princess from the underworld

Chapter 272 text 282
Zi Yan picked up the pen and wrote a poem on it very chicly:

persuade yellow hair

When the boy first met Yushu, Hugh compared his yellow hair to a silk sash.

How can I know the taste of sorrow when I was a child, and I will forgive you if I get by.

Lawlessness often does evil, impermanence squints and knows you are high.

The word Lai is just right, and the word Li advises you to know it often.

At that time, Ai Mingxuan was ignorant, and every time he would make jokes and pass the test in confusion. He didn't know what Zi Yan wrote, so he went to find his husband excitedly, thinking that he had passed the test this time.

But he never expected that it would be a sentence of scolding and punishment. He didn't know until later that the meaning of the poem was cursing. !
The hateful thing is that I can't tell who did it, Ziyan is still adding fuel to the flames, saying that she has been so rude since she was a child, and she will get it when she grows up.

His father's father, that is, his grandfather, actually listened to her and asked him to stand under the sun with a basin of water on his head for a day, and he was not allowed to rest and eat.

That's fine, but what's even worse is that she will appear behind you from time to time, "accidentally" bump into you, or make an itch, and the water is not allowed to spill out!

The following days were not easy, knowing Ziyan's "true face", Ai Mingxuan tried every means to let people know, but every time he ended up being framed by him.

After learning from the pain, after two years of hard study, Ai Mingxuan has made some achievements. He didn't expect to be frightened by Ziyan again today. There is no way. In my mind, I always think about how to take revenge, but when I saw her, all the arrogance disappeared.

"Why are you here! Shouldn't you be in the palace!"

Suddenly remembering that she is a criminal now, Zi Yan stood up, "Is your name Ling'er? Can you get a pot of water. This Jingxin Pavilion has not been inhabited for a long time, and there is nothing."
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(End of this chapter)