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Chapter 77

What are you talking about? Hurry up and get something." Gu Chunuan kicked Liu Yue and said angrily.

Gu Chunuan drew an ambiguous portrait of the God of War and his Master, and it spread throughout the academy, including the fact that she was punished by Master Shangguan for painting a hundred times.

Many people came curiously and wanted to see how Miss Gu San, the most talented person in the legend, could draw a hundred portraits of Shangguan Confucius in a short lunch break.

The school was completely surrounded.

They thought that Miss Gu San would definitely work hard at painting.

Unexpectedly, she ate her meal leisurely. After the meal, she took a knife and carved something on the wooden board.

Everyone was puzzled.

"Ms. Gu San was so stimulated that she gave up on herself?"

"I think it's possible. Even a god can't draw a hundred paintings. What's more, even if she could, the God of War wouldn't be able to spare her. If I were her, I wouldn't waste the last days of my life in vain."

"Strange, why do I feel that Miss Gu San is not afraid at all? Could it be my misunderstanding?"

"What do you think Miss Gu San is carving?"

"What else can be carved? Of course it is to carve your own tombstone. Otherwise, who will collect her body? You must know that she has broken away from the Prime Minister's Mansion. It is impossible to expect the Prime Minister's Mansion to collect her body."

"It's really pitiful that at such a young age and with so much talent and learning, a beauty died so young. Alas..."

Almost everyone looked at her with sympathy.

Princess Dangdang ran over after lunch, smiling proudly, "Don't worry, if you die, I will be kind enough to collect your body for you."

Gu Chunuan blew the sawdust off the wooden board and turned to Princess Dangdang lazily, "Princess, believe it or not, even if you die, I will not die."

"Gu Chunuan, you cursed me."

"Did I curse you? I was just using a metaphor. Look at you. You are upset and angry. If you continue like this, you may be as short-lived as your brother Zehuang. By the way, why didn't you see me today?

King Ze, is it possible that he was stung by a bee and died overnight? He still owes me millions of taels of silver."

"How dare you. You are so brave. You dare to insult the prince and princess in public."

"You are so presumptuous. When Auntie Huang spoke, you actually dared to talk back. What's wrong with me scolding you? Even if I beat you, you didn't dare to say anything."

The pressure of seniority made Princess Dangdang so angry that her face turned green.

I really don’t know why the emperor’s brother promised such a rogue woman to his uncle, causing her to be shackled everywhere.]

She was about to get angry when the college bell rang, "dong dong dong".

It means the lunch break has passed and it’s time to get ready for class.

Hearing the bell, Princess Dangdang smiled proudly and said, "Class is about to begin. You haven't even drawn a single picture. Let me see how you can keep up with the officials."

"Hey, it's terrible that you have long hair and short knowledge."

Gu Chunuan shook his head, the sarcasm on his face was so obvious.

Everyone was stunned.

How long has it been since this happened? Where did she get the confidence to think she could still complete a hundred paintings?

Is it possible to change it?

"Little princess, how about we make another bet? If I can draw a hundred portraits of Master Shangguan, then you will give me the jade pendant on your waist. If I can't draw it, then you owe me a hundred portraits."

I don't want ten thousand taels of silver. How about I give you another ten million taels of silver?"

"Hiss..."

Everyone was shocked.

Is Gu Chunuan crazy?

There's only a quarter of an hour left before class starts.


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