The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 101: 小quer

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"Little lady, I am the only one in Ninggu Tower who has such a good book. You have such a good eye!" The shopkeeper became more and more proud as he spoke, and his saliva flew everywhere.

A Chou stared at the books and picked one at random. There were words and pictures on the cover. It looked interesting. A Chou asked the shopkeeper: "How much does this book cost?"

"Young lady, you know the stuff so well, then I'll charge you less," the shopkeeper said, gesturing with his index finger, and said to A Chou, "There are twelve books in total, and they only cost one penny. Why? Like?"

"A penny?" A Chou suddenly felt that the book in his hand had become a hot potato, "Twelve books, you ask me for a penny?! You are simply robbing me!"

"Young lady, you can't say that. You get what you pay for. Look at how good the paper in this book is and how clearly printed it is. This is not from a small workshop, and it is not easily available. "It's a good book." The shopkeeper immediately stopped laughing, and while making a gesture to put the book away, he said condescendingly to A Chou, "It doesn't matter that the little lady doesn't know the goods, there are many people who know the goods! At worst, I won't sell it anymore. !"

"Don't be busy! You don't want to bargain with others when buying something," A Chou was anxious. He was so busy that he grabbed the book from the counter. He paused, then frowned and asked the shopkeeper. , "Do men really like reading books like this?"

"Little lady, take it back and show it to your man. If he doesn't like it, I'll guarantee you ten times the price back to you!" The shopkeeper looked confident, while he chuckled and lowered his voice. "Little lady, let me tell you, if you buy this good book and go home, your man will not only like this book, but he will also like you even more!"

"Don't... don't be so careless!" A Chou blushed terribly. He took out the money bag and cooked a penny of silver and gave it to the shopkeeper while saying fiercely, "If he doesn't like it, I really I will come back and return it!"

"Okay!" The shopkeeper agreed readily and quickly put the pile of books into A Chou's big bamboo building. My husband is buying a book. If there is such a good book in the store in the future, I will keep it for the little lady! I will definitely give you a cheaper price next time!"

"Thank you then!" Ah Chou suppressed his excitement and hurriedly left the bookstore carrying a bamboo basket. Then he went to buy a lot of vegetables, meat, rice and noodles, and also went to the cloth shop to pull two feet. Cloth back.

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"Wake up early in the morning, look in the mirror, comb your hair with oil, what kind of flower fragrance is there, what kind of flower powder is applied on your face, what kind of rouge is on your mouth. What kind of flower red is that when you wake up early in the morning, look in the mirror, comb your hair with oil? The fragrance of osmanthus, the peach blossom powder applied on the face, the rouge on the mouth is apricot blossom red..."

A Chou came back humming a ditty. In the past, the stage in the palace was always busy almost every day. Although she was just a rough palace maid, she had also heard ditty from afar, such as Kunqu Opera and Shaoxing Opera. Of course she couldn't understand it, but she could understand these popular songs and learned them quite decently.

"What kind of flower sister, what kind of flower man, what kind of flower curtain, what kind of flower bed, what kind of flower pillows on the bed, what kind of flower mattresses covering the bed. Red flower sister, green flower boy, A tent made of dried plum blossoms, a bed made of ivory flowers, pillows made of mandarin duck flowers placed on the bed, and a mattress made of sweet-osmanthus flowers covering the bed..."

Zhong Mingwei listened to the crisp voice coming from outside, from far to near, and then stopped outside the gate, followed by the sound of unlocking, and then the little girl's sweet, crisp voice entered the yard, Zhong Mingwei sat on the bed, leaning against the quilt, tapping his fingers to the tune.

He was not a fan of opera before, nor did he dislike it. He just didn’t have the skills to sit under the stage and listen to the people on the stage singing, and he couldn’t finish a song in less than an hour. , he didn’t have the time or the patience, but now he was shaking his head and beating the time along with A Chou’s substandard singing.