The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

"What water? What ladle? " Ah Chou looked at the picture on the cup curiously, his eyes turned and then again, "where is a ladle? Why didn't I see it? "

Chen Qingxuan was so amused by her that he wanted to laugh. He was afraid that ah Chou was worried that he was making fun of her. Now he stifled it. Then he patiently explained to ah Chou: "there are three thousand weak waters, only one scoop. This is from the Sutra. It means that you may meet many beautiful things or people in your life, but you can't be greedy. It's enough to grasp one of them carefully. So here Water and ladles are just metaphors. In fact, they are not water and ladles. "

"Oh, that's the truth," ah Chou suddenly realized. He stared at the fish on the top of the tea cup for a while. The more he thought about it, the more reasonable Chen Qingxuan said. When he looked at Chen Qingxuan again, he inevitably had some admiration. "Mr. Chen, you really have knowledge, oh! By the way, you are a gentleman. Of course, you have knowledge! You see, I call you Mr. one at a time, but I almost forget that you are Mr. "

"Hahaha!" Chen Qingxuan didn't resist this time. He laughed, but he was very generous. He stopped for a moment. It won't make people feel embarrassed.

Ah Chou became more and more fond of Chen Qingxuan. He held the tea cup and asked Chen Qingxuan, "but Mr. Chen, how can I not see any students in your private school every time I come here?"

"They have already finished class and gone home," Chen Qingxuan said with a smile. "Our Jixian library is open at five o'clock every day. It's closed after two hours. Now it's noon, and there are no students."

"Oh, that's hard for you," said ah Chou, taking a sip of tea, and then he suddenly widened his eyes and said in surprise, "Mr. Chen, this tea is so fragrant that it tastes better than the oil made of jasmine! And it's nice to be fragrant but not greasy! "

"If you like it, drink more. There is something else in the teapot." Chen Qingxuan said, lifting the teapot to the table.

"Then I'm not polite." ah Chou didn't wriggle. He took the cup and gulped it. Then he didn't help Chen Qingxuan. He renewed the cup by himself. Then a jasmine flowed down the spout of the cup into her cup. She put down the teapot and lay down on the table. She stared at the jasmine floating in the cup and kept a low voice Muttering, "how could it look so good?"

Chen Qingxuan didn't see such a girl as ah Chou. Before he was twenty years old, he studied hard in a cold window. He didn't even get out of the door. He had no chance to contact any girl's family. When he was twenty years old, he became a scholar. In this small Chen family village, he was the first person to make a difference. Even the magistrate sent people to congratulate him. He said that in time, Chen Jialang must have the good ability to praise officials.

Since then, there has been a lot of excitement in his family. He heard from the matchmaker that Miss Li's housekeeper is a good hand. Miss Chen looks like a celestial being, or Miss Zhou is virtuous and dignified. He was too tired to say. He didn't know whether he was bothered by the matchmaker's incessant noise, or the influential fathers who couldn't wait to put their daughter in the arms of the scholar in his district Niang, together with him, he didn't treat the girls in the village very much. So he came to the foot of the mountain and built such a private school. It's quiet. But he can hide the matchmaker, but he can't hide his grandma Chen.