"Are you hungry, hey, I'll give you this." The sweet and glutinous milk sound is as appetizing as the osmanthus cake he holds in his hand, and it is impossible to tell whether it is the sweetness on his body or the fragrance of the pastry in his hand.

"This is delicious, my favorite food is this, for you to eat." Xiao Su Yan was still shaking his chubby little head, and his eyes were shining at the little beggar he picked up.

He thought that the dirty little beggar had a beautiful face when it was washed, and it was more beautiful than his cousin's little milk cat, especially the eyes, which were as bright as if they had crushed the starlight and sprinkled it in it.

"Goo... Mutter..... He Dangli, who was hungry, couldn't think about whether something was poisonous or if it would be another prank. His eyes were as alert as a wolf cub, as if he was about to rush up with his teeth and claws in the next second and tear him into pieces.

"Eat......

He Dangli smelled the fragrance on the tip of his nose, and directly opened his hand and snatched the three pieces of osmanthus cake wrapped in a small handkerchief in Su Yan's hand, and gobbled it into his stomach before he could taste what it was. But she knew it was the best thing she'd ever eaten in her life.

It was sweet, fragrant, and soft, and there was no dirt or stones in it, so delicious that she almost melted her tongue.

But just such a little thing couldn't fill her stomach at all, and He Dangli's stomach screamed out of place. Licking/rubbing dirty hands in his hands, trying to lick the sweet smell left over from the pastry, as if this was the only way to keep the taste forever.

"Well, I still have a few pieces of candy here, let's eat them for you." The timid little Su Yan was initially frightened by the little beggar's ruthless action, and his eyes were still red. And he looked at the little beggar with the same fear as if he was going to eat him in the next second.

"This one is delicious too." The small, white chubby hand has a few bright yellow toffee the size of hazelnuts, which are exuding a sweet taste, and even the air is sweet/

He Dangli, who was huddled in the corner, swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva again uncontrollably, still mixed and tightened into a full string.

His face was full of vigilance and trepidation.

"Young master, the master said to let you go over now." When the servant knocked on the door, he couldn't hear a response from inside the house, so he wanted to push the door in.

"Young Master, are you in there?"

He Dangli, who was already frightened, was like a frightened bird, with his hair standing on end, and his upper and lower tooth sockets gurgling. When the little guy was about to push the door in, He Dangli almost split in two with the tight string in his mind.

"Ouch, what are you doing?" Su Yan was pushed hard by the little beggar he picked up, and the whole person fell to the ground, and even the pine nut candy in his hand was snatched away, fortunately, the bed was not high, otherwise he would have been so uncomfortable that he would have shed tears.

When the little guy came in, all he saw was that the windows of the medical hall were wide open, and the howling cold wind rushed in through the windows. The little young master squatted on the ground with a buttocks, his eyes were red, and he was scratched with a small red mouth on his hand. At first glance, it seems that he has suffered some grievances, not to mention that the little beggar who was rescued by the young master and was lying on the bed is gone, and he still doesn't understand what happened.

The little boy scolded and walked to the window and closed it, stopping the howling cold wind from rushing in. The emotional young master has rescued a little white-eyed wolf back, and he has to talk to the master about it.

He Dangli, who was staring at the biting cold wind and leaving, put a few pieces of candy in his palm, the sugar was small, golden and beautiful like sunflower seeds, like getting some treasure, and there was even a sweet taste of Fang Cai's pastry in his mouth. I couldn't help but think that if only she could eat something like that in the future.

It's a pity that for her now, as long as she can eat enough, it is a luxury wish. Looking up at the pure white snowflakes floating down in the gray mist sky, it was cold and beautiful.

But with a few pieces of candy in the palm of my hand, this winter day doesn't seem to be so difficult anymore.

Wait for the spring of the second year, when everything recovers and the snow melts. The howling cold wind turned into a damp spring breeze, and Jinling was so close to the south that even the thatched pillows underneath him had a faint smell of dampness.

He Dangli, who knew that he had survived another winter, came out of the cramped and dark place made of dry corn stalks and thatch, large enough to accommodate a small child to sleep. Scattered on the side were leftover grass roots and tree bark, as well as animal fur that had been thoroughly eaten.

The body and hair were greasy and greasy with a strong stench of decay, even the long fingertips were full of black dirt and killed lice and fleas, and the neck, wrists and ankles were covered with a thick layer of dirt and filth, not to mention the stench of the spurative wounds that had been purulent and stenched after a winter was constantly attracting the prying eyes of the new insects and ants in the spring.

He Dangli knew that he had lived another winter. And as everything recovered, only one of the sugars she snatched was moved from beginning to end. The others were as safe as her treasures, hidden in a place where no one knew about them. Later, when she wanted to eat it, she found that the sugar was no longer edible.

Jinling City is still as prosperous and rich as ever, and people in brocade robes can be seen everywhere. She was like a beggar and out of place. It's supposed to be a being worse than a beggar.

He Dangli had eaten the bark and grass roots of the tree for a winter, and at this moment he was already hungry with his chest against his back, and his already thin little face was only a pair of eyes that were suddenly inlaid on the skeleton frame. But she never dared to go to a crowded place, for she was afraid that in the next second those people would find her, rush up and punch and kick her, just as she had done to the woman.

Although I thought so in my heart, it was as if my feet were walking uncontrollably towards a place, and dying people could be seen everywhere in the mouth of this filthy and rotten dark alley, and even beggars who had frozen to death.

"Are you rubbish! It's been so long and I haven't found that slut. He Yaozu, who is now completely a young man, stood in a group of small people with a fierce face, quite commanding. ruined that handsome face, showing a hideous color.

"Young master, the slave doesn't know where that little bastard is hiding, and it was so cold last winter, maybe the little bastard froze to death and didn't know where he was." As one of the doglegs, the little dogleg smiled flatteringly.

"The little mongrel must be inseparable from Jinling City without a road guide, maybe it is possible that the weather will appear in that beggar pile when the weather is warm now, and the small one guarding the city has already been tied, even if the little mongrel has wings, he can't fly out of the palm of the young master's hand." Another young man with a long horse's face also chimed in.

"Get out, no matter whether that little slut is alive or dead, Lao Tzu wants to see people alive or dead to see corpses." He Yaozu's face was full of yin vulture aura. The temper was even more prevalent in the past, and now it was only necessary to think that the little slut had not only killed his mother, but also set fire to his yard. The fury in his chest swelled so much that he was about to burn people to death, not to mention the end of hammering people's bones to ashes.

"If you don't go to find someone for your master, if you can't find that little slut, don't come back." He Yaozu kicked several servants one after another in a row, and he was particularly angry, so he turned around and strode away.

Slave, but you must hide it, don't let the master find you. Otherwise, he will definitely let you taste the hell on earth that life is worse than death.

As everyone knows, everything they said at this moment happened to be all down not far away, shrinking themselves into a small ball. As far as possible undetected little beggar ear.

He Dangli's fingers and lips had already been so frightened that he bit himself into a blur, and his ten fingers were so tattered that he couldn't see anything good. The rumbling in my mind was like someone with a hammer beating wildly, and the thin body trembled uncontrollably like a sieve, but I didn't dare to make the slightest sound.

They're still looking for her, and they've learned about their murder.

So where should she run now, but if there is no way out of the city, she can't get out at all, and if she wants to get out, there is only a dead end. She's going to live, she's going to be alive, no matter what the cost.

She didn't want to die, she hadn't lived enough.

He Dangli waited for He Yaozu to leave with his lackeys, and then left lightly like a mouse that had grown in a dark corner for many years, so that she cowered in a small dilapidated temple for several days and did not dare to go out, lest she bumped into the person who came to arrest her.

And sometimes the opportunity always comes so suddenly and so ingeniously.

He Dangli, who was ten years old, washed his face cleanly, and somewhere he stole a clean and shabby robe. Clenched his teeth and sour, his small palms were scratched and bleeding from fear, and his eyes were desperately fierce, even if this short distance had attracted many fierce eyes and malice.

Still going forward, he walked into the largest Qinglou Chu Pavilion in Jinling City, and voluntarily sold himself into slavery.

He Dangli's face was born very well, although he was short and malnourished, he looked sick and sick, as if it was blown away by the wind. and the fierce appearance of the fierce dog cub who was not easy to mess with, was still bought and got a silver penny.

And what she does is not to serve the dignitaries and guests, but to serve those little people. Although she was tired, she could eat a mouthful of hot food and sleep on a hard bed, with shelter on rainy nights and water to drink in the scorching sun, which was the best day she lived.

To say that this was something that I would never have dared to think of before, let alone the opportunity to continue studying.

Why should she leave, her surname is not a man. Nicknamed Flower Slave.

Willing to sell himself as a slave, he is willing to exchange for a mouthful of food and clothing.