The cold noodle emperor and the pretty princess

Yes……

She admitted that she shouldn't despise Master, nor should she draw such a frustrated portrait of Master.

But the master doesn't need to bring out the Emperor Taizu to teach her. How many years has the Emperor Taizu been dead? Read it to Emperor Taizu's head.

Standing under the eaves outside the academy holding a sign of repentance, watching the pouring rain irritably, Yun Qin was bored and scratched his ears and cheeks.

Suddenly there was a soft laugh, "Why are you not honest when you repent? You are still looking around, what are you looking at? Do you want to see if the emperor will come to save you?"

Yun Qin's almond-shaped eyes widened and he turned his head to look, and snorted unceremoniously through his nose, "I need the emperor to save me? Hmph! I don't know what to say!"

Fu Qingyue really didn't want to laugh, but when she saw Yunqin's baby face pretending to be an old man, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Yun Qin glared at her from embarrassment to anger.

Although, the man in front of me is handsome and looks like a man, but why is he so popular?She hates his rotten peach eyes that look up and down and study carefully!

This 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 cloud of rain and fog, pattering down on a spacious gravel road.

In front of him was an unknown plant full of small scarlet flowers.

Mr. Fu was standing in this rain scene, standing in front of this little flower, tall and handsome, extraordinary.

Yun Qin really didn't want to despise him, but her big, beautiful eyes couldn't help giving him a big roll of the eyes.

Fu Qingyue laughed so hard that she deserved a beating!

It is said that Mr. Fu is a rare talent with four masters in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Grandpa Zhang Guanglu would naturally smile when he saw Mr. Fu's eyes, and when he saw Yun Qin, he would sink his face and frown firmly.Judging from these two expressions, one can tell how stubborn Yunqin is, and how cute Mr. Fu is.

Just one song.

Mr. Fu smiled and looked at Yunqin, who was opposite him, propping up his chin with two chubby hands, "How is it? Do I play well?"

Yun Qin snorted stubbornly, raised his chin, and said proudly, "It's so-so, it's not bad."

Fu Qingyue smiled.

Yunqin took a sip from the teacup, "At this level, you can just grab a handful on the street, right? You people in the capital have never seen the world, do you know what it means to sit in a well and watch the sky? There are heaven and people outside the sky, Qin There are many masters in chess, calligraphy and painting outside!"

"Then how about... you play a piece for the teacher, okay?"

"Hey, you let me play it well!"