The chief concubine of the foodie king

Chapter 155 Smiley
"Letter for help? It's that simple!" Yun Yurou held up a pen and turned to look at Feng Yijun.

"It's that simple! But, you'd better not play tricks on me!"

Yun Yurou picked up the pen and made offerings in the ink pool. Feeling full of literature and art, she looked up at the sky and thought for a long time, and everyone also waited for her for a long time.

Finally she lowered her head, looked at Feng Yijun, and smiled, "Uh, should there be a colon after this title? Do you want to leave two spaces when starting a new line?" She hadn't written a letter for many years, so she wrote this I have completely forgotten the format of the letter.

Feng Yijun was taken aback when he heard it, and rarely asked with doubts on his face, "What is a colon?"

"Stupid, colons are just two dots!" Yun Yurou said contemptuously, as a prince, he would not understand something that she, who was always passing the Chinese language, could understand?
"Bastard, if I ask Brother Jiu to write a distress letter, why don't you get me something small!" Feng Yijun, who was said to be stupid by Yun Yurou, couldn't help but reprimanded him, and he began to suspect that this woman was wearing something in her head. What are they.

After drinking it, Yun Yurou remembered where she was, and she smiled awkwardly.

After writing, Feng Yijun, who felt that she was unreliable in doing things, stood up from the soft couch, walked in front of her, lowered his head to check, and after only one glance, he stretched out his hand to write several crooked masterpieces that she worked so hard to write. It was pulled up, torn in half on the spot, and floated to the ground.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Yun Yurou yelled angrily as she watched the fruit of her hard work turn into trash, trying to pick up the piece of paper.

"What did I ask you to write?" Feng Yijun asked with an ugly face.

"A letter for help!"

"Then what did you write to me?" Angrily, he pointed to the paper on the ground, on which was written, "Dear Beibei——"

Beibei - Beibei - a dignified prince should have this nickname, maybe Feng Yibei himself doesn't think it's disgusting, but everyone present at this moment feels goosebumps all over the floor.

"Are you sure you wrote a distress letter, not a love letter?" Feng Yijun glanced at Yun Yurou and asked gloomyly.

"Hehe, do you have to have a title for writing this letter?" Yun Yurou still looked stupid.

Who doesn't know that the simpler the distress letter, the better, Yun Yurou thought to herself, isn't she planning an acrostic poem?So I have to buy more time, yay, it's harder than the composition test back then!
Seeing Feng Yijun's darkened face, Yun Yurou chuckled, "Since I've been arrested by you, why don't you write a letter yourself and ask Feng Yibei to save me? Why let me write it, isn't it Is it unnecessary?"

"Hmph, you're smart. In the whole world, who doesn't know that your Concubine Yun is a slippery loach? If there is no letter from you, can Brother Jiu believe that you are in my hands?" Feng Yi Jun looked at Yun Yurou, and his thin lips were lightly raised.

loach?Is there any loach as beautiful as her in the world?
Feng Yijun lowered her head and looked at the note carefully. In five short words, she even made two mistakes!He raised his head and looked at her, "Did your father really ask for a husband for you back then?"

gentlemen?A certain person was slow to react, holding a brush and looking at Feng Yijun, what did he mean by this sentence?
"Did you really go to a poetry school?" Seeing someone's [-]-year-old expression, Feng Yijun had no choice but to speak more clearly.

It turned out that she was asked if she had gone to school?Hey, I have been fleeing for too long, I can't keep up with nutrition, and I was overly nervous, so many brain cells were killed, so it is understandable that I didn't digest his words for a while. feel ashamed.

"Of course I passed, I still graduated with honors!" Speaking of this, a certain person raised her chest proudly. How can she say that she has really been poor for fifteen or sixteen years?Maybe it's longer than today's No. [-] Scholar Lang?
It's purely a matter of fate, it has nothing to do with whether she worked hard or not, Yun Yurou silently mourned for herself sadly in her heart.

"Then how many years have you studied?" Looking at Yun Yurou who was as proud as a hen in front of her.Feng Yijun could only take a deep breath to suppress the churning in his heart.

"Three years in kindergarten, six years in elementary school plus three years, plus three years, plus four years, plus self-education, at least eighteen or nineteen years!" Yun Yurou said seriously.

There was a burst of laughter around.

Feng Yijun's face is even greener to the bottom, further studies?He forced a smile and looked at Yun Yurou. At this moment, he really couldn't figure out why such a thick skin was hidden behind this unparalleled beautiful face!

"It turns out that the Ninth Concubine of our Jinyao Dynasty is really talented! She has been studying since she was born! Then can you understand what is going on with these two typos?"

Hearing Feng Yijun's ridicule, Yun Yurou knew that she was forgetting herself again, and thought she was a female college student in the 21st century.Feng Yijun in front of him didn't know where he came from, so naturally he still thought she was only eighteen or nineteen years old.

She smiled sheepishly, and then lowered her head to examine the tissue paper that had been torn in half. Although the five characters were a bit horrible, she could swear that they were written neatly and neatly, even elementary school students Knowing that there were no typos, she looked up at Feng Yijun in puzzlement, could it be that he is a prince, even inferior to a primary school student.

Seeing the contempt in Yun Yurou's eyes, Feng Yijun completely forgot his usual poise and elegance at this time, walked to the tissue paper impatiently, pointed to the first two words with his toes, "Can you tell me, this What are the two words?"

This woman has the ability to make people go crazy and make people forget about self-cultivation. After all, there is no normal communication between saints and bastards.

Yun Yurou glanced at those two words, then looked at Feng Yijun, "My dear, I learned it when I was in elementary school!" Her tone was undisguised sarcasm.

Unexpectedly, she would be so righteous, Feng Yijun knocked the folding fan heavily on the palm of his hand, "You are sure you did not make a mistake, you did not write these two words disabled!"

Hearing what he said, Yun Yurou could only read it carefully again, but this is clearly the most standard word "dear"!Looking at Feng Yijun, she didn't wake up until she saw the calligraphy and landscape pictures on the folding fan in his hand.

This is the ancient times that uphold traditional literature, not modern times. What people write are unmodified traditional characters, not the simplified characters she has learned. No wonder he would say that she made a typo.

Traditional characters, she had peeked at the comics under the desk at the time, most of the comics at that time were in traditional characters, so she has read a lot of traditional characters, the problem is, it is one thing to look familiar, Whether you can write it or not is another matter.

"Rewrite it for me!" After saying this, Feng Yijun turned and walked towards the soft couch, the cloak fluttering in the wind swept across Yun Yurou's face, leaving behind a faint scent of roses.

(End of this chapter)