The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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Chen Qingxuan looked at the very delicate dragon and phoenix wedding invitation in his hand, and his hand was a little trembling, obviously it was only two pages, but he felt heavier than a thousand dollars, he opened the wedding invitation with great effort, and the thin and stern font in it was just one. When he caught his eyes, his heart sank suddenly ...

"What's so beautiful? I'm ugly."

"Where is it ugly? Obviously pretty, girl, have you practiced writing before?"

"No, no, I don't know a few ligatures like this. How can I practice words?"

"However, your font is beautiful, do you want to practice writing? Then I will teach you okay?"

"What's wrong? Is it uncomfortable? Why is my face so red? Didn't I close the window last night?"

"No, no, I'm fine, Mr. Chen, what do you want to eat at noon?"

"Why? Just want to teach you how to write, do you remember to pay me the tuition?

"Mr. Chen, I don't want to learn to write anymore."

"What's wrong? Why don't you want to write anymore?"

"I already have a master who teaches writing. I don't want to find another master."

"It's him?"

...

It really was him.

Chen Qingxuan shook his hands terribly. He was really a little stretched. He was too busy to put the wedding post on the table, and then squeezed a dry smile to Zhong Mingwei: "Yes, such a good day, when the time comes And grandma will definitely be here. "

"It's so good," Zhong Mingwei let out a sigh of relief, and then lifted his chin to Pang Yi. Pang Yi was so busy that he put the stack of books in his hand on the table. Zhong Mingwei pointed at the stack of books and smiled. With Chen Qingxuan said, "I know that Mr. Chen admires Mr. Ding Fu, so I asked Pang Yi to buy a few copies of Mr. Ding's works and gave it to Mr. Chen, but I don't know if Mr. Chen has read it. "

"This ..." Chen Qingxuan looked at the stack of books in front of him, but he didn't want to accept it, but he was afraid of blowing Zhong Mingwei's face. Then he paused and then nodded to Zhong Mingwei with a smile.

"It's nothing, it's just a few books," Zhong Mingwei said with a smile, sipped his tea, and looked at Chen Qingxuan, "Tai Fu has a righteous shoulder, a generation of great Confucians, with the ability to stir up anyway, save the world and save the people. , Read more of Taifu ’s books, it will benefit you. ”

Chen Qingxuan stunned, then bowed: "Yes, Qingxuan jotted down."

This was not the first time he was shocked by Zhong Mingwei's momentum. He was obviously a crippled person who couldn't even walk the road. He obviously sat there and said things calmly, but Chen Qingxuan felt inexplicably intimidated by his whole body. Very human, even in the face of Fang Zuotang, Chen Qingxuan has never felt this way. He always feels that he is not a person who has lived for a long time, and he has no such momentum.

"Preparing for the exam, and seeing that you are about to go to the hometown for an exam," Zhong Mingwei nodded to Chen Qingxuan while supporting the table and stood up. "I won't bother."

When Chen Qingxuan sent Zhong Mingwei out, Meiya also selected Grandma Chen ’s dishes, and watched him come out, too busy to help him, but when he saw the gray hands, he was too busy to run and wash his hands. Jumping up and down, he reached out and wrapped around Zhong Mingwei's arm, while saying goodbye to Grandma Chen and Chen Qingxuan with a smile: "Grandma, Mr. Chen, let's go first!"

"Go! Slow down the road." Grandma Chen also beckoned to her.

"You walked better today than yesterday. It's not that I praise you, it's true!" Meiya smiled at Chen Qingxuan, while supporting Zhong Mingwei across the threshold, and then on the carriage, Meiya also got on. The carriage waved to Grandma Chen and Chen Qingxuan again, "Grandma, Mr. Chen, you must come over by then!"

"You can rest assured!" Grandma Chen smiled. When the carriage ran away, Grandma Chen's smile dissipated a little. She looked back at Chen Qingxuan, who had been silent behind her, and sighed softly for a while, "Qingxuan, In the future, your grandma will not force you to be married, and you will find it slowly. When will you meet someone you like and when will you be married again. "

"Grandma," Chen Qingxuan looked at Grandma Chen's wrinkled face, a little guilty, but more of relief, "Thank you."