"If Brother Zhang Dan doesn't want to say more, don't be so perfunctory in the future." Hu Shuang smiled and handed over the brewed Biluo spring tea, the sun was too strong today. And when she came back from outside just now, two smeared crimson halos unconsciously appeared on her fair cheeks, which made her talented and delicate face a little more colorful.

"No, I wouldn't be." When Su Yan looked up, his eyes were attracted by a dragonfly flying in the lotus stamen.

"Master Hu, don't hide it, our young master is guilty of lovesickness. That's like what you often say, what is called not seeing each other for a day as if it were every other autumn. Da Zhuang also saw the young master's sullenness in the past few days, and even thought of the situation when he ran to the second floor of the teahouse several times before, so he guessed it.

"Yes, I really don't know which girl can be so lucky to win the love of Brother Zhang Dan." With a smile on his face, the action of making tea in his hand was slightly slanted, causing a few drops to be spilled out.

"No, Brother Hu, don't listen to his nonsense." Having said that, the ears of this master were red, and there were no three hundred taels of silver in this place.

The summer is hot, the wicker is wilting, and the grass is green.

The room where the ice cubes were placed was cool, and a few half-opened ink lotus plants were placed in white jade porcelain bottles, exuding a faint and elegant fragrance. The windless automatic embroidered peony peony pill red gold silk curtain is windless automatic, the veil hangs low, creating a hazy atmosphere, and the furnishings are also used in the girl's boudoir, extremely luxurious, the finely carved jade-inlaid tooth bed, surrounded by vermilion short curtains. The brocade quilt is embroidered, and there is a small sachet hanging on the curtain hook, exuding a faint fragrance.

In front of the jade-encrusted tooth bed is a hollow carved ivory footstool. Four silver lampstands, lit with tall candles, illuminated the whole room. Shadows reflected in the window lattices move on the carpet, and cigarettes in the smoker with silver and copper chisels and lotus petals are constantly rising.

The people who were waiting in the room had all retreated, and there were only two people left in the huge and luxurious room.

"The flower slave is here, but the palace has missed the flower slave for a long time." Behind a screen embroidered with nine golden embroidered golden flowers playing in the water in the summer lotus pond, a blurred face is not real. But you can still see it from the silhouette, and the beautiful woman beckons to the young man kneeling in front of the screen.

The young man kneeling outside the screen was none other than He Dangli.

He Dangli pursed his lips tightly into a straight line, his expression was indifferent, revealing the meaning of Xiao Killing's alienation. His legs grew on the gorgeous Zhu Jin embroidered carpet under him as if they were filled with lead.

"Hua Nu doesn't talk at all, do you think that when you become a general, you have the ability to dare to argue with the palace." The woman's coquettish and shrill voice came from behind the screen.

"The flower slave doesn't dare." The low voice and the hazy atmosphere of shadows are not real, and her back is as straight as when she left, and she has a proud backbone.

"If you don't dare, why not come." The woman raised her voice slightly, revealing a tone of non-obmissive command.

"Slave ......" He Dangli's palm had already been scratched by herself when she came in, and the piercing pain prevented her from panicking. But the cold sweat on her back and sideburns really bought her true thoughts.

Because there is no one else standing outside the screen, it is her benefactor who is also the master she has served, and there are five in her Chinese New Year's Eve this year - Princess An Hui.

"Come here." The eldest princess An Hui raised her chin with her cardamom-dyed fingertips, and then swiped it thinly. Leaving one after another fine and numb blood marks on the white face, like a fine silk surface left cinnabar pouring, beautiful and weird.

"Giggles, I haven't seen you for a few years, the flower slave is getting better and better, and I don't know whose kid will be cheaper in the future." I don't know whether it was a sneer or a sneer, and a sentence came out of the delicate and ruddy half-red lips.

Time always seems to be kind to beauties, even the eldest princess An Hui in front of her.

From beginning to end, He Dangli didn't say a word. The lips were pursed, and the thick blood flowed down, sliding over the pointed chin, hiding in the dark placket, and the humble and lowly one day when he climbed into bed to survive.

In the fifteenth year of Kangzheng, winter.

This year's snow is unusually heavy, and even winter comes earlier than usual, and everywhere you look, there is a vast expanse of snow. The entire Jinling City is covered in silver, like a city made of ice and snow.

On a cold winter day, even the pedestrians and hawkers walking around the streets are not much less. If the door of the store was originally wide open, if there was money, a felt curtain would be added to the door bar to protect from the cold, and the next thing was a few bamboo mats, if there was none, the door could only be closed, and only a small gap was exposed.

Waiting for a guest to come and invite someone in.

He Dangli, who was ten years old at the time, trembled and walked on the streets without people, his arms that were purple from the cold kept rubbing each other/rubbing each other, and the white breath exhaled from his mouth was tingling cold. The face and body were covered with bruises, purple and purple wounds. Some were whipped, stepped on by shoes, and beaten with sticks, and there was no complete piece of skin and flesh on the whole body, and there were even a lot of ecversions with decay, but fortunately it was winter, and there were no mosquitoes infected and parasitic.

Now she is like a mad dog that bites whoever she catches, and even people older than her at the mouth of this alley dare not provoke this mad dog.

Who knows if a mad dog will have madness.

"Cold.... Cold.... It's cold..... He Dangli, who was cowering in a small dark corner, shivered with cold, his lips and hands were bruised. On a pitiful winter day, there was not a single piece of clothing to keep out the cold, and the feet were wearing untimely straw sandals that had been pulled off the body of some dead man.

The greasy, dirty, crawling lice-covered withered yellow hair was casually allowed to congage into a clump and ignored. The clothes he was wearing were covered with blood stains and dried into hard lumps, and the blood had already turned black and stinky after a long time. The fingertips that were left uncut were the most powerful weapons on her body, but unfortunately they were now full of black dirt, black and shiny with evil and dirt.

Even the wild dogs and wild cats, which were the most carrion eaters in the east of the city, did not want to come near her, because she was so hungry that she was so hungry. He once killed a wild dog that was old to death, in exchange for several days of her rations and a comfortable and warm dog skin to keep warm.

If this winter day she can't find a place to eat, a place to live, and warm clothes. I am afraid that I can survive this cold winter and become the corpses that freeze to death in the streets and alleys.

Vast snowflakes fell from the sky, but after a long time, her hair was white, and her thin shoulders were wet. Even the eyelashes are covered with Xiaoice, and the whole person is like an ice doll painted like a snow carving.

If she used to have a dilapidated house that could shelter her from the wind and rain, now she has nothing at all. I never dared to approach that place for half a minute, for fear of being caught.

But she rejoiced in her heart, because they were dead.

Hahaha, because they all died, and she was the only one who survived. It's ridiculous and sad to say.

The howling cold wind burrowed into her neck covered with dirt and mud, and she felt as if she was unconscious, and she couldn't feel the slightest bit of temperature. He even boldly stretched out his hand to touch and catch the snowflakes falling from the sky, and stuffed them into his mouth.

Although the snowflakes were cold and icy and had no taste, the white sky had become the only thing she could eat in winter. She didn't know how much she had stuffed into her mouth, but she felt that she was cold not only in her limbs but also in her body, her lips and hands were numb, and her internal organs were frozen into a clatter and stuck together.

It's good that she's about to say goodbye to this dirty world and her dirty self. But why, why is she so unwilling.

Why did she have to leave this cruel world immediately, but those people are still alive and well!

The little He Dangli was so cold that his hands and feet were cold, and he shrunk into a ball tightly. Ingesting only a little bit of temperature, she was completely unconscious, as if she heard someone talking from a distance, so thin, so small.

Fluctuating what she said, but unfortunately she couldn't hear it anymore.

"Daddy, do you think this person will die?" The little boy who came to Jinling for the first time with his father took his father's hand and poked the little girl sleeping on the bed in the hospital with a stick.

"I actually slept outside on such a cold day, and I wasn't afraid of chills and bitter medicine." The little boy was blown by the cold wind outside and sucked his little nose, and his face was as red as a small peach, which was lovely to look at, and it made people like it.

"No, you can rest assured, the doctor said that just prescribe a few patches of medicine to get rid of the cold. Next time, don't leave the butler and run so far alone, what if you meet a bad guy on the road. The young and handsome man lovingly touched his son's tiger's head.

He frowned and looked at the little beggar lying on the bed. It should be regarded as accumulating a good karma for his son, if he is bold and does not die, it means that this person's life should not be extinguished.

"Daddy will pay the money first, and then if the little girl wakes up, you will call the others to come over."

"Okay, I got Daddy." After waiting for the man to turn around and go out, Su Yan broke free of his shoes and went to bed, holding the chubby, fleshy little chubby hand happily poked He Dangli's face, which had turned from purple to white, and smiled so much that he couldn't see his teeth.

He Dangli woke up and didn't smell the smell of rotting and stenching cold wind, but instead smelled the kind she had only smelled from afar before. The faint sweet and sweet taste of pastries, the stomach that had not eaten for a long time screamed unfactually.

Before she could fully open her eyes, she heard only the sound of Suo Suo getting out of bed, accompanied by the smell of pastry getting stronger and stronger.