The chief concubine of the foodie king

Chapter 156 Meeting the Duke of Zhou (1)
"Sao Bao!" Yun Yurou muttered in a low voice.

Then slowly moved to the table again, looking at the silk paper that was as white as snow and even reflected light under the sunlight, she hadn't written for a long time, others thought she was going to think seriously again, only she knew, She couldn't bear it!

With her one stroke, this expensive high-grade white paper will hardly escape the fate of being turned into garbage.

When she closed her eyes and the first pen came down, Feng Yijun, who had been staring at her, couldn't help frowning again: What kind of technique did she do?The posture of grasping the pen is a little more beautiful than holding the chopsticks. If the first pen that falls can reveal the literary background of the writer, then her literary prowess can be described as earth-shattering.

After writing a horizontal line, it felt a little too thin, Yun Yurou brushed it back from the tail of the pen again, and looked at it again, it was a bit fat, so she could only stretch it a little longer.

After writing for half a cup of tea, she finally finished writing the word "husband" at the beginning.

Looking at the word 'husband' that has been modified many times, Feng Yijun completely lost the elegance of tea tasting.

He stood up again, walked in front of Yun Yurou, snatched the brush from her hand, took the piece of tissue paper, and tore it in two without hesitation.

"I've changed my mind now. You don't have to write to ask the ninth brother to rescue you along the way, you can write to me: I will imprison you and ask him to rescue you in the forest outside the city!"

Seeing Yun Yurou's blinking eyes, Feng Yijun could only push her away, stood in front of the table, spread out a new piece of tissue paper skillfully with his slender fingers, and put the brush in the ink well with his right hand. After offering sacrifices, and after a little meditation, they fell on the silk paper, and a few lines of majestic and upright characters appeared vividly on the silk paper.

After finishing writing, Feng Yijun pushed the silk paper in front of Yun Yurou, "You just copy what I wrote, and copy it again!" He really couldn't stand her way of writing 'beibei' and 'husband'!

Yun Yurou took the tissue paper, stared at the words on it with wide eyes, and said "tsk tsk tsk" in praise, this is simply a historical array in the museum, so grand, so beautiful, so good It's smooth and smooth, so--strange!
Hearing Yun Yurou's praise from that bastard, although Feng Yijun felt a little uncomfortable, he didn't make a sound. It is taken for granted that he was a famous talent in the dynasty. If his handwriting is not bad, then this time People must be the generation whose name will be recorded in the annals of history.

She raised her beautiful face, smiled awkwardly, and looked at Feng Yijun's smirk.

"What? You are not satisfied with my writing?" Seeing her appearance, Feng Yijun frowned so hard that he couldn't open it.

"No, no, satisfied, absolutely satisfied, hehe, it's just - what is written on it?" Yun Yurou finally asked, all she knew was that Feng Yijun wrote in traditional Chinese cursive script, But she didn't know them!
"You!" Feng Yijun suddenly felt defeated, "You mean to tell me that you don't know these words?"

Yun Yurou nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "You write almost all in one stroke, who can understand it? At least my teacher didn't teach it before." Her teacher probably didn't understand either.

Covering his forehead with his hand, Feng Yijun said weakly, "Then how did you communicate with Jiudi before?"

Hearing what Feng Yijun said, Yun Yurou smiled and said, "Draw a picture!"

At the beginning, before she was called into the palace by Queen Mother Yan, she had said that she would keep in touch with Feng Yibei by letter.

"Husband, don't worry, after I enter the palace, if there is anything wrong or I don't understand, I will write a letter and someone will pass it on to you." Yun Yurou patted her chest confidently.

Feng Yibei held the teacup, tried hard to swallow the clear tea that was about to spit out, and looked at her through the edge of the tea.

Laughing unnaturally, "Haha, lady, if it's inconvenient, you can also draw pictures! I don't mind—"

"You mean, my handwriting is ugly?" Yun Yurou's tone dropped sharply.

"How is it possible? I just think that writing a letter is easier to leak, and drawing a picture is safer. Don't get me wrong!"

Don't get me wrong, but she has to be misunderstood.

"But I just prefer to write letters, because I prefer to enjoy the feeling of words jumping."

When she went out with the messenger from the palace, she turned her head, "Husband, wait for my letter!"

Feng Yibei put down his teacup and chased outside the door, shouting loudly at her, "My lady, drawing pictures is also allowed!"

The memory was interrupted, holding the brush handed by Feng Yijun in his hand, "Then draw me a picture!"

Under Feng Yijun's persecution, Yun Yurou had no choice but to draw her masterpiece on clean new tissue paper.

Receive the pen and draw it.

A lively and lovely picture suddenly appeared on the silk paper, a simple cartoon of a girl with a smiling face tied to a big tree.The smiling face is the simplest, with only three strokes.

This is a smiling face known to young and old in modern times, but it is incomprehensible to Feng Yijun.

Feng Yijun pointed at the smiling girl and asked, "Can you tell me, what is this?"

"Me!" Yun Yurou said frankly.

"Very good, I don't think you are suitable for Fengya's path, come here, hand over the iron cage and carry it here!" Feng Yijun shouted at his back, he felt that he was completely played by Yun Yurou!

Yun Yurou was still doing the final struggle of a trapped beast, she said to Feng Yijun, "Although you can't understand my drawing, Feng Yibei can definitely understand it, as long as you give this to him, he will do something I understand."

Feng Yijun looked at her, his eyes were full of distrust, he shook the tissue paper, "You mean, Brother Jiu can understand this painting that looks like a ghost charm?"

Yun Yurou nodded vigorously.

Such a cute and loving cartoon turned out to be a ghost in his eyes, too lacking in art and childlike innocence.

Feng Yijun lowered his eyes and thought to himself, raised his eyes, and handed the painting to Zuo Hui, "Find someone, and send this ghost talisman to Brother Jiu!" Turning around, he glanced at Yun Yurou, his thin lips slightly raised, "Come on People, please enter Concubine Yunce into the cage!"

Caged?Yun Yurou stared at the iron cage as big as a sedan chair coming towards her, and was so angry that she pointed at Feng Yijun and yelled at Feng Yijun, "You surnamed poop! Don't go too far, even crossing the river and destroying the bridge! Aren't you afraid of being sent by heaven?" Anyway, phoenix and dung are the same sound no matter how they are pronounced.

Feng Yijun snorted softly, "Yun Yurou, don't forget that your husband's family is my younger brother! If God sent it, it means that God has eyes. With your nature, do you think God can spare you? Humph , I would be more than happy to hug you and be struck by lightning!"

"Didn't you ask me to help you before? Since I helped you, you should let me go!" Yun Yurou still refused to accept.

"Have I promised to release you after writing the letter? I can tell you now that the person who will wait for the ninth brother in the forest will not be you!" Feng Yijun said with a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)