Wu Changqing believed that he was being reasonable and relying on his elders, so he ridiculed Qin Zhuen in a weird way. It is hard to say that there is no resentment towards the Nine-Pocket Elder who jumped out halfway.
He has spent his whole life to be an eight-bag man. Why should Lord Qin be so kind to a child with a yellow mouth?
However, Wu Changqing didn't pick the right person to vent his anger on. Qin Zhuen was not a master who could take offense. The youngest Nine Pocket Elder of the Beggar Clan raised his thin lips, and the smile in his peach blossom eyes was immediately soaked with bad water.
"Since it belongs to Elder Wu, just take it back." Lord Qin said with a half-smile, "I asked Li Xingxiang before, but she didn't know it was so valuable. I just said that you wanted to get married to please her. I personally hung this thing around her neck that day. I heard you tell me what kind of treasure it was, and you also said that it would be passed down to your son as a family heirloom..."
Speaking of this, Qin Zhuen couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Speaking of which, Elder Wu is already in his sixties and running into his seventies, right? He is indeed an old man with ambitions for thousands of miles! What a great ambition!"
As soon as the words came out this time, everyone around Qin Zhuen burst into laughter.
Wu Changqing pressed her withered lips tightly, and the deep-cut flesh of her cheeks shook uncontrollably.
Hongxiu looked at Lord Qin and said knowingly: "Hey, Elder Wu's body is quite good. I don't know how he maintains it? Let's learn from it."
Tong Dafu looked left and right at the moment, grinning sadly, unable to tell whether he was laughing or crying.
"But Li Xingxiang was born in the countryside and doesn't have much knowledge." Qin Zhuen took out the handkerchief and wiped the tears from laughing, "I don't know this treasure, and I don't really believe what Elder Wu said. Her original words were What do you mean? Oh, by the way..."
As he spoke, Qin Zhuen twisted his waist and stood up, waving the handkerchief with one hand, holding an orchid with the other and pointing it at Wu Changqing. He said in a sharp voice: "Bah! What kind of heirloom can he, an old beggar, use? He really has a treasure and can use it. Begging for food! All day long, I want to imitate the behavior of the rich family, but I am afraid of spending money. Three meals a day, clear soup and little water, are not much better than what the beggars outside eat. Even salt has to be weighed. The owner said that the whole family can only use seven yuan a month!
"When I was fourteen years old, I came to his house and worked several jobs. I was a maid and a cook. I chopped firewood, carried water, washed clothes, and cooked. I did everything. There were flowers planted behind the house. The old man said it was a waste. After I got a good piece of land, I was asked to plant vegetables. Well, from then on I started working in the vegetable garden as well. I started working all day long as soon as I opened my eyes in the morning, and I only had enough sleep for two hours at night.
"I didn't want to marry him, but the old man lied to me and said that the contract I signed with my uncle was a death contract, and no one could redeem me. I might as well be his wife in peace and enjoy the blessings of a wife, at least without having to do heavy work.
"Later, it was Lu Qian who went to the government to check the documents for me, and I realized that the contract signed back then was clearly a living deed!
"Over the years, I have been working as a servant for several people in his family, and I have never received any monthly payment. I became sick from exhaustion at a young age, and I have long since paid off the money I used to sell myself. But the old man insisted on occupying me with all the lies. Don’t let go!
"Said he can give me a baby? I believe his daydream! Will he pass it on to his son in the future? Just dream about his spring and autumn dreams!
"With his body and bones? Haha! From the time we got married to now, I, Li Xingxiang, am still a yellow-flowered girl!"
At the end of the sentence, Qin Zhuen suddenly made a shy look, pulled the handkerchief to half cover his stubble-covered chin, and cast a charming glance at Wu Changqing.
"Cackle, cluck..." Sanshou was the first to laugh, like an old hen being chased around.
Then Hongxiu's unbridled laughter came again, and she looked up and down at Wu Changqing while laughing.
Then came the laughter of Erlu and Lu Qian...
Dafu followed "hehe" twice with a frown on his face, but was drowned in the laughter of others.
"Crash..." Wu Changqing covered her chest and knocked over the tea bowl in front of her. He pointed at the people opposite who were laughing so much that they were shaking like a dead leaf in the autumn wind. The disciples and disciples behind him panicked and immediately rushed forward to caress his chest and beat his back.
Wu Changqing opened his mouth, but no sound came out. It was as if there was a broken bellows installed in his chest, blowing the wind "hula hula", but he couldn't get the breath out. All he could see was the contemptuous smiling eyes of the teenage boy opposite and the wide-open red lips of the prostitute...
The eight-bag elder of the Beggar Clan rolled his eyes and fainted...
Are you dizzy now? Qin Zhuen curled his lips and threw the handkerchief on the table.
When you are a beggar, you have to be able to eat shit and be angry. Is this Wu Changqing living too comfortably in recent years? He actually forgot his origin!
Indeed, if Qin Zhuen thinks this way, it is not unfair to Wu Changqing.
However, Wu Changqing is now older. Although he has some abilities, he suffered a lot in his early years and suffered a loss in health. Today, he lost his master again in front of all his disciples and grandsons, so he felt dizzy. Judging from the situation, he might have a stroke.
His group of disciples and grandsons were rushing over to carry people at this moment. But the eyes of the leading beggar gradually became more lively.
The blood amber on the table was a dazzling red color, just like a pool of solidified blood. The red color made his heart beat short of breath, and his black and yellow face seemed to have a surge of blood...
"Bang"!
"ah!"
Everyone in the room immediately fell silent again.
I saw a sharp dagger piercing the beggar's right hand and nailing it to the table in front of the brocade box. A bright red liquid that was warmer than blood amber gurgled out, and the beggar wailed loudly.
"Don't touch it!" Qin Zhuen sneered and raised his eyebrows, "If it gets damaged, it's not just a matter of one hand."
As he spoke, he glanced lazily at the group of beggars opposite. Everyone couldn't stand his knife-like gaze and couldn't help but lower their heads.
Ah! how? Just now, he had an awe-inspiring look of only begging for food and not stealing food. In just two sentences, Cai Cai got interested? It’s really hard to even pretend!
"Go, put the 'treasure' away for Elder Wu." Qin Zhuen raised his hand and tapped the big blessing behind him, "After all, it is the property that Elder Wu has saved up by begging for food all his life. No matter what, he has to bring something to me for a living. Send it back. However, if something goes wrong on the way...it just means that this 'treasure' has no fate with Elder Wu."
As Qin Zhuen spoke, he turned his head and glanced at Dafu with a half-smile. Tong Dafu couldn't help but feel agitated, and quickly stepped forward to direct everyone to fight Wu Changqing and the beggar who had lost his right hand out.
If Wu Changqing hadn't acted out of spite and wanted to embarrass Lord Qin when he arrived, today's incident wouldn't have been like this.
Qin Zhuen picked up the wine glass and sneered at Mr. Turtle who was bending over to wipe away the blood.
Erlu, Sanshou, Hongxiu and others knew that he was angry, and they were all too angry to speak out.
…
Li Xingxiang, the newly married young lady of Wu Changqing, the eight-bag elder of the Beggar Clan, eloped with Lu Qian, a disciple of the Cao Clan, with a valuable piece of blood amber hanging around her neck. Unexpectedly, he was bumped into by a young brother from the Qinghong Society on the way, who stole the sheep and gave it to Huishengzhai, a frequent visitor on the street.
Things broke out, so the elder of Jiubao of the Beggar Clan, the leader of the Qingzhu Hall of the Cao Clan, and Qin Zhuen, the leader of the Beijing branch of the Qinghong Hui, naturally wanted to come out to smooth things over. They were all his brothers. After all, it was just a flood that washed away the Dragon King Temple.
The blood amber turned around and returned to its original owner. He Qinghonghui received five thousand taels of silver in vain. Lu Qian from Caobang got his childhood sweetheart who had been separated for many years. Bai Xinqi, who is very good at making money, redeemed his ancestral home as he wished and joined his master Qin's family.
Everyone is happy, this wave is not a loss!
Only Wu Changqing was so angry that he had a stroke...
Ah! However, some people in the Beggar Clan should really be beaten.
…
Qin Zhuen ate flower wine until midnight. Dafu and Erlu were sent back early. Sanshou got the order from Aunt Jin and didn't dare to let him stay at Fangmanlou. She even helped and dragged him back to the princess's residence in a soft sedan chair.
"Master, please slow down!" After entering the mansion, Sanshou supported Qin Zhuen and walked towards his "Heroes' Residence" one step at a time.
"What... what do you call the helmsman..." Qin Zhuen turned his head unsteadily and went to correct Sanshou with his tongue out, "I want... I want to call... the helmsman..."
"Why bother." Sanshou tilted his head due to the smell of alcohol in Lord Qin's mouth, "You originally founded this Qinghong Society, but you still have to create some kind of capital sub-ruler..."
"You... know what! Big trees... attract the wind... people... are afraid of being famous! Do you think... this first chair is such a good thing? The first chair... is not easy to sit on... especially... hehe hey-hey……"
Qin Zhuen suddenly stopped talking and giggled three times at Sanshou. Before Sanshou could react, he vomited with a loud "wow".
When Sanshou welcomed the "sweet rain", he immediately jumped three feet high as if his tail had been stepped on.
"Oh my God!" But in the end, his reason prevailed over his subconscious, and he resisted throwing Qin Zhu'en hanging on him.
What a sin have I done! Sanshou burst into tears and looked up to the sky with a long sigh. It's inappropriate for a good Ouchi first-class bodyguard to have to serve such a living ancestor.
"What's going on here?"
While they were making a fuss, a low voice suddenly came, and then a kind-faced and dignified grandma came up with a group of maids and women. Seeing Qin Zhuen like this, he immediately became anxious: "Oh, my little one. Ancestor! Laba, if you didn’t come back earlier today, why are you still drinking like this? If the princess knows about this, watch your skin carefully!"
After saying that, he quickly turned around and told the maids behind him: "Quick, help the young master into the house!"
All the maids responded and crowded around, and Sanshou was relieved. He hurriedly saluted to Aunt Jin, and then jumped out to wash up.
Aunt Jin looked at it twice, sighed, and followed everyone into the "Heroes' Residence".
"Why didn't Mammy follow my mother into the palace? Didn't I say that the Queen Mother and the Emperor sent someone to pick her up early this morning?" Qin Zhuen finally woke up after being force-fed a bowl of hangover soup and looked at Mammy Jin. He frowned and immediately smiled sweetly with a coveted face.
"Who will take care of this little ancestor of yours when I enter the palace?" As she said this, Aunt Jin twisted a hot handkerchief and went to wipe his face herself. "You said you are too old to be young. You spend all day drinking wine and fooling around outside. What a reputation. I have told you to do something bad. Which serious girl will be willing to follow you from now on."
"Haha." Qin Zhuen turned his head and reached out to take the handkerchief, "No matter how good my reputation is, these 'serious girls' in the capital are willing to follow me? Which one of them is not thinking about Feng Guan Xia's fate and glory? I can't I can't afford it! Don't delay this 'serious girl' any more!"
Aunt Jin was choked by what he said.
"Oh, don't worry about it!" Qin Zhuen threw the handkerchief into the basin casually, "I am such an adult, why do I still need you to take care of me? It is serious for you to go to the palace to find my mother in peace. I It's good here! I made an appointment with Yan Yu from Ding'anhou's family the next day, and we will go to Huaifeng's hometown to worship our ancestors with him. Don't worry about it!"
"No, it looks like the Chinese New Year is coming soon, why are you running out?" Aunt Jin took the tray from the maid's hand and said angrily, "Besides, they are worshiping their ancestors, why are you following them?".
"Yes, why should I follow?" Qin Zhuen lowered his eyes and smiled scornfully, "I don't have any ancestors. Do you want to follow me to see them?"
The hand that placed the tray paused, and Aunt Jin frowned, then turned around and slapped Qin Zhuen on the shoulder: "He's full of nonsense again! Hurry up, this is the Laba porridge given by the palace, drink it while it's hot. A bowl. I added rock sugar for you when it was hot." He waved his hand and dismissed the maid in the room.
Qin Zhuen glanced at the tray on the small table. The fresh-colored porridge was slowly steaming.
"It's the same thing every year during the Laba Festival. The palace sent someone to pick up my mother, and then rewarded her with a few carts of stuff and a pot of Laba porridge. It's so boring! Who is short of that thing? Or who is short of this mouthful of porridge? I've been there since nine I have been celebrating the New Year by myself outside the palace since I was 18. My mother usually lives in Lengyue Temple to study Taoism. Is this the porridge I lack..."
"The more you talk, the more outrageous it becomes!" Aunt Jin hurriedly stopped Qin Zhu'en from talking, "The Queen Mother and the Emperor are okay with the young master. They love the young master more than the serious prince. The princess goes to the palace to accompany the Queen Mother during the Chinese New Year. That is the Queen Mother, The emperor's love and grace for the princess. You are a foreign man, and there are palace regulations, so you cannot enter the palace together. Besides, this is a rule from ancient times. If the princes become adults, they will be like you and only enter the palace on New Year's Eve. reunion dinner……"
"Come on, mama!" Qin Zhuen leaned back and fell on the bed, "There are no outsiders here, why bother talking about these scenes? Anyway, I won't enter the palace this year. There are a lot of princes and princesses, and every year I will Coaxing the children and accompanying them with a circle of smiling faces will not only get you nothing good, but you will not get enough to eat."
As he spoke, he kicked off his boots randomly and rolled into the bed with his eyes closed. After all, he drank a lot of wine and fell asleep quickly as soon as he hit the pillow. Not long after, Qin Zhuen's steady and even breathing was heard.
Aunt Jin sighed, remembering what the princess told her before, that the prince is now almost fourteen...
If you don’t want to go, don’t go!
She stepped forward and carefully helped him cover and tuck the quilt.
Qin Zhuen didn't seem to be sleeping very peacefully, his brows furrowed slightly, and his thick and long eyelashes shook slightly like two small fans, reflecting two shallow shadows in the candlelight.
Grandma Jin couldn't help but feel sad when she looked at his slender, upturned eyes and his sword-shaped eyebrows that slanted into his temples. The picturesque eyebrows are exactly the same as that person's. It's just that A'en usually likes to be a gangster, and he has a sloppy stubble on his face, which covers up his original elegant and handsome demeanor.
Just like this "Heroes Residence", it looks like he is young and fooling around, but in fact he is extremely precocious.
This courtyard was originally called "Golden Scales Residence", and the man himself wrote the plaque while taking advantage of his drunkenness when Arn was full moon.
It's just that when Arn was ten years old, he suddenly fell in love with the novels of Jianghu Rangers. He spent all day wandering around the market, making friends with various religions, pretending to be a gangster, and the courtyard was transformed into such a nondescript "hero's residence"...
