Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

The old beggar leaned against the wall, his cloudy eyes looking into the distance, muttering:

"Back then, the Duke of Wei's Mansion was a place of honor! The first Duke of Wei followed Emperor Taizu in his campaigns, made great military achievements, and was awarded the title, which was passed down from generation to generation. For more than 150 years since then, the Ji family has enjoyed great honors, and generations have been loyal to the emperor and patriotic, grateful for the emperor's grace. Whenever there was a war on the border, the Ji family would lead 300,000 Ji family troops to charge in front, defending the country and protecting the people's peace."

"But who could have expected that the situation would change so suddenly five years ago. Overnight, countless people were killed and wounded in the Duke of Wei's mansion. The Duke of Wei and his son were killed on the battlefield. Three hundred thousand Ji family soldiers were killed. Even worse, the mansion was found to have colluded with the enemy and treason, and the whole family was exterminated. The glory of the past was instantly wiped out. The huge Duke of Wei's mansion is now left with only the Empress in the deep palace..."

"Lao Qiu, you are courting death! How dare you make up such a story..."

As soon as the old beggar, Lao Qiu, who was introduced to Nan Xiang, finished speaking, another old beggar next to him was shocked, hurriedly spoke out to stop him, and kicked him hard.

Lao Qiu was kicked for no reason, and his body swayed, but he just smiled carefreely. His eyes were turbid but sharp, as if he could see Nan Xiang's thoughts clearly.

"I am an old beggar, and I have nothing to do on weekdays. It's rare that a kid is willing to ask me about some old things. It's no problem, really no problem."

After saying that, he raised his hand and lightly brushed off the dust on his body, looking relaxed, as if the kick just now was just a gentle breeze blowing past.

"You old man, you really don't know how to live or die. I don't care about you anymore!"

The old beggar who was reminded snorted angrily, turned around and walked away, and also drove away the other beggars who were looking around curiously.

Lao Qiu naturally saw all of this, with a complex emotion flashing across his eyes. He looked at Nan Xiang again and smiled gently:

"This old guy is just impatient. Little boy, is there anything else you want to know? I, an old beggar, will tell you everything I know."

Nan Xiang took out another gold leaf from her purse and handed it over, respectfully:

"Old man, I was inconsiderate. Let's go to the tea stall in front and talk slowly. It's quieter there."

Lao Qiu waved his hand and explained, "There is no law in Daqian that prohibits people from free speech. It's just that the news was too tense in the past few years and was suppressed. No one dared to talk about these things. Little boy, you are particularly fond of me, an old beggar, so I said a few more words for a while."

Although he said this, his hands naturally put the gold leaves away carefully.

Nan Xiang smiled slightly and asked, "The Duke of Wei has always been loyal to the emperor and patriotic. Why would they join forces with the Northern Di to stage a drama on the battlefield? Moreover, 300,000 soldiers were killed for no reason. Aren't they afraid of causing public outrage?"

Lao Qiu stretched out his index finger and slowly pointed it toward the sky, with an unfathomable expression on his face:

"It's time and fate. Do you know which parties benefited after the war?"

Nan Xiang had some guesses in her mind, and just as she was about to speak, Lao Qiu smiled and raised his hand, blocking her words, and recited to himself:

"The glory of the old mansion fades away with the passing of time. Frost can be smelled in the withered flowers. The east wind does not favor the fallen petals. The two birds nesting together are just a dream."

Nan Xiang looked puzzled: "Old senior, this..."

Lao Qiu did not explain, but just recited the last two sentences over and over again. His expression seemed as if he was hiding a huge secret.

Nan Xiang fell into deep thought, pondering the deep meaning of the poem.

Suddenly, she saw Lao Qiu picking up his broken bowl and pretending to go somewhere else.

Nan Xiang hurriedly called him back. Although she was still smiling, her eyes were filled with deep resentment and grief.

"Old Senior, what happened to the Jiaxing Su family eight years ago?"

Lao Qiu paused, the smile on his face froze instantly, and then he slowly shook his head:

"The steed is blocked on the road and trapped in slander, the whole house is filled with blood and cold, dark clouds cover the sky, it is going to rain."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed toward the sky.

Nan Xiang looked in the direction of the situation and saw that the sky, which had been clear just now, was now quickly covered by dark clouds. The sky was gloomy and a heavy rain seemed to be about to pour down.

Nan Xiang knew that if she delayed any longer she would not be able to return to the palace, so she said goodbye quickly:

"Thank you, old senior. I've learned a lot from your teaching today." As he said this, he politely stuffed a tael of silver into Lao Qiu's pocket.

"The sudden rain and clouds temporarily obscure your eyes, but when the clouds clear you will see your true face."

Lao Qiu looked at Nan Xiang meaningfully, patted her shoulder gently, and said earnestly,

"Little kid, work hard to live your life. Some things can't be rushed."