A bowl of porridge was put down, followed by a plate of steamed buns.
"Young guest, you have enjoyed your meal!" the waiter said.
Xia Zhaoyi smiled and imitated his tone: "Okay."
The waiter left with a smile. Xia Zhaoyi took out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder, wiped them with a handkerchief, and gently stirred the hot porridge.
This was the third breakfast she had today, and this was another breakfast.
Steam was rising from the porridge, and she stirred it quietly while listening to the voices on all sides.
There are many people who talk about trivial matters and few people who talk about world affairs, but you can get a general idea of the situation.
Someone at the next table mentioned something about Duke Dingguo's mansion, but no one stopped him. It didn't seem to be a taboo.
Pei Feng's situation has been mentioned a lot, but when it is mentioned, the word "plague" is used.
The porridge gradually cooled down, and the people next to him changed tables. Xia Zhaoyi got up, put ten copper coins on the table, took two steamed buns and left.
A little beggar from two adjacent streets squatted in a corner, with a big hole missing from the bowl in front of him.
He was so hungry that he looked eagerly at the restaurant opposite, thinking that it would be dark soon so that he could give him some leftovers.
A bun was put down by a small white hand. The little beggar hurriedly raised his hand to grab it, stuffed a mouthful into his mouth, and then raised his head to see who the kind person was.
The little girl stood in front of him, looked at the bun in his mouth, and said helplessly: "You are not afraid that the bun is poisonous, so just stuff it into your mouth."
The little beggar swallowed the bun in several mouthfuls, not even bothering to chew it, then wiped her mouth and looked at the girl.
"I have one more, what if you don't?" the little girl said again, holding a bun in front of her hand.
"Yes!" said the little beggar, reaching out to grab it.
The little girl suddenly avoided it, and like a magic trick, the bun appeared in her other hand.
"If you want, I can ask you about a few things. If you can tell me in detail, I can treat you to a big meal of fish and meat." Xia Zhaoyi said.
"Okay, okay!" The little beggar nodded hurriedly.
There is a large lake behind Wanglaifu Inn, on which boats are sailing back and forth. There seems to be a small golden autumn poetry gathering on the other side of the lake.
Many talented people and beauties who are not running back and forth for a living are on the other side. The talented people fold their fans and wave gently, dressed in elegance, and the beauties are graceful and graceful, with dignified manners.
Most eyes were on them, and no one paid attention to a pair of poorly dressed children walking under the tung tree over there.
The little beggar couldn't look away from the bun in the girl's hand, staring at it helplessly.
After the girl found a place to sit down, she handed the bun over.
The little beggar snatched it away, but was reluctant to eat it, so he held it in his hand.
"I still have a lot of copper coins here," Xia Zhaoyi said, "Whatever I ask, you answer, answer one, and I will give you a copper coin."
The little beggar looked at the copper plate in her hand and thought the color was very beautiful: "You ask, you ask!"
"Dingguo Gongfu, why was the house confiscated?"
"Ah..." the little beggar was stunned, "Why are you asking this?"
"Just answer it."
The little beggar frowned and looked at this girl who was several years younger than herself.
After a while, the little beggar said: "It seems to be related to the Pan family in Ningzhou..."
"Ningzhou Pan family?"
"I don't know the specifics. I just know that it only took three days from the time I heard about the incident in Dingguo's mansion to the time when their homes were confiscated and their families were exterminated. Why do you ask this?"
Xia Zhaoyi nodded. Hearing the word "annihilate the family" felt as painful and heartbreaking as a silver needle piercing his ears.
She handed over a copper plate.
The little beggar accepted it happily and saw that there was another one in the girl's finger.
"How was the Miemen destroyed?" Xia Zhaoyi asked with difficulty.
"How to destroy what?"
"Giving wine, Bai Ling, or... beheading?"
"Behead! The women will be exiled, and the men will be beheaded. There are more than a hundred heads on the execution ground southwest of Shengjing. They were chopped off with a bang!" the little beggar said vividly, still talking to himself.
A knife was struck on his neck.
"When did it happen? Two years ago?"
"Yes, it was not long after the accident between Ding Guogong and Miss Xia. It seemed to be April. Yes, it should be April. The weather was good at that time. I remember it clearly! Old Liuzi died not long after that.
The bodies were rolled up in mats by the guys from the pawn shop and thrown out!"
"April." The little girl repeated blankly.
"If you don't mention this, I can hardly remember it. But when you mention it, it seems that many people died in that time, and many girls disappeared. It's strange to be at the feet of the emperor.
"The little beggar continued.
The little girl seemed to be listening, but she seemed not to be listening.
The little beggar stopped, looked at her and said, "What's wrong with you?"
The little girl didn't speak. She was silent for a long time. She handed over the two coins in her hand, then took out another one and said, "Aside from the raid on Dingguo's palace, have any other major events happened in the court in the past two years?
"
"Hey, how could I know this?" The little beggar hurriedly put away the two coins he got and smiled so hard that he couldn't close his mouth. "I knew that many people had their heads chopped off and several big families were wiped out.
Well, by the way, there is something very strange here. Last year, the whole family of Lin Hongru, the Minister of Rites, was killed. In one night, they were all killed! The blood flowed out from the crack in the door. That
It was so scary that I even ran to see it.”
"Lin Hongru, Minister of Rites? What about Ren Qingshu?"
"Ren Qingshu resigned, just because of the incident between Dingguo Gongfu and the Tao family. I didn't know why he resigned or not. He was kidnapped on his way back to Feng.
Outside He County, a group of people were dead and injured. Ren Qingshu seems not to be dead, but his injuries are serious, he may be disabled... Hey, both of them are ministers of the Ministry of Rites, how miserable." The little beggar said, repeatedly
Shake his head.
Xia Zhaoyi handed over a copper plate and said, "Also, tell me any other major events and the families you mentioned that were wiped out."
"Okay, okay!" The little beggar was so happy when he saw how easy it was to make money for the first time, and he quickly told everything he knew.
He has been wandering around the market all year round. This shop chases him away, and that shop chases him away. He knows many people and goes to many places, so he hears a lot of news. Especially when something happens to a certain family and there is some news on the street,
He is always one of the first to join in the fun.
At that time, Hongzhuang would join in the fun to see if she could pick up or grab some treasures in the chaos, and who would be getting married. Hongzhuang would pass by on the long street, and the richer ones would always sprinkle some sugar and copper coins, attracting passers-by to fight for each other, and it was a joyous occasion.
Only now did the little beggar realize that what he saw and heard could be sold as news, and it was really worth it in exchange for a few meals.
