"These pathetic scholars really disgust me."
Gu Tao leaned back in his chair, incessantly stuffing pastries into his mouth, an act that looked quite bizarre. It wasn't that there were no other women around, but none were as unrestrained as Gu Tao. Even during the era of great feminist strides under King Zhouwu, girls were still very conscious of their demeanor. Otherwise, the flourishing culture of Tang Dynasty ladies with elaborate makeup wouldn't have existed. Yet here she was, sitting with her legs crossed, shamelessly grabbing sweets with her hands to eat. It's not like there weren't any girls who did this, but they were a rare breed indeed, especially at a relatively sophisticated poetry gathering like this.
"What's got you disgusted this time?"
"It's just, I think they're uncultured." Gu Tao shook her foot: "When it comes to knowledge, I don't even know how much higher I am than these people."
