She was too lazy to clean up after dressing up as a villain heroine

Chapter 64 Rumors

"That would be great." Qiao Zhenzhen interrupted her, "With my grades, it would really be a headache for me if Your Majesty paired me with a talented person who is extremely knowledgeable. I can't understand anything he says."

Is Han Zheng okay just because of his looks?

Little girl, your demands are too high.

"That's not what you said before!"

Zhang Qingwen couldn't help but raise his voice, attracting the attention of others in the classroom.

Many people looked over at them.

Qiao Zhenzhen said: "The past was the past, and the present is now."

Zhang Qingwen bit his lip and lowered his voice, "I heard one more thing."

Ge Yuzhu had already gone back to pack her schoolbag, and Qiao Zhenzhen didn't say anything. Zhang Qingwen had no choice but to sing the one-man show by himself, "Aren't you curious why Duke Dingguo is already twenty-one this year, why he hasn't gotten married yet?"

Qiao Zhenzhen asked, "Have you ever heard of the saying that curiosity killed the cat?"

Zhang Qingwen obviously didn't understand the meaning of Qiao Zhenzhen's words.

She glanced around and whispered in Qiao Zhenzhen's ear:

"I only heard recently... that the prince had two fiancées before."

Qiao Zhenzhen was indifferent, "Are they all dead?"

Zhang Qingwen was surprised, "You know?"

"I don't know. But looking at your mysterious look, I guess they are all dead." Qiao Zhenzhen said, "Are you trying to say that the crown prince suppresses his wife?"

Zhang Qingwen nodded.

Qiao Zhenzhen felt strange. Normally, Duke Dingguo would try to deal with this matter as low-key as possible to prevent public opinion from spreading.

But now it seems that this matter has become a hot topic.

Is someone spreading it deliberately?

Qiao Zhenzhen couldn't help but think more.

Ge Yuzhu turned around and said, "These are just rumors, how can they be taken seriously?"

Zhang Qingwen said: "Where are the rumors? Didn't he die two fiancées?"

"It's all a coincidence. Not to mention the fiancée, there are many wives who have died several times, but there are different people who are married."

"A man like that would only be used by girls who are not taken seriously by their families in exchange for benefits." Zhang Qingwen said, "Would any girl who is loved by her family find a family like that?"

Ge Yuzhu couldn't defeat Zhang Qingwen and died down.

Zhang Qingwen continued: "That's not the case in Yuying's family. Everyone knows that Mr. Mo Ge loves her very much." She looked at Qiao Zhenzhen, "If your father doesn't think about you, can you think of something?"

Qiao Zhenzhen stared into her eyes and found that Zhang Qingwen had a typical lower-class eye roll.

Ambitious and do whatever it takes to achieve their goals.

"What do you mean by ideas?"

Zhang Qingwen covered his mouth with his hand and whispered even more: "Your engagement... aren't you afraid?"

I'm really not afraid.

But Qiao Zhenzhen didn't say that. She asked: "Are there many rumors about the crown prince recently?"

"There are some..."

Qiao Zhenzhen nodded, "I understand."

Zhang Qingwen said anxiously: "You will understand when you understand something."

Qiao Zhenzhen smiled, raised her chin and pointed at the white-bearded Master who walked into the classroom, "Master is here."

Zhang Qingwen quickly sat back in his seat, just to Qiao Zhenzhen's left.

The first class is painting.

The old master sat down in front of the podium and said that today everyone would draw a lotus picture. Then I saw him take out a book from his bag and started reading it by himself.

The attitude is extremely perfunctory.

Just what she wanted.

Qiao Zhenzhen took out a complete set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone from her schoolbag.

Carefully roll out the rice paper, roll up your sleeves, add water and grind the pen.

A set of movements flows smoothly, and then it gets stuck on the next stroke.

The ink dripped down the tip of the pen and onto the rice paper, spreading into a small ball.

At this time, a small, tightly kneaded paper ball flew from the left and rolled to a place less than two centimeters away from the tip of the brush.

Qiao Zhenzhen glanced sideways at Zhang Qingwen.

Zhang Qingwen winked and motioned for her to open it quickly.

Qiao Zhenzhen put down her pen and opened the ball of paper.

"It's better to find a way to get your father to break off the engagement."

After Qiao Zhenzhen finished reading, she picked up a pen and painted the entire note black.

Then he mouthed to Zhang Qingwen: "Don't hit me."

Zhang Qingwen was stunned for a moment, then blushed.

When Qiao Zhenzhen turned her head, she gave her a fierce look.

The girl sitting behind Qiao Zhenzhen suddenly stood up and said, "Master Zhou, they are passing notes."

Qiao Zhenzhen rolled her eyes toward the sky.

The white-bearded Master Zhou looked up from the book, "Oh? What is it written...Bring it to me and take a look."

Qiao Zhenzhen stood up calmly.

Put the small piece of paper painted into a ball of black with both hands in front of Master Zhou.

Master Zhou picked up the note, his wrinkled face wrinkled more tightly, stretched out his arms, and looked closer, "What's written here?"

Qiao Zhenzhen said obediently: "I don't know, it was like this when classmate Zhang threw it to me."

She was too lazy to make excuses for Zhang Qingwen.

Master Zhou looked at Zhang Qingwen and said, "Tell me."

Zhang Qingwen stood up slowly, "I...I just think it's fun..."

Master Zhou frowned and put down the note, "Have you finished painting?"

Zhang Qingwen's cheeks were burning, he lowered his head and said: "No..."

"Sit down and continue painting." Master Zhou said. He looked at the girl who was snitching again, "Chen Ling, have you finished painting?"

"No……"

"Sit down and continue painting."

Qiao Zhenzhen said: "Master, I haven't finished painting yet. I'll go back and paint first."

"Go."

Master Zhou continued to read.

Qiao Zhenzhen walked back to her seat and smiled at the girl behind her.

Chen Ling had a cold war inexplicably.

People who disturb other people's studies have really evil intentions.

Qiao Zhenzhen took up the pen again and conceived her lotus picture.

She recalled the various lotus paintings she had seen before, including some that she thought were very sloppy, but were highly praised.

Structure, blank space, and spontaneity.

casual……

Just draw whatever you want.

The main thing is to have fun, why take it too seriously.

Qiao Zhenzhen began to write, controlling the depth and depth, almost relying on intuition.

There are two large lotus leaves, which can be regarded as lotus leaves.

If the lotus stem is straight and curved, if you can't draw a lotus well, just draw two buds to make up the number.

She also drew a dragonfly on the bud.

With a few simple strokes, you can see two wings, a tail, two big eyes, and two small ink balls.

After reading more than half a class, Master Zhou finally stood up and inspected the results of his classmates.

When she came to Qiao Zhenzhen, she unexpectedly changed her style.

Although the brushwork is immature, the artistic conception is already present in the painting.

"Little lotus has just shown its sharp horns, and dragonflies have already stood on it."

Master Zhou softly recited a line... from a poet of the Song Dynasty.

Don't be surprised, Qiao Zhenzhen has read several volumes of a book called Taizu's Poetry Collection at home, which contains all Tang poetry, Song poetry, and Yuan music that are familiar to her and unfamiliar to her.

She suspected that Taizu and his wife came through space.

The couple have basically done everything a time traveler can do.

Soap, glass, cement, gunpowder, etc...

In short, it has penetrated into all aspects of food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Let the later travelers have no way to go.

Qiao Zhenzhen feels that the most important thing is to improve papermaking and the application of movable type printing technology.

Taizu and his wife spent a lot of effort to develop education and agriculture.

Let the poor be able to buy books and the common people can fill their bellies.

Now, decades later, there is an abundance of talent.

Princes from poor families like Mo Qingyang are the direct beneficiaries.

The once famous aristocratic families gradually lost their absolute advantages in an era when everyone could read.

There is no need for the emperor to deal with them, they are no longer able to get out of trouble.