One said: The fourth girl of the Jiang family who returned to Beijing from the countryside has offended the powerful regent, and her life is probably going to end.
Unexpectedly, the painting style became like this:
Jiang Nai: "Your Majesty, let me tell you a fortune. If you go out before Chen time today, 90% of the time you will be struck by lightning."
Regent: ... Is there any solution?
Jiang Nai: Come to my Yin Yang Zhai to buy a magical weapon to avoid serious disasters.
Secret Guard: ... Isn't this a one-pot deal? The subordinate feels that you seem to have been tricked again.
How can this king's elegant demeanor be suppressed by the lid of a pot? Let you see what it means to have a pot lid on your head.
The second said: The fourth girl doesn't know a word of Chinese characters and doesn't have any writing skills. The articles she writes are probably nonsense.
Dean of Shangjing Academy: The fourth girl knows astronomy and geography, especially the history and culture of the ancient Jiang Kingdom, and has made great contributions to academics.
Crowd: Are you afraid that you are not talking about the same person? This dean is probably a shill!
The third said: The fourth girl conquered her mother, her brothers, her uncles and aunts, so she had to be sent to a nunnery to be free-range for a few years to sharpen her spirit.
Uncles, aunts and sisters: I'm crying, please stop spreading rumors. Life is miserable. Every time you spread a rumor, we are all in bad luck.
A few years later, Jiang Nai took a small version of the regent shopping.
The son curiously asked: Mom, why is there still a bet in the market that you will not survive more than thirty years in the hands of your father?
Jiang Nai looked guilty: This matter starts with a picture of mountain dwelling.
When my mother was young and ignorant, she trapped your father in a painting and almost starved him to death...
Son: ... What were you thinking at the time?
Jiang Nai: I just thought he was so pitiful, his waist was too thin due to hunger...
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