?

"Princess Rong'an's phoenix arrogance intentions must be extraordinary. Taking advantage of everyone's enthusiasm today, how about splashing ink in public?"

A dull and high-pitched voice came, and everyone couldn't help but look sideways, and their eyes widened slightly.

"God, it's Mr. Wuque!"

"The Wucai son who can attract birds with the sound of the zither? It is rumored that he is not only talented, powerful in martial arts, and wealthy, but also the leader of the first floor of the world. The restaurant under our feet is his property. Whoever is in Beijing Don’t be fascinated by Mr. Wuque.”

(End of this chapter)