The woman seemed not to have heard what the little maid said, and still looked outside, but the smile in her eyes became more and more obvious, and she seemed very happy.
"Miss?" the little maid called.
After a long time, the woman smiled and said, "These are troubled times."
"Ah? What?"
"These are troubled times," the woman looked back at the little maid and said, "Are troubled times necessarily bad?"
"Troubled times are of course bad." The little maid thought she was crazy.
"No," the woman shook her head and said, "If the world is united for a long time, it will be in chaos, and if there is chaos for a long time, it will be united. There will never be a long-lasting royal power. Daqian is dying. If it is not destroyed, it cannot be established. In troubled times, we should be happy."
The little maid didn't understand. She frowned and looked out the window. She still didn't understand why she was happy.
The woman smiled again and looked at another bulletin board that appeared on the road where the carriage passed. It also had a portrait of a girl on it.
"What we see today is like three hundred years ago, but the water of the long river flows eastward. When people look at us three hundred years later, we are in the river and they are on the bank. The two words of history can be summed up, but the eternal people are watching indifferently. , and now there will be a torch that will set the whole world on fire, putting people to death and then resurrecting it. I still have one life left to look at this destruction and reconstruction, so it is certainly worthy of a toast." the woman said.
"Oh..." The little maid no longer wanted to think deeply about the meaning of her words and responded casually.
At this time, she also saw the girl on the bulletin board outside, and the little maid suddenly became frightened.
The eldest lady is acquainted with this girl, and this girl is wanted at the feet of the emperor. If things go wrong, I wonder if this matter will affect them.
"Miss," the little maid turned her eyes and said, "do you suddenly have so many thoughts related to this girl?"
"Yes," the woman nodded, "I haven't been with her for a long time. I don't know her ambitions or whether she will achieve anything in the future, but I see vitality in her."
"Vigor? What is that?"
The woman smiled again, but her eyes became confused. After a while, she whispered softly: "It's something that I have lost."
She raised her eyes. The streets in the capital were wide and she could easily see the sky above the tall buildings.
Just like yesterday, the clouds moved very slowly, with a light ink color, and it was gloomy, but it was also very open, the dome was boundless, and the sky was high enough for birds to fly.
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There was a lot of excitement in front of the Jingzhao Mansion. The soldiers held their spears horizontally to block people, leaving a large open space in front of the door.
There were people everywhere, including many students and family members of the teacher, as well as relatives and friends of the storyteller. Apart from them and people who came here for other reasons, there were many more cries today.
Shopkeeper Liu came to inquire about the storyteller in his teahouse, Lao Li Tou, so he pushed his way through the crowd and was attracted by the cries. After roughly understanding the situation, he couldn't help but sigh.
"This is difficult to handle," shopkeeper Liu whispered, "the girls were taken away, not the boys. Why did you take them away? Isn't it obvious? You took them away and you want to come back?"
"Then there is no other way," someone else said. "Apart from crying here, where else can I go? Go directly to the palace gate? Even if I am going to be beheaded."
"It's miserable, it's really miserable." Shopkeeper Liu said.
Several women cried until they fainted. Shopkeeper Liu shook his head, took a plum candy and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Shopkeeper Liu."
His sleeve was suddenly pulled by someone. Shopkeeper Liu turned around. After seeing the person clearly, he frowned unhappily, took back his hand, looked forward, and said, "Okay, you can do it here in all nine dimensions." Found by you."
Quan Jiuwei was wearing faded clothes and looked a little embarrassed. He lowered his voice and said, "No, Shopkeeper Liu, I'm here because of Mr. Minshan's affairs."
"Oh." Shopkeeper Liu responded, too lazy to pay attention to him.
Quan Jiuwei paused and said: "What about that, Shopkeeper Liu, what I asked you to do before..."
Shopkeeper Liu didn't respond, as if he didn't hear anything.
When others looked over, there were many appraising and teasing looks, and Quan Jiuwei felt his face burning.
"Shopkeeper Liu, can we take a moment to speak?"
"Are you annoyed?" Shopkeeper Liu said irritably, "You poor guy, always thinking about crooked ways, get out!"
"Pfft!" The people watching nearby laughed.
"Shopkeeper Liu, please really help me with this matter. As long as you help me, I can do whatever you ask me to do from now on. I will be your ox and horse." Quan Jiuwei pulled on Shopkeeper Liu's sleeve again, his voice
He said very lowly.
"Go away," Shopkeeper Liu shook him off, "You are still treating me like a cow. You are so old that you can't even afford a wife. You are just a piece of junk."
"Haha..." Someone laughed directly.
Quan Jiuwei lowered his head and his fingers trembled a little. He calmed down and said in a strong voice: "Shopkeeper Liu, I will go to Jinyu Hall to find you again tonight."
"Don't come," shopkeeper Liu said, "I don't have your potential."
"I'll see you again in the evening." Quan Jiuwei said the same way, turned around and left.
Others saw that his neck was red. As soon as he left, they asked shopkeeper Liu what happened. Shopkeeper Liu waved his hands and said, "Nothing, nothing, I borrowed money."
"Oh..." Everyone suddenly understood.
The crowd has not dispersed. Some people are leaving and some are coming. Those who are tired of shouting for grievances and shouting for Mr. Qingtian stop and stare blankly at the Dengwen drum hanging high in the distance. Those who have been kneeling for a long time and those who are tired of kowtowing have all stopped.
.
The surrounding streets are deserted and deserted, with very few people coming and going, not even as many as patrol guards.
Two cake stall owners sat side by side chatting, looking at the street in the distance. The cakes were heating in the stove, and the water in the stove made a gurgling sound.
"It's time to take a rest, we've been around all day," said a vendor.
"Come back and pass by us. I wonder if you will come to buy some food from us." Another vendor said.
"Then you have to take advantage. Your stall is better than mine."
"That's not necessarily the case. I'm busy here, so I'll definitely go find you."
"Hey, let's not talk about this anymore. I don't know whether I will buy it or not. Who is not a pauper now?"
"Hey, where's the person!" A clear female voice suddenly sounded.
A hawker looked back at his stall and stood up to greet him: "Here he comes, he comes."
The little maid was dressed in a Luo shirt and looked clean. Her hair was neatly combed and she had a small hairpin inserted sideways. She looked like she belonged to a respectable family.
"Girl, what do you want?" the vendor asked with a smile.
The little maid was still a little worried, so she turned back and looked at the carriage not far away. The vendor saw that there was a lady sitting on the carriage over there, her face covered with gauze, and her exposed eyes were particularly beautiful.
Meeting the eyes of the little maid, the woman nodded.
After the little maid was confirmed, she said to the vendor: "I've wrapped all the cakes on your stall."
The vendor was stunned and didn't react.
The vendor at the stall next door was filled with indescribable envy and his eyes widened when he saw this maid turning her head to look at her and said, "I want the stall from your stall too."
This chapter has been completed!