The White Moonlight of Transmigration is back

Chapter 18
Gu Tu was brought to the study in the front yard with her mouth covered, and she was locked in the room for a long time, but no one came to talk to her.

Well, after all, it's time for Gu Shu to plagiarize her poems.

The manuscript of the poem that she gave Yu Mei was handwritten by Gu Xian, and she saw Yu Mei hand in that piece of paper with her own eyes.

Miss Yu San deserves to be the daughter of the stern-faced censor, this slap in the face took revenge very fast.

Although Gu Shilang's handwriting is not well-known for its good handwriting, anyone with a little discernment can see the taste of it with decades of writing power.

This can't be faked.

Besides, Gu Xian is still serving as one of the reviewers of poems today, so he must write a comment, and the handwriting must be revealing!
Oh, just thinking about it makes me feel embarrassed for Gu Shilang.

I really want to see it with my own eyes.

Gu Tu's heart was itching, and for a moment she wished to grab her little red silk and learn it vividly and carefully.

It's a pity that her Xiaobao is only about four years old now, and she doesn't know where to beg for food, and she can't find it.

Gu Tu shook his two short legs that could not reach the ground when he was sitting on the stool, his heart was half bright and half sad.

She came to the capital ahead of time, and preemptively blocked Gu Shu, which was very relieved;
But she is really too young, many things are inconvenient to let go, and she has to be lamented.

I really want to grow up quickly.

At the very least, the situation of being picked up and left like being carried by someone just now should not happen again.

Shame really.

Fortunately, she was able to hold on under the skin of a child.

I don't know, who will be the first to come in to find her in a while?
Gu Tuqiong was thinking about it in a very boring way, and his eyes glanced at the mixed paintings and calligraphy on the wall of the study, unable to arouse any interest.

I was tired of watching it in my previous life.

In this life, even if she wanted to trade fakes for real ones, her current writing skills are not enough, and the risk of revealing her secrets is too high, so there is no need to make this uncomfortable.

Moreover, she had taken Gu Shu's small treasury and buried it in an absolutely safe place, where even wild dogs would not rummage and bury the bones.

Gu Shu can only suffer from being dumb, it really makes her feel good just thinking about it!
Thinking about Gu Shu's ugly face swollen into a pig's head, tsk tsk, I really want to see it with my own eyes, and then tell her the line that I have been holding back for two lifetimes: You look so funny!
Such a good opportunity, so missed, what a pity.

We must cherish it next time.

There are flowers that can be folded straight, don't wait for no flowers to fold branches!

…………

"Ah, ah, ah, ah!"

Gu Shu sneezed loudly twice in a row, and even the snot bubbles came out!
She stared wide-eyed in horror, staring at the transparent round bubble under her nose in disbelief, and froze there for a long time without moving, not knowing that her eyes had become cross-eyed.

"Oh my god! Gu Qi is so old and still has a runny nose, and he doesn't know how to wipe it off! It's so disgusting, I almost spit out the white fungus and lotus seed soup I ate just now."

The young ladies who were facing Gu Shu under the stage saw her ugly appearance clearly, everyone's face turned green, disgusting and funny, disgusting and wanting to see it.

The sound of the piano didn't stop, and the musician behind thought that Gu Shu was concentrating on painting, and dutifully accompanied her, but just looking at the scene of bees and butterflies dancing around Gu Shu, she always felt that something was wrong.

Probably, not beautiful enough?
It is different from the imagined beauty of beauties and colorful butterflies dancing with each other; in the eyes of the musicians, Gu Shu at this time is like a rotten bucket, attracting countless flies...

vomit.

I can't think about it anymore, it's disgusting.

The sound of the piano was subtly out of tune, but no one noticed it, and even if they did, they wouldn't care.

At this moment, all the ladies and gentlemen in the audience, Qi Qi Huarong looked at Gu Shu who seemed to be motionless on the stage as if her acupuncture points had been tapped, for fear that the bright snot bubbles under her nostrils would burst and accidentally splash them all over!
Then they will all die!
There was a soft snap.

A drop of ink dripped from the brush in Gu Shu's hand, and the peony painting that had been practiced thousands of times was ruined.

Gu Shu suddenly let out the breath she was holding, and then——

Snot bubbles, broken.

(End of this chapter)