Chen Qingxuan saw Meiya sitting there in a daze, thinking that she couldn't keep up, so he thought about teaching Meiya after school. But then he saw Meiya suddenly turn the pages of the book, her white fingers moving slowly on the paper, line by line, page by page, obviously looking for something.
What is this girl looking for?
Chen Qingxuan was extremely curious. He immediately walked towards Mei Ya, but was stopped by a boy who asked, "Sir, how do you pronounce this word?"
Chen Qingxuan bent down, looked in the direction of the boy's chubby fingers, and then answered: "This word is pronounced Zhong, it is a compound surname. Zhongli."
"Oh. I've heard of Zhongli. There was a Zhongli Chun in the Warring States Period, but she was a famously ugly woman!" A boy next to him shouted. As he spoke, he glanced at Ah Chou. His eyes were full of undisguised ridicule and joy. "I once heard from a storyteller that Zhongli Chun looked really scary. She had a protruding forehead and sunken eyes. Her nostrils were upturned, her head was quite big, and her hair was sparse. Her Adam's apple was bigger than a man's, and her skin was dark red. Wow, she was just like a female demon!"
"Jiafu, have you ever seen a female demon?" another boy asked, looking at the boastful boy named Jiafu with curiosity, "Are there really female demons in the world?"
"I don't know if it exists in the world," the boy named Jiafu was very proud of being the focus of everyone's attention. He continued to glance at Meiya and said, "But here, there is a ready-made one..."
"Jiafu, have you listened to the whole story told by the storyteller? You only know that Zhongli Chun is ugly, do you know her other deeds?" Jiafu was interrupted by Chen Qingxuan before he could finish his words. Chen Qingxuan was always good-tempered to these children, but at this time he looked stern and solemn.
Suddenly, the room fell silent. The boy named Jiafu was also busy and silent. However, he was a person who loved to show off. After a pause, he boldly retorted to Chen Qingxuan: "So what if she didn't finish listening? With such an ugly face, what great deeds can she do? Besides, she is a woman!"
"What's wrong with being a woman? Can't a woman make a difference? Are women destined to be exploited and driven by men? Jiafu, if you have been thinking this way since you were a child, then I really feel sorry for your mother and sisters," Chen Qingxuan said coldly, glancing at Jiafu, then flicking his sleeves and walking to the front. His eyes wandered over the young faces, and he said in a deep voice, "History has never been written by men alone. The heroine Hua Mulan, the talented woman of the Three Kingdoms, Cai Wenji, the great poet Li Qingzhao, the empress Wu Zetian... The glory of these women cannot be erased by anyone, let alone replaced by men."
It was the first time for Meiya to listen to Chen Qingxuan's lecture. Chen Qingxuan had always been frugal with words, and this was the first time he spoke so passionately. Meiya was fascinated by his lectures and felt that Chen Qingxuan's lectures were even more exciting than those storytellers. Meiya couldn't help but cheer for Chen Qingxuan in her heart, but when she looked at the boy named Jiafu, she suddenly stood up.
"Sir, you are right. These women are all remarkable figures in history. They are famous for their abilities. But these women are beautiful and rely on men to be with them. That's why they can achieve so much." At this point, Na Jiafu suddenly turned around and looked at Meiya. While staring at Meiya, he argued with Chen Qingxuan with a red face: "But sir, you can tell me what is so unique about an ugly woman like Zhonglichun? What can she do? Although she is recorded in history books, I am afraid she is just a laughing stock for future generations!"
"Well, since you are curious about what is so special about Zhongli Chun, let me tell you," Chen Qingxuan was not angry. He put down the "Hundred Family Names" in his hand and looked at the red-eyed family portrait calmly. "Just as you said, Zhongli Chun is a famous ugly woman in history. Ordinary men would look down on her appearance. But you don't think about whether Zhongli Chun can look down on those ordinary people?"
Having said this, Chen Qingxuan paced slowly, wearing a moon-white linen gown. There was nothing special about it, but it did show a bit of his immortal style.
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