Her Majesty Was Pregnant Before Entering the Palace

Jiang Ning's handwriting is not pretty, even a bit ugly.

This is of course because she doesn't like writing with a brush, and she is too lazy and unwilling to practice seriously.

Everyone around her knew that she couldn't write well, and she couldn't play piano, chess, calligraphy or painting, things that every lady should be able to do.

But no one criticized or criticized her for it.

Because she had good reason.

Who can force a person who has been living among the people since he was three years old and grew up in a poor environment?

For these reasons, the two elders of the Jiang family were full of guilt towards Jiang Ning and would never allow anyone to mention her shortcomings such as her ignorance of rules, lack of elegance, inability to play chess, calligraphy, painting, and writing.

In order to make up for years of guilt, Jiang Ruobai wanted to send her daughter, who was lame, inelegant, ignorant of poetry and music, and had no talent, to the palace to become the most noble woman in the world, despite Lin Zizi's objections. .

And he almost succeeded.

At this time, he was holding the booklet, looking at the slightly ugly handwriting, and smiled: "Xia Chu can write a good calligraphy. Just tell her to write whatever you want."

Jiang Ning said: "Now is not the time for you to dislike my ugly words. Take a look at the content."

When Jiang Ruobai heard this, she calmed down and read a few lines carefully. She couldn't help but look up at her daughter in surprise: "It's interesting. Did you write this?"

"I transcribed it."

"Really, it was copied from that book? How come I have never seen this content before?" Jiang Ruobai said as he stared at the words on the booklet and kept reading. The more he read, the more frightened he became.

Although he is a civil servant, he studied at Chunqiu Academy when he was young and also learned the art of war. He and the brothers Jiang Ruobai can be regarded as all-rounders in both civil and military affairs.

He asked himself how he could not be surprised if he was familiar with the Art of War but had never read the book in his hand.

Since Jiang Ning had taken out this book, he had naturally prepared his words.

She replied calmly: "Even the Imperial Academy does not have this book. A few days ago, I dreamed of an old man reading a book in my dream. When I woke up, I could still remember it clearly, so I followed my memory. I copied it down. I didn’t quite understand it, but I did my best to research it and found that it should be a military book. This book was given to my uncle during his expedition to Rouran. Maybe it can be used? No matter what, this is my filial piety as a niece."

Jiang Ruobai was stunned for a while.

In a dream?

The white-bearded old god?

Although stories of epiphany in dreams have been circulating among the people, it is still incredible for it to actually happen to people around you.

But the military book in front of me is written in black and white and cannot be faked.

With Jiang Ruobai's knowledge, he could see the value of this military book with only a few lines of words.

Could it be that there really is such a magical thing as an immortal entrusting a dream, and it happened to my own daughter?

If this is true, this little daughter of mine is truly the daughter of destiny.

Jiang Ruobai smiled and said: "When I get back, I will give this book to your uncle and ask him to take a look at it. Even if it has some use, it will be considered as your contribution."

Jiang Ning smiled and said: "Uncle, I love me, so I will naturally repay you. By the way, Dad, I also want to ask you, how is Gucheng doing after you return?"

Jiang Ruobai smiled and said: "You already have Lone Peak, but you are still thinking about Lonely City? Don't be too greedy."

search

copy