The ever-changing and enchanting concubine: smiling like a rosy face

Chapter 246 Borrowing Yueyue'er's Hand to Win the Fart King 6
Chapter 130 Borrowing Yueyue'er's Hand to Win the Fart King
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I laughed at myself, "Princess Yueyue, it's not an honor to be illiterate. It's necessary for slaves to publicize it! If you don't believe me, you can ask the king, he even said he would teach me how to read!"

Yueyue'er turned her head to look at King Fart, who nodded with a smile.Yueyue'er turned from astonishment to joy, and said with a sly smile, "Then I won't copy Buddhist scriptures, I'll write a few words, I'll rely on you for the test."

I was stunned, "I can't read, how can I take the test?"

With an inscrutable look on her face, Yueyue'er picked up a pen and wrote three characters on the rice paper.I poked my head and glanced at it, almost laughing.Instantly understood the girl's intentions.

Damn, want to mess with me?Do you know where the door opens?
On the face, he pretended to be blank, the big satyr and the little bad had already seen it, and the little bad couldn't help laughing, but the big pervert looked at me, as if he wanted to remind me, I'll answer him With his eyes, he felt relieved.

However, the Fart King sat upright in his original position, as if he was keeping aloof from the matter.

"Come, come, read it out and listen!"

Yueyueer was confident, I took the paper, shook my head deliberately for a long time, and said in a daze, "It knows me, but I don't know it!" With an idea, I took the paper and brought it up to King Fart, and said in a coquettish voice: " Your Majesty, didn't you say you want to teach your slaves to read? Let's start now!"

Yueyue'er was full of disdain, the little villain was snickering again, the big pervert made a cup of tea and watched me act.

Fart King glanced at those three words, his eyes seemed to tighten a bit, and I felt his meaning in my heart.Even if he helps Yue Yue'er to punish me, don't allow outsiders to insult me!
"You don't know how to read? Who wrote these?"

Fart King picked up a mahjong, it was the "eighty thousand".I secretly praised in my heart, the king of farts is really not easy to fool, if I don't know how to write, how can I write this?

Pretending to recall now: "When the old man with the white beard taught the servant, he asked the servant to memorize it. The servant thought these were just patterns, so they were words?"

The Fart King took a deep look at me, and I tried my best to resist the sharpness in his eyes, still maintaining an innocent and innocent demeanor.

He sighed softly, pointed to the words on it and said, "This one reads 'I', this one reads 'Yes', and the latter one is guessed by yourself!"

(End of this chapter)