"Qiu Ju, I only found out today that you are a timid mouse, could it be that the nurse has learned some Qimen Dunjia technique and is hiding in our sedan chair to eavesdrop on you?"

Seeing Qiu Ju's eyes flickering, Nalan Qi glared at her with hatred and sneered. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

She always speaks slowly and logically on weekdays, and her voice is soft and delicate, so others only feel the spring breeze blowing on her face, and her heart and liver are all turned into a ball. But now, Nalan Qi thought about arousing Qiu Ju's maid, so he deliberately raised his voice, which was quite provocative.

Sure enough, Qiu Ju pursed her lips aggrievedly when she heard this, and hurriedly defended: "Sister, how can you exaggerate? The slave is indeed a little more timid and cowardly, but it is still a little bigger than a mouse. ”

"Oh? I don't see it. Nalan Qi was unmoved, tilting his head and looking out of the sedan chair.

"Sister... You... You"

Qiu Ju's face turned red, she muttered for a long time, and suddenly grabbed Nalan Qi's hand, and said in a low voice: "Miss, the slave is not afraid, it's just some folk things, and it doesn't hurt to talk to you." ”

Although she pretended to be relaxed, Qiu Ju's voice vaguely revealed a little anxiety, she paused, coughed a few times and cleared her throat before she said: "When the slave was young, the old man in the village once told me a story.

said that there used to be a down-and-out scholar in the clan, whose family was surrounded by walls and poor, and he often ate the last meal without the next, and relied on the neighbors in the township to make do with his life.

Later, in the late autumn of one year, the scholar was reading at night, and accidentally overturned the fire candle and lit the bamboo slips. The weather was dry and the people of the tribe were asleep, and the fire only burned in a moment.

The old men of the clan said that the night was really thrilling: hundreds of people shouted, hundreds of children cried, and hundreds of dogs rothed; The sound of the middle force pulling and collapsing, the sound of fire, the sound of whirring wind, hundreds of thousands of people work together; There are hundreds of thousands of cries for help, the sound of dragging the house, the sound of snatching, and the sound of splashing water.

Everyone worked together and worked hard all night to extinguish the fire, but the scholar's branch suffered heavy casualties, and more than 100 people only survived one or two, and the scholar survived because he escaped early. When the down-and-out scholar saw this tragic situation, he cried and grabbed the earth to sacrifice his sins, but was stopped by the patriarch and only drove him out of the clan as a punishment.

It's strange what happened after that.

After the scholar was removed from the clan, he went to the imperial capital alone to catch the exam, he failed to pass the test repeatedly in previous years, but this time he was the first in the township test, the first in the hall test, and even the three yuan!

What's even more strange is that this scholar without any family background has been out of control since then, his career has been smooth, his official fortune has been prosperous, and he has sat in the position of six books in just ten years.

By the way, the scholar is also married."

"Qiu Ju, I'm almost done with a slap of pine nuts, you're still chattering about scholars, I'm afraid I won't be able to finish talking about going home at this rate, let's make a long story short." Nalan Qi glanced at Qiu Ju, and saw that she was still talking about the scholar's life and deeds with great interest, and interrupted with some impatience.

"Sister, the slave is also paving."

Qiu Ju poured Gu tea from the small table and hurriedly swallowed it, wiped her mouth and threw a complaining look at Nalan Qi before reluctantly nodding her head in response.

It is said that the scholar had a smooth journey, but everyone in the clan had a bad time after he left.

First of all, the clansmen, three days and two ends, major illnesses and small disasters continued; Later, it was the rice field of the clan, and the wind and rain were good, but there was no harvest every year. Without food and many diseases and disasters, every family has to tighten their belts and live in fear.

Later, one day, a wandering monk came to the clan, and he saw that the whole village was clearly placed in a wonderful place surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the wind and qi were hidden, but the people of the clan were unkempt, hungry and cold, and felt strange so he calculated a hexagram.

This hexagram shocked him! All the clansmen have been bowed to their heads! And the talisman that lowered the head was buried under the burned bricks and tiles of the scholar's house!

The alchemist was a kind-hearted man, and he didn't take any money, so he drew a talisman and broke his head.

Strange to say, since then, life in the clan has been smooth, and the scholar who was a big official in the imperial capital was suddenly imprisoned not long after.

Sister, are you strange? ”

"According to what you say, the grandfather of the big family gave his grandson a fortune to take his head? If this is true, it is wonderful, and it is as strange as the ghost story in the book. ”

Nalan Qi listened to Qiu Ju quietly, and a trace of thought flashed in his eyes. She agreed unhurriedly, stopped making a sound, and just stared fixedly at the outside of the car.

Although Qiu Ju is anxious, she is used to being observant, she figured out that her young lady was racking her brains to think about the truth of this matter, and hurriedly stepped aside.

The sedan chair fell silent suddenly, except for the slight "crunch" sound of the car slowly driving on the road.

"Qiu Ju, do you know what the ancestors of our Nalan family relied on?" After half a ring, Nalan Qi spoke quietly, her voice was neither high nor low, as if she was talking to herself.

"Sister" Qiu Ju lowered her head and muttered for a moment before hesitating: "It stands to reason that it is impossible for us to know the affairs of the master's family as slaves and maids. But after all, I have been working in the mansion for a few years, and I have also heard some rumors among the maids, saying that the ancestors of the Nalan family are diviners and fortune-tellers. ”

"Diviner? This is true. ”

Nalan Qi stood up straight with a light smile, slowly stomped to the edge of the pipe, crushed the remaining few pine nuts in his palm, and fed the finches in small bites.

She patted her palms lightly again, and then said unhurriedly: "During the Guanghui period of the previous dynasty, the old emperor Xie Zhao was bewitched by ghosts, lying on the couch, the medicine stone was spiritual, and the hospital had nothing to do, so he pasted the emperor's list and recruited the world's virtuous doctors.

Capable people from all over the world gathered in the imperial city, and they all tried their best to make suggestions. However, there was no way to return to heaven, and the old emperor Xie Zhao was getting thinner and dying day by day.

Later, there was a person in Qingcheng cloth, named Nalan Yuan, with a long character, who unveiled the emperor's list and did a magic thing in the imperial city.

In the same year, he was given the position of national teacher of Nalan Yuan. ”

"Miss, the slave is a rough person, there are not a few taels of ink in her stomach, and I don't understand what you said in such a crepe." Qiu Ju scratched her hair a little embarrassed, she saw that Nalan Qi was bending a pair of autumn water, looking at her with a light smile, and became more and more ashamed.