"Girl, this is a small business. You go to the street and see if people who have no money can give you something?"
She added: "I am actually a maid from Prince Anyang's Mansion. I just don't have money for the moment. I will deliver it to you later. You can give me two buns on credit first."
When the boss heard that she was from Anyang Prince's Palace, he immediately became interested and asked, "Are you really from Anyang Prince's Palace?"
Mu Lingwei said honestly: "Yes, I won't lie to you, look at what I'm wearing are the maid's clothes from Prince Anyang's Mansion."
The vendor saw that her hair and clothes looked like she belonged to Prince Anyang's palace, so the boss asked again: "Three days ago, Prince Anyang was overjoyed. Is he really happy?"
Mu Lingwei didn't answer, so the vendor immediately took a bun, handed it to her, and said softly: "A bun costs two cents, but if you answer my question, it's yours."
Mu Lingwei was a little moved, Jun Mohan was not hers, and she didn't know why she and his little white flower were so close to each other at this moment.
"Deal." She added: "You give me two buns, and I will answer you two questions."
"As expected, the girl is on the right track, OK." The boss said.
"To answer your first question first, King Anyang is indeed alive. He will not die for the time being. He is still alive and kicking like a fish." A dead fish always rolled his eyes.
The boss didn't react. King Anyang was jumping around like a fish? His eyes were obviously a little disappointed, and he muttered: "No wonder there is no funeral, and he is waiting to set off firecrackers to celebrate."
Mu Lingwei didn't hear it completely, but she seemed to hear the last sentence...set off firecrackers.
The boss asked again: "Which family is Princess Anyang from? What is her surname?"
"Does the boss ask this question well?" She gave him a thumbs up.
"I heard that this girl has the phoenix life. I don't know where it comes from. It's quite mysterious. But looking at her appearance and demeanor, she is a master who cannot be bullied. She is very powerful."
Of course she can't let others bully her, otherwise what else would she do with her life? Let's go be a ghost.
After Mu Lingwei finished speaking, she picked up another bun, turned around and left.
The boss was stunned for a moment after hearing this. It seemed that the rumors were true. He had a phoenix life pattern, so King Anyang came back to life.
He can use these two pieces of information to sell them for money, to storytellers, that's it.
"Hey, that's not right, why do I think this is a problem..." the boss said to himself.
Mu Lingwei walked to the old woman and handed her both buns, "Eat them quickly while they're hot."
"Girl, if you don't eat, why are you giving it all to me?" The old woman stared at her stomach, obviously she was hungry too.
This girl compared Mo Han to a fish, which was humiliating him, whether it was a live fish or a dead fish.
She smiled and said, "I'll have chicken soup when I get back. There are only two buns. You eat first. I'm not too hungry yet."
The old woman stared at her face again: "Who hit her and why was she hit so hard?"
"Yes..." Mu Lingwei didn't want to mention the person's name, and said with a smile: "No one, just scratched by a dog."
The old woman burst out laughing: "The dog scratched her so neatly, only half of her face was scratched."
"That dog is very spiritual." She added: "Old man, I have to go, my brother is still waiting for me."
Mu Lingwei smiled and walked towards the back door of Anyang Prince's Mansion after speaking.
The next moment, when Mu Lingwei entered the alley, a man and a woman suddenly appeared next to the old woman, both dressed as beggars.
I saw the two of them being respectful and polite, staring at the buns in the old woman's hand.
Unexpectedly, the old woman hid the buns in her chest, showed a profound smile on her face, and said: "Don't try to steal my meat buns."
The two of them were stunned for a moment, then tried to grab it again: "Test the poison first."
The old woman glared at the two of them, then turned to the bun shop in the distance, "If you want to get tested, go over there and don't bother me."
The two of them looked at the bun shop together, and immediately, they nodded respectfully towards the old woman and said respectfully: "Yes."
The old woman looked at them as if they were fools, "Idiots, the buns sold on the street can poison anyone."
After saying that, the old woman walked in the direction of Mu Lingwei.
As soon as Mu Lingwei arrived at the back door, she found that the door was blocked from the inside and could not be opened no matter how hard she knocked.
No need to think about it, it must have been done by someone sent by the concubine.
Mu Lingwei walked out of the alley again and saw the old woman she had just met squatting in the corner, begging for food with a broken bowl in front of her.
The cold wind was blowing loudly, and drizzle was falling in the sky again. The old man kept squatting down, fearing that the cotton-padded jacket on his body would get wet, and it would get colder at night.
She walked to the old man and chose to squat beside her, looking at the drizzle in the sky.
The old man knocked the broken bowl with a bamboo pole and suddenly said: "Girl, you need to prepare something like this when begging, otherwise there will be no place to throw the copper coins."
She glanced at the broken bowl and asked, "How many coins did you get today?"
"None." The old man replied honestly.
"Neither do I." She said, "We are in the same boat, but it's a pity that we don't have any wine, otherwise I would really like to buy you a drink."
The old woman blinked her eyes and asked: "Young girl is a maid from Prince Anyang's Mansion, why are you so poor? She doesn't even have a copper coin on her body."
"Actually, I'm worse than a maid." After Mu Lingwei said that, she didn't want to say anything more. She closed her eyes and felt the baptism of the drizzle.
After a while, the old woman came back with a wine bottle in her hand and handed it to her: "If you want to drink, drink. There are few times in your life when you live freely."
Mu Lingwei suddenly opened her eyes and said, "Old man, why do you speak so politely? You don't look like a beggar."
"When I was young, I was born into a scholarly family. I read some poems and learned some words, but the person I slept with left early, and I had no support..."
Mu Lingwei saw her face full of sadness and said quickly: "Didn't you say that people should live as freely as they want in life?"
She took the jug and changed the subject: "Grandma, where did you get the jug?"
She shook the jug again and it was full.
The old man blinked, grandma? He glared at her again and said, "I am a beggar, shouldn't I have to hang a wine bottle with me?"
Mu Lingwei smiled slightly, "Is there such a thing?"
"Of course I should." Seeing her smile, the old woman laughed too.
In the distance, a man and a woman who had just handed over the flask looked at their master smiling so happily, and their faces stretched. The master had not smiled like this in a long time.
The two of them secretly said, "This wine has a lot of stamina, so she drank it just like that?"
Here, Mu Lingwei took the old man to hide under the eaves, found a spacious place and patted the dust on the ground habitually, "Take shelter from the rain here, even if you beg for food, don't get your clothes wet, it's easy to catch a cold.
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Seeing that she was also a tidy person, the old woman didn't refuse and sat down, thinking that catching a cold meant catching a cold.
Mu Lingwei was close to her, feeling that her big cotton-padded jacket should be very warm, and wanted to lean closer to the old woman. No one had ever dared to get so close to the old woman, and she felt strange in her heart.