The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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"Little girl, such a good book, our entire Ninggu Tower is only me here, you are really good eyesight!" The shopkeeper said more proudly, spitting stars.

A Chou stared at those books and took a random one. There were words and pictures on the cover, and it looked funny, A Chou asked the shopkeeper: "How much is this book?"

"Little girl, you know so much, then I will accept you less," said the shopkeeper as he compared his index finger, and said to Ah Chou, "There are twelve books in total. How about a sum of money?"

"Yi Qian Yin?" A Chou felt that the book in his hand had become a hot potato. "Twelve books, you asked me for a Qian Yin ?! You are just a robber!"

"Little girl, you can't say that. The price is the same as the price. You can see how good the paper is and it is printed clearly. This is not from the small workshop, and it is a good book that cannot be easily bought. "The shopkeeper stopped laughing suddenly, and he had to put away the books while he was doing it, while he was condescending and said," The little lady doesn't know the goods, there are people who know the goods! It's a big deal, I don't sell! "

"Don't be busy! Buying something doesn't make people bargain," Ah Chou was anxious, so busy to grab the book in the counter, paused, and then frowned and asked the shopkeeper, "Man Really like reading such books? "

"Little girl, take it back and show it to your man. If he doesn't like it, I will guarantee you ten times the price back to you!" The shopkeeper's face was full of confidence, and he smiled and lowered his voice, "Little girl Let me tell you, if you buy this good book and go back, your man not only likes it but also likes you! "

"Don't ... don't be sloppy!" Ah Chou blushed terribly, took the money bag and cooked a money and gave it to the shopkeeper, while fiercely authentic, "If he doesn't like it, I will really come back Dropped! "

"Xing Lao!" The shopkeeper's promise was brisk, and he put the stack of books into Azhuu's big bamboo building, and said with emotion, "The little lady is really good to Xiang Gong, and she came to buy books for Xiang Gong personally. There will be such good books in the store in the future, I can keep it for the little girl! I will definitely give you a cheap price next time! "

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

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"What kind of mirror photo do you get up early in the morning, what kind of flower fragrance do you put on an oil head, what kind of flower powder does you put on your face, what kind of flower is the rouge on your face. Get up early in the morning to take a mirror photo of a rhododendron, and put on a osmanthus fragrant oil, The face is rubbed with peach pollen, and the rouge is apricot red ... "

A Chou came back with humming Xiaoqu'er, and the stage in the former palace was almost not idle every day. Although she was only a rough maid, she had heard Xiaoquer from afar. I don't understand, but she can understand these little popular songs, and she learns quite decently.

"What kind of flower sister, what kind of flower lang, what kind of flower's tent, what kind of flower's bed, what kind of flower's pillow bed, what kind of flower's mattress are covered with the bed. Red flower sister, green flower lang, dried twig plum The tent, the bed of ivory flower, the pillow bed of mandarin duck flower, the mattress of Muxi flower is covered with bed ... "

Zhong Mingwei listened to the crisp voice coming from the outside, from far and near, and then stopped outside the gate, followed by the sound of unlocking, and then the little girl's sweet, greasy, crisp voice entered the yard, Zhong Mingwei sat On the bed, leaning against the bedding, fingers tapped along with the little song.

He used to not like to listen to dramas, nor did he not like it. He did n’t have the kung fu. He sat under the stage, and the people on the stage sang Yiyi, and he could n’t sing a song in less than an hour. He did n’t. I didn't have that patience at that time, but now he is shaking his head with Ah Chou's less standard singing.