On a wide street, there are not many people, because this is the mansion of dignitaries. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A man and two women walked slowly, looked at the word "Lin Mansion", and confirmed that it was undoubtedly the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Zhuang Xia came directly to the Prime Minister's Mansion and looked at the noble mansion gate, but he didn't care.

A mortal prime minister, no matter how many people look up to him, is worthless in the eyes of the monks, and even more so for Zhuang Xia.

"Let's go inside. ”

Zhuang Xia waved his sleeves and walked in the front. Huohuo took a step forward, and Sanniang, who had some concerns, followed.

The two guards in front of the prime minister's door turned a blind eye to the three of them, and in their eyes, everything was normal.

The simple use of illusion is extremely useful to ordinary people.

The Prime Minister's Mansion is really not small, walking through the mansions, the luxurious mansion makes Sanniang marvel, there is such a place in the world, it is worthy of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Zhuang Xia swept his mind and directly found the target.

The prime minister, surnamed Lin, is now in the mansion, and he is talking freely with his good son-in-law.

The prime minister's face is rich, with long sleeves and wide robes, and long hair, very much like an amiable old man.

And in front of him, it was Wu Sheng.

Now Wu Shengchun is proud, from the six-grade Hanlin to the fourth-grade, and now he is serving in the Ministry of Rites, which is deeply favored by the emperor.

Compared with five or six years ago, his appearance has not changed much, his face is ruddy, slightly fat, and he is dressed in silk and satin, so that Sanniang almost didn't recognize it.

It's just Zhuang Xia, but he saw the treacherous aura on his face from this Wu Sheng, and the thoughts that kept running in his head unconsciously emanated, and Zhuang Xia knew at a glance that what he was thinking was not a good thing.

A person's face can reveal a lot, while a monk can see a lot.

Limbs and expressions, revealing too many secrets of a person.

And uncontrollable thoughts, even more so.

The Yuanshen realm monks can already subtly perceive the changes in people's minds, whether they are happy and joyful, sad and sorrowful, angry and tyrannical, or jealous and anxious.

And the cultivators of the Heavenly and Human Realm, after having an independent will, can easily penetrate the brainwaves of ordinary people, which are the things generated by the operation and thinking of the brain and soul.

It can be said that ordinary people have no secrets in front of the Heavenly and Human Realm cultivators, unless you are thoughtless and desireless, or control yourself not to think about things.

Zhuang Xia easily heard it, and Wu Sheng muttered in his heart at this time: "This old immortal is nagging so much every day." If it weren't for the fact that you were a little powerful, I wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to you.

As far as your daughter is concerned, ugly or something, this son sleeps once and pours an appetite, and there is nothing to want.

Do you want to go shopping around the Qinglou today? I heard that there is a Qing man in the Golden Jade Pavilion, and I want to taste it. ”

He was dealing with the prime minister while thinking about things.

Zhuang Xia and the three stood in front of them, but they turned a blind eye, as if they did not exist.

At this time, Sanniang saw Wu Sheng, and she didn't know what her mood should be.

Now Wu Sheng, as everyone said, is already a high-ranking official, and he is also married to the daughter of the prime minister.

He didn't know how moisturizing his life was, and he simply forgot that there was still a Sanniang in his hometown who was waiting for him.

I forgot that he hadn't even been to the grave of his deceased father.

Is such a man really the brother Wu Sheng she loves deeply?

Sanniang suddenly regretted it, compared to the scene she saw in front of her, she would rather not have a sword in her life, and keep the good memories of the past.

Sanniang stretched out her hand and slapped Wu Sheng hard.

"Smack".

With a sound, a clear palm print appeared on Wu Sheng's face, which was quite loud.

But the prime minister and Wu Sheng still didn't see anything, even though Zhuang Xia and the three of them were standing in front of them.

"Virtuous son-in-law, what's wrong with your face?" the prime minister saw clearly, it was a slender palm print, "Where did this handprint come from, isn't it a ghost?"

There is no other answer to such a weirdness than to meet a ghost.

But Wu Sheng stood up and shouted: "What kind of demon dares to insult me like this!"

Suddenly, Zhuang Xia and the three appeared in front of him, and Sanniang was in tears and looked at Wu Sheng viciously.

This negative man, the good days are over!

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The capital is prosperous, people come and go, cars and horses come and go, and the sound of selling is noisy.

The people are dressed brighter than in other places, and this is the place where the Son of Heaven is at his feet, and it is the most prosperous place in the whole kingdom.

However, no matter how prosperous it is, there are poor people, especially beggars.

"Give a little money!" said an old beggar with a smile on his face and to a man who looked like a scholar.

With two clanging sounds, the two copper plates did not fall into the rice bowl, but were thrown to the ground by the scholar.

"Hmph. "The man went away, and these beggars smelled bad and nasty, so they sent two cents away.

"Thank you, you are so kind. The old beggar bent down excitedly to pick up the money, and it would not be good if someone picked it up.

Two pennies is enough for him to eat a full meal today.

The old beggar sat happily by the wall, touching the two pennies like a treasure, for fear that the money would suddenly disappear.

There was a beggar lying beside him, his clothes in tatters, and the stench was no less than that of the old beggar.

There was a broken bowl in front of him, waiting for someone to throw money at him.

But so far, his bowl was empty, and apparently he had gained nothing.

"Cripple, you can't wait like this, only if you reach out and ask for it, they will reluctantly give you a penny or two. ”

The old beggar pointed out, he always felt that this lame man was not open, both legs were crutches, and his brain was not good.

"They are willing to give, I am willing to ask, starve to death, why let people scold behind their backs.

Some people are willing to give money, that is willing, and it is comfortable to give, thinking that they are doing good deeds.

If you want it, it's just to block people, and I'm not happy if he's not happy. ”

The lame man seemed to be asleep, but he said such a sentence in his mouth.

The old beggar snorted: "The truth is good, but do you want to get the money?

What do I care about him, I can get something, it's the real ability. ”

The streets are full of people, but no one gives a penny to the lame man lying on the ground.

The old beggar set his sights on another target, and walked away with a smile: "Good Samaritan, have mercy on me, give me food." ”

But the man kicked him over, scolding, and obviously unhappy with the old beggar.

The old beggar with two more footprints on his body didn't dare to get angry, accompanied by a smiling face, and only spat when he was gone, cursing the man viciously.

"If you don't give it, you won't give it, and you will beat people, something! Curse you to give birth to a son!"

The lame man lying on the ground smiled and pointed to a few women who came over: "They are going to the temple to offer incense, they have a better heart, how much will they give some money, why don't you ask them for it." ”

The old beggar also thinks it makes sense, those who worship the Buddha on incense have a good heart, and at least they will not beat and scold people.

Yile, he hurriedly went up again to ask for it.

Luckily, he really asked for three cents.

The old beggar of Le Zizi immediately asked for the money for a few buns and threw a penny to the lame man.

"For you, it seems that your brain is quite useful, but it is a little pedantic. ”

Hearing the word pedantic, the lame man laughed at himself: "So down, even such a little persistence has become pedantic." ”

He took the penny and put it in his bosom, and the lame man fell asleep again.

Sleep can save physical strength and allow him to survive.

He can't die yet.

Half a day passed, and a kind man gave a penny to the lame beggar, so that the lame man would have two pennies.

You know, he didn't gain anything yesterday, and he only drank water for a day.

"Cripple, let's go buy something to eat. The old beggar said happily, "I finally have some money, and of course I have to eat something good."

The lame man leaned on his crutches, and his legs struggled to move towards the place where the fragrance was.

Two pennies can buy a bun, a hot bun.

Hot buns, what a pleasure this is for him now.

If a beggar buys a bun, people won't dislike it, just give money.

"Here you go. ”

A hot bun was handed over, and the lame beggar held it tightly. The old beggar bought two, and he was lucky today, begging for six cents.

The two of them shrank to the side of the road again, and became the existence of the whole city that no one cared about.

The old beggar devoured the steamed buns and tasted them very fragrant.

But the lame beggar kept his head down, his long dirty hair hanging down, and ate it bite by bite.

With his eyes closed, he savored the memories little by little. Unconsciously, the past days come to mind.

At that time, he was still in his prime, reading and writing with his childhood sweetheart, flying kites together, and fishing together.

He is a talented person admired by everyone in the city, and she is a well-known beauty.

The talented and beautiful couple is envied by many people.

I still remember the meals she cooked, and now I think about them all the most delicious.

He ate the bun one bite at a time, imagining the taste in his mouth as her meal, chewing and savoring it.

The simple buns were eaten by him with the flavor of chicken thighs, fish and mutton, as if what he had in his hand was not a bun, but a dinner party she made on that birthday.

Satisfied, he smiled, tilted his head, and thought back with his eyes closed.

It would be nice to be able to go back to the past, to my hometown.

Holding the bun in his hand, he took another bite, but frowned.

The taste is not right.

When I took a bite, I found that the bun was slimy.

It seems to be stained with liquid.

At this time, there is a salty taste from the taste buds, very salty and salty.

He was reluctant to break the good memories, but continued to immerse himself in dreams.

He pondered, what did this smell like?

The memories are still in my head.

This taste is a bit like the first time Sanniang cooked for him, she put too much salt.

Another example is Sanniang's pickled tofu.

But he still shook his head, not this taste, although it looks, but it's not.

There was a ticking sound of falling water in my ears, accompanied by a slight sob.

That's when an image appeared in his head.

Six years ago, he said he was going to marry her.

Sanniang happily threw herself into his arms, sobbing and leaving tears.

She said she was so happy.

He smiled and kissed away her tears to keep her from tears.

He will give her happiness and hope that she will never cry again.

He remembered that taste for the rest of his life.

That's salty.

And in the mouth, that's the taste.

The taste of Sanniang.

It's just that I'm afraid I'll never see Sanniang again in my life.

He smiled bitterly and let out a long sigh.