The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Chapter 101: little tune

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"Little lady, I'm the only one in Ninggu Pagoda that has such a good book. You have really good eyesight!" The shopkeeper became more and more complacent as he talked, and his saliva flew around.

Ah Chou stared at the few books and took one casually. There are words and pictures on the cover, which looks very interesting. Ah Chou asked the shopkeeper, "How much is this book?"

"Little lady, you are so knowledgeable. Then I will charge you less," the shopkeeper said to Ah Chou, gesturing with his index fingers. "There are twelve books in total, and the total is only one coin. How about it?"

"One penny?" Ah Chou suddenly felt that the book in his hand had turned into a hot potato. "Twelve books. You asked me for a penny?! You are simply stealing!"

"Little lady, you can't say that. You get what you pay for. Look at how good the paper of this book is. It's printed clearly. It's not from a small workshop, and it's a good book that can't be bought easily. .” The shopkeeper stopped laughing immediately, and was about to put the book away while making gestures. While condescendingly looking down at Ah Chou, he said, "It doesn't matter if the little lady doesn't know the goods, there are plenty of people who know the goods! At worst, I won't sell it!"

"Don't be so busy! You don't want to bargain when you buy something." Ah Chou was in a hurry, so he went to grab the book in the hands of the counter, paused, and then frowned and asked the shopkeeper, "Man Do you 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 ten times the price and return it to you!" The shopkeeper smiled confidently, 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 also like you even more!"

"Don't...don't be silly!" Ah Chou blushed so hard that he immediately took out the money bag and paid a penny to the shopkeeper, and said fiercely, "If he doesn't like it, I will really come back and return it." of!"

"Okay!" The shopkeeper agreed readily, and quickly put the stack of books into Ah Chou's big bamboo building, and said with emotion, "Young lady is really kind to my husband, and she even came to buy books for him personally. 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 cheap price next time!"

"Then thank you!" Ah Chou, full of joy, hurried out of the bookstore with a bamboo basket on his back, then went to buy a lot of vegetables, meat, rice and noodles, and went to the cloth shop to pull two feet of cloth back.

"When you get up early in the morning, look in the mirror, comb your oily head, what kind of flower fragrance is it, what kind of flower powder is on your face, and what kind of flower red is the rouge on your mouth? When you wake up early in the morning, look in the mirror with water chestnut flowers, and comb your oily head with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, The face is rubbed with peach pollen, the rouge on the mouth is apricot blossom red... "

A Chou came back humming a little song. The stage in the former palace was almost always idle every day. Although she was just a rough maid, she had listened to the little song from afar. She listened to Kunqu opera and Yue opera. She didn't understand, but she could understand these popular ditties, and she learned them quite decently.

"What flower sister, what flower man, what flower's tent, what flower's bed, what flower's pillow on the bed, what flower's mattress covered the bed. Red flower sister, green flower man, Ganzhimei curtains, ivory flowers on the bed, mandarin duck flower pillows on the bed, sweet osmanthus flower mattresses all over the bed..."

Zhong Mingwei heard 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 sweet and crisp voice of the little girl entered the yard, Zhong Mingwei sat On the bed, leaning against the quilt, her fingers beat time to time with the little tune.

He used to not like to listen to operas, nor did he dislike them. He didn't have the time to sit under the stage and listen to the people on the stage singing. He couldn't finish singing a song in less than an hour. He didn't At that time, he didn't have that patience, but now he is shaking his head and beating the time with Ah Chou's substandard singing.