Shen Changfeng saw through the little girl's mind at a glance, "I didn't expect my sister to be so young, but her memory is so good." I just said something nonsense to coax the man's teeth. The Lu family, who is so rich and noble, is one of the best in the entire Rong country. I would like to be surnamed Lu, but unfortunately where is there such a good life? ”

Xie Jinci couldn't help but glance at the gate of the Lu family a few more times.

The Zhu Gate is spacious, the gold pillars are towering, and the high eaves are hung with wind lamps covered with gold leaf, especially the plaque, which is inlaid with gold and silver, which is extremely luxurious.

In contrast, the few families she had seen before could be described as plain.

"What is the last name of the little brother?"

The little girl quickened her pace to catch up with the boy, and there was curiosity in her eyes that could not be hidden.

The boy detoured to a remote back alley and unhurriedly pushed open a mottled wooden door.

With a soft "squeak", the young man's voice was as warm as wine:

"A surname is nothing more than a useless prefix that people use to judge a person's status. It doesn't matter what my surname is, my sister just needs to remember that your brother and my name are Changfeng, and it is a distant wind that comes from thousands of miles, and it is a wind that can blow through the night through the ages. ”

The two stepped into the back door of the Shen Mansion one after the other, passed through an unlit verandah, and came to a small courtyard in a short time.

"Little word, this is the place you will serve in the future."

Shen Changfeng held the flower pot elegantly, and his peach blossom eyes had a meaningful smile.

Xie Jinci raised his head, his round black eyes stared at the plaque on the courtyard gate, and whispered:

"Ling, Heng, Yuan."

The young man stepped in with a smile, "It turns out that my sister is literate, so it saves me a lot of work." ”

He walked slowly across the gravel path, casually placed the flower pot on the stone steps in front of the house, and leaned over the pillars:

"This pot of flowers will be taken care of by Sister Lao, the thirteenth day of the winter moon is the old lady's birthday, and my sister will let it bloom...... Tsk, that's a long way off. There's a small kitchen in the back, so let's go and prepare some food. ”

There were no lights in the hallway, and the courtyard was dark.

Xie Jinci walked around the house to the backyard in the sparse moonlight, and sure enough, he saw a small bungalow with a long chimney erected on the top.

The kitchen door was ajar, and fire seeped through the cracks, and puffs of cooking smoke floated from the chimney.

The little girl softly pushed the door open and looked in with her round eyes.

The young man who was sitting at the stove and lighting a fire was dressed as a small servant, and when he saw a little girl coming in, his face was stunned.

Xie Jinci showed a friendly smile and said crisply: "My name is Ci'er, and I am the maidservant girl newly bought by Gongzi." Childe is hungry and wants to eat, so I'll make it for him. ”

As he spoke, he raised the oiled paper bag he was carrying, "This is the food packed back from Tongque Tower, and you can eat it after it is heated in a steamer." ”

The aroma of food wafted through the air, and Fugui stared at the oiled paper bag in her hand and swallowed secretly.

When Xie Jinci entered the door, she smelled the rich aroma of rice, and saw that the water in the cauldron was already boiling, and white smoke was emitting upwards, she quickly unwrapped the oil paper package, put the dishes on the plate, and took the bamboo steamer to stand on the boiling water, and put the plates in turn.

After doing this, she took out the clean dishes and chopsticks, and said with a smile: "If my brother is also hungry, let's share some to eat later." Anyway, Childe can't finish it alone. ”

Fugui listened to it, and nodded happily, "Okay, good, I'm hungry just by smelling it!" ”

Facing the little girl's curved eyes, he scratched his head abruptly and smiled honestly, "I don't have any other preferences, I just love to eat!" ”

After heating the dishes, Xie Jinci first divided a part of it to Fugui, and then put the rest into the food box.

She served another bowl of steaming white rice and placed it in the middle of the dishes, making people feel appetizing when they looked at it.

Carrying the food box back to the dormitory, there was an extra octagonal wind lamp in the corridor.

The warm yellow light illuminates the path under the little girl's feet, and also allows her to see a corner of the courtyard clearly.

The frost grass is yellow, the flowers and trees are depressed, and the house that is not new is getting older and older.

This situation made her feel sympathetic.

After her father and mother were gone, she moved from the most exquisite courtyard to the most remote and desolate north courtyard, where she lived for four years.

Thinking of this, those clear deer eyes couldn't help but be covered with a layer of mist.

The door was ajar, and she was about to knock on the door, when she suddenly heard a woman's delicate laughter like a silver bell ringing in the room.

Then came the warm voice of the little brother: "Sister Nanrong remembers me, knows that I came back late, and I am still hungry, and even keeps the food for me......"

Xie Jinci pursed his lips and looked down at the food box in his hand, a little dazed.

The woman in the room who was called Nanrong by the little brother continued: "When the fourth son is not there, the slave's heart will be empty, and I miss it ......so much."

With this delicate voice and such explicit love words, she felt soft when a girl heard it.

The little girl standing at the door quietly held the door frame and poked her neck out curiously to look into the room.

I saw the little brother sitting gracefully in front of the round table full of food, and a girl with a hibiscus face standing beside her, was smiling charmingly.

The girl raised her slender arm, softly wrapped her arms around her little brother's neck, sat on his lap, and sighed ambiguously into his ear.

And the little brother naturally hugged the girl's thin waist, and the two peach blossom eyes flowed.

"Tsk, my sister is really crazy about me."

He said with a grin, glancing blankly in the direction of the doorway.

Xie Jinci was excited, and hurriedly retreated a few steps!

She rubbed her hot cheeks, glared at the door with disdain, and ran to the kitchenette with her food box.

She must be stunned, so she feels a little pitiful for her little brother to live in such a dilapidated yard!

There are beauties who are worried about every meal, where is the pity?!

Back in the kitchen, Fugui was long gone.

Xie Jinci sat on the small bench, looking at the night in a daze, not knowing what he should do.

Suddenly the picture of disgust on the face of the little brother when he said that her hair was dirty suddenly popped up in his mind.

She hesitantly reached out her little hand and touched the somewhat messy buds on her head.

Belch...... It seems like it's time to wash your hair.

She pouted and began to boil water.

……

In the room, Shen Changfeng hugged the girl, and his peach blossom eyes were full of style.

Nan Rong rubbed it in his arms delicately for a while, picked up a piece of pear paste cake and fed it to his lips, "Childe, open your mouth ......"

Young and young, his eyelashes were lowered, his two curved jade eyebrows were warm, and the smile on his lips was shallow, which made Nanrong's heart pound.

"Don't eat this."

He smiled and grabbed the girl's soft wrist, and quietly pushed the piece of pastry away, "How can this be as sweet as my sister?" ”

Nan Rong said shyly: "Childe is used to making fun of slaves!" How is it that a slave is sweeter than a pastry? ”

The young man's fingertips were slender and gently picked the girl's hand away.

The pear cake falls to the ground.

"Sister is sweet or not, I will know if I taste it?"

He whispered softly, looking up to kiss the girl's cheek.

Nan Rong looked at the young man's beautiful face, and her apricot eyes revealed infinite longing.

But—

Now is not the time for me!

Her sister Nanshuang is still in the hands of the eldest lady, and she dare not forget the task assigned to her by the eldest lady.

This pastry, she must think of something for the fourth prince to eat!

"Childe is not in a hurry, ......"

She twisted her body to avoid the young man's lips, and then pinched a piece of pear paste cake and handed it over, "This is made by the slave maid herself, the son must taste it, otherwise the slave and maid will be sad......"

Shen Changfeng chuckled and pushed away the girl on his legs, got up and tidied up the folds on the hem of his clothes, "My sister doesn't let me kiss, it really makes me sad, this pastry, don't eat it." ”

He made a gesture to leave.

Nan Rong was anxious, desperately took a bite of the pastry, stood on tiptoe and leaned her neck to the young man's lips.

Shen Changfeng pretended not to see her movements, turned sideways slightly, and told her to pounce.

Nan Rong's figure was unstable, she fell crooked in front of the round table, and with a wave of her arm, she lifted all the food on the table to the ground.

The young man narrowed his peach blossom eyes, and the smile on his face was still warm, but the light of the gloomy owl was shining in his eyes.

"Why is my sister so careless? The food and pastries are gone, and if my sister breaks them, I will feel distressed. ”

……

The night was like water, and Ling Heng's courtyard was quiet, like a silent lullaby.

Shen Changfeng pushed open the door of the small kitchen, and saw a seven or eight-year-old girl lying on the table, her thin shoulders undulating evenly.

The buds on the little girl's head were gone, her waist-length hair was gently scattered behind her, and a faint scent of honey locusts could be smelled in the air.

In the dim candlelight, the little girl's hair was black and smooth, like the fine silk satin, which made it difficult to look away.

The boy leaned against the door, a vague smile on his lips.

He stood still for a while, and the little girl was still asleep.

"Tsk, your brother I'm still hungry, it's good to be a little word, hide in the kitchen and fall asleep."

With a light sigh, the boy stepped forward and picked up the little girl, and slowly walked back to the dormitory.

Ling Heng Courtyard was not as good as other courtyards, except for the old Babu bed he slept on, there was only a small green bamboo bed in the outer room separated by a screen.

Although the soft couch is not bad, it is not comfortable to sleep on the bed.

The young man put the little girl on the green bamboo bed, stripped off her dirty coat in three or two times, pulled the brocade quilt to cover her, and said to himself: "My sister hasn't served me yet, but I will serve my sister first." ”

The little girl in her sleep has quiet eyebrows and eyes, her fine black hair is covered with embroidered pillows, lining her skin as clear as porcelain, her soft long eyelashes are like a fan, and her pink lips are like peach blossoms.

Washed clean, it's really a cute little girl.

Shen Changfeng squatted down beside the bed, reached into the brocade quilt, found the little girl's soft wrist, and put on a white jade bracelet.

"When my sister first arrived in Lin'an City, there was only this bracelet with valuable things on her body. Now I'll give it back to you, and I just hope that my sister won't lose a piece of my kindness......"

The boy blew out the candles, and the night spread, and the room was silent.

……

Shen Mansion, Wisteria Temple.

Nanrong stumbled into the antechamber and fell to her knees.

"Madame, the slave accidentally ate that pastry! The slave is sick now! I beg the eldest lady to give the slave and maid an antidote! ”

Her face was sweaty and flushed, one hand clutched tightly at the hem of her dress, and her pretty face was distorted by the intense and unbearable heat.

On the chair of the main circle, a dignified and well-maintained woman sits and eats tea.

Her eyebrows and eyes were calm, and she was not moved in the slightest because of Nan Rong's painful appearance, and only asked lightly: "Has the fourth prince eaten pastries?" ”

Nan Rong cried: "It's not ......"

"Smack",

A teacup fell in front of her knee and was torn apart!