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Chapter 32 Who is Lao Tzu?

An Xinyue immediately became teary-eyed: "Chen, do you not like Yue'er anymore?"

"It's a bunch of nonsense, why doesn't this king not love you when he asks you to go back to rest." Chu Lichen frowned, obviously displeased.

An Xinyue stood up softly holding her delicate body, and held Chu Lichen's wrist with one hand: "Chen, Yue'er is 16 years old." in the arms.

But Chu Lichen suddenly dodges, causing her to fall into Xiaoqiao's side, "Yue'er, go back." He never pretends to love An Xinyue, so he thinks that the most basic love for her is to respect her.

He remembered that when he was young, his aunt Liluo said that if you love someone, you must respect her. No matter you are a prince or a commoner, respect is the most basic thing when it comes to love.

An Xinyue's love was rejected, her beautiful eyes were stained with tears, she stomped slightly at Chu Lichen, and finally turned and ran away.

Chu Lichen pinched his slightly aching forehead, but suddenly thought of Qiao Mo in his mind, and thought of her gentle words to the prince. There was a chill in his sharp phoenix eyes. It was one of his Chess pieces, how can you speak softly to others.

Qiao Mo's courtyard.

Qiao Mo wanted to make clothes for Chu Lichen, so she had to follow Yue'er step by step, and her fingers were almost smashed overnight.

"Hiss..." Qiao Mo's finger was pricked again, and Qiao Mo was in so much pain that she almost called her mother.

"Miss." Yue'er hastily put down the clothes in her hands, and looked at Qiao Mo's hand distressedly: "Miss, I'd better not do it, Yue'er rushed out after a few nights." What she didn't understand was that Miss used to be the last She is good at needlework, but what's wrong now?
"It's okay." If she let Yue'er do it, wouldn't that pervert Chu Lichen take advantage of it?

Qiao Mo sewed and disassembled, and yawned again and again. The ancient times were indeed a good place to change her habits. Back then, she would have no problem staying up all night, but now, she has only been here for a few days, and she arrives every night. At about seven or eight o'clock, she would yawn again and again, and she really couldn't make it through the day.

"Ah..." The finger was pricked again, Qiao Mo looked at the cute little blood bag on the finger, and she was on the verge of madness.

"Ah—I hate you, Xiao Chuzi." Qiao Mo said, and lay down on the table. She didn't even finish the sleeves. The Weaving Girl Festival is only a few days away. What will she do?
Yue'er blinked her big round eyes and looked at her young lady, wondering all the time in her mind, who is this little Chuzi?Who is Lao Tzu?
"Miss, it's better for Yue'er to come and go to rest." Yue'er whispered.

Qiao Mo yawned and climbed up again: "It's okay, come on, I don't believe it anymore, isn't it just a piece of clothing? Can I still?"

"Miss, who is I?" Yue'er asked cutely.

"Lao Tzu?" Qiao Mo was stunned for a moment, wanting to say proudly that I am me, but seeing her Yue'er's cute and silly appearance, she couldn't say anything.

"Lao Tzu, I am actually a very famous person, and he is very knowledgeable." Qiao Mo chuckled, she is not lying, Lao Tzu is as famous as Confucius.

"Oh, has that lady seen him?" Yue'er asked again in a cute manner.

She sees Lao Tzu?

Unless she is not traveling through this dynasty.

"Educated people usually don't meet people very much." Qiao Mo continued to argue with her maid.

A master and a servant talked about everything, until Qiao Mo couldn't bear it anymore and her fingers hurt so badly that she went to sleep.

(End of this chapter)