"Ziyun" is right in front of him, and naturally some people don't believe it.

One of them whispered, "It should be a rumor, it is rumored that the saint came forward to say that you see, this big palace maid should be standing in a good life." ”

Qin Yuanxi's eyes flashed with all kinds of thoughts, and after thinking about it, he decided to rely on his identity at this time to argue for himself.

Thinking like this, I finally stood up again,

She said in a deep voice, "As the people, you can't use deception to spread fraud, the county lord has always been very good to our subordinates, I was injured on horseback, if the big county lord is evil, how can there be today's charity?" Right? ”

Someone immediately echoed this, "Yes, this is also what I said, noble man is not standing here. ”

"The name of the county lord of Yunxi has been passed on to Guanzhong for a long time, except for the fact that Miss Yu of Qujiangchi made it herself not long ago, I have never heard that the county lord of Yunxi is not good before, maybe it is really an exaggeration."

Coming forward in person really worked, a smug smile flashed at the corner of Qin Yuanxi's mouth, and he retreated to the bench next to him and sat down.

Suddenly, a low, pleasant voice like a child came from behind him, "That... Sister Ziyun, can you give me something to eat? ”

When the master and servant heard this, they looked back curiously, and what caught their eyes was a woman about her age.

The woman was covered in dirt, her sideburns were scattered, and her coarse cloth clothes were covered with three or two patches, and she looked like a little beggar.

But there was something strange in Qin Yuanxi's eyes, this woman didn't look like a daily beggar at all.

Although the woman prayed, her eyes were so clear that she was seeping, and her weak tone showed a little unnaturalness.

It's like an ordinary family that has barely settled......

"You...... Is it a beggar in the city? Qin Yuanxi frowned, he couldn't help but explore, but he was extremely skeptical.

The woman nodded hurriedly, staring at the baked cakes in the shop, "Yes, Sister Ziyun, I am a beggar from Chang'an, and my stomach is really hungry......"

Qin Yuanxi was indifferent, but seeing the longing look in her eyes, she finally waved her hand at Ziyun.

After Ziyun bowed down and retreated, she walked to the front of the shop.

The beggar was obviously confused by the etiquette of the two, and touched his head and thought about it, confused in his mind.

She clearly felt the obvious messenger and command relationship in this.

If you want to say that Ziyun is a big official, and she turns her hand into a cloud with a wave of her hand, then that palace maid nods yes, and it's not as respectful as that, right?

smiled at Qin Yuanxi again, "Sister Ziyun, who is she, can the slaves and maids in the palace also summon people?" ”

No matter how big or small the slaves and maids in the palace are, naturally they can't have the right to summon people, but she, the county lord of Yunxi, has this ability.

Moreover, in fact, most of the confidants and close ministers have these rights, after all, others want to sell a favor.

Qin Yuanxi coughed a few times, and it was impossible to reveal his identity, "The palace maid is just a slave, where can she tell others, but Yunxi Palace is different, I am a close confidant of the big county lord, which is equivalent to having a background, you know?" ”

"Oh...... That's it," the beggar nodded reluctantly, but he was still curious about this Ziyun palace maid in his heart.

Over there, the real Ziyun stepped forward with two roasted cakes and a bowl of gruel in her hands, "Lord...... Sister Ziyun, the food is ready. ”

"Hmm," Qin Yuanxi stretched out his hand to take it and handed the baked cake to the beggar.

Maybe she was really hungry, but the woman said thank you and opened her mouth to gnaw, without the demure and dignified nature of a woman.

Considering that the woman in front of them was hungry, the two were not surprised.

"Well, this pancake tastes good, and it tastes the same as the pancakes I bought when I was a kid and sold them with a basket on my back......"

may be thinking of the past, the woman is a little emotional.

can have spare money to buy baked cakes, it seems that this woman's family background in the past should be good, but Qin Yuanxi doesn't know if there will be people selling baked cakes along the road in this world.

The woman took Ziyun's rice porridge and took a big sip, "It's a pity that it's a vegetable filling, I tell you, it's better if this baked cake is filled with sugar,"

This rhetoric made both the listeners look at each other, and Qin Yuanxi was even more disdainful, and he was not interested at all.

"I'm afraid the girl has too much appetite, this white sugar and brown sugar are only affordable by the royal nobles, you are a beggar who is not full of food and clothing, even if you are rich before, it is impossible to eat sugar stuffed baked cakes."

"Yes! Girl. Ziyun frequently bowed her head, "Today, we are reluctant to make sugar for food, and our county lord only has half a catty of sugar to eat every month." ”

The woman seemed to be shocked by the disdain of the two, her face stiffened slightly, and then she smiled awkwardly and continued to drink porridge.

Looking up again, the woman explained, "It's that I didn't pay attention, Sister Ziyun may not know, I'm talking about my former hometown, where as long as there is money, there is sugar, and you can buy it for a few pennies." ”

Qin Yuanxi still laughed, "With a big breath, it is impossible to have such cheap sugar in the whole world today, and there are even fewer white sugar refining dynasties." ”

The woman didn't explain, she nodded in agreement, still smiling, but the smile was a little memorable, and there was also a little helpless relief.

After a long time, the woman was full of food and drink, and handed the empty bowl to Qin Yuanxi, who had a tense face.

She hesitated and said again, "Sister Ziyun, can I ask you for a favor?" ”

"What?" Qin Yuanxi handed the bowl to Ziyun.

"I don't even have a place to live now, I guess I'm going to starve again tomorrow, I don't know if there are palace people in the palace, but Sister Ziyun can let me go in and do some errands, even if it's a fire."

Talk about the conditions after three sentences?

This remark suddenly made Qin Yuanxi's easy-going smile disappear, and his expression became vigilant.

Why is this man so rude? They don't seem to know each other, do they? It's just just starting to set up, and you're going to ask for such a big favor?

Originally, her identity was to make Qin Yuanxi suspicious, and she was even more vigilant at this time.

She suspected that its purpose was impure.

After staring at the woman for a long time, Qin Yuanxi shook his head, "I'm afraid you're joking, the palace can't be entered at any time, not to mention that you are a little beggar, and your identity is completely unqualified." ”

"Really? Sister Ziyun, I'm just thinking about eating with a mouthful. The woman was unwilling to give up this chance encounter, and she was still moved by emotion.

Qin Yuanxi shook his head, "No, I don't have the right." ”

Ziyun saw that the woman was really pitiful, and stepped forward to comfort, "Girl, if you can't eat, you can go to other places in the capital to see, I see that your appearance is also a sign, and now most families in the capital are benevolent and benevolent." ”

"In that case...... Okay, thank you very much,"

The woman got up, her heart was not happy, and she did not continue to entangle.

She arched her hand towards Qin Yuanxi, "Today's alms from Sister Ziyun and the big county lord, I will leave first." ”

"Hmm."

Qin Yuanxi was absent-minded at the moment, just casually polite, "Maybe goodbye." ”

The female beggar did not pay any attention, left the porridge shed, and walked towards the gate of the capital.

The food was still being distributed, and Qin Yuanxi also stayed for an hour, thinking that it was boring outside, so he returned to the palace with Ziyun first.

The scenery outside the gate of the capital is bleak, and a few green trees can be seen scattered in piles.

Moistened by the drizzle, the mist stained the bell tower of the city gate with a light white veil.

The clouds of fog are clear and peaceful, and the majestic palace is cool, swallowing up the palace guards who come in and out, and it is still peaceful.