The streets of Maple Leaf City are still full of people, and the smell of fireworks is everywhere. Freshly baked fried dough sticks, hand-grabbed lamb and scallion flatbread, sesame sauce cakes, thin skin and thick meat buns, and smooth and delicious cabbage and pork dumplings are all in the cold air of the morning. Constantly rushing into the tip of their noses, making the belly of this indisputable hunger ripple and drum.

It seems that the oppressive Xiongnu army cannot affect their lives in the slightest, just because they are stationed not far away with tens of thousands of soldiers, as long as they are there, they will not fall, it is like having eternal tenacious rear wings.

And the thick and disgusting stinking gutter in the stinking gutter that was deliberately suppressed and forgotten a few months ago, and the bone-like sight appeared again. It was even bolder than before, like a wolf cub that had been hungry for a long time, glowing with a faint green light, staring at its prey that had been coveted for a long time.

Rush up with only the gap where the prey is not paying attention. Throwing her to the ground, slicing her throat hard, licking/slicing the blood, and then devouring her whole.

He Dangli frowned, glanced at Fan Fan, who was talking to someone, and decided to wait and see what was going on.

As before, I chose the largest restaurant to have a big meal with good wine and meat, and then I had the strength to go to Yihong Courtyard to have fun. And at this time, He Dangli will always find an excuse to leave.

Liu San and Liu Si are no longer surprised, but when Ah Li wants to guard which girl is like a jade, at most he will ridicule a few words.

But this time, it's rare, even Fan Fan slipped away?

"Ah Li, do you want to eat that?" Fan Fan bumped his shoulder against the person next to him, and pointed to the rock sugar gourd not far away. Under the sun, the red mountain dates, which are coated with a layer of honey-colored sugar skin, are exuding an attractive sweet fragrance.

It seems that even the air of this late autumn is dyed with the sweet smell of maltose.

"No, I don't like that." He Dangli shook her head, she really didn't like rock sugar gourds, not to mention this kind of sweet and sour thing. It was something she hadn't had a chance to eat before, and even if she did, she still didn't like it.

"Then do you want to eat the sauce board duck, we will buy some later and go back for supper." Ah Li, you see that there is a seller of fried chestnuts with sugar, do you want me to buy some for you to eat? Fan Fan continued to speak out without giving up, as if there was a kind of uncomfortable cell that didn't spend money for her, and his whole body was shouting uncomfortable.

"No, I'm going to buy white sugar cakes to eat, do you want to?" He Dangli listened to him list several things in a row, but he was not interested in eating. But when I suddenly saw a small food stall selling sweet and delicious white sugar cakes, I couldn't help but see a sparkle in front of me.

"Yes."

"Then I'll buy it, you wait for me, I'll be back soon." He Dangli didn't know what he thought of, a pair of narrow peach blossom eyes were so happy that they bent into small crescents, and even a few of the bundles of hair fixed with bamboo hairpins came out.

The white sugar cake is sweet and refreshing, elastic and tough, mostly flakes, stacked in multiple layers, and bent into a circle. Fry in oil until golden brown, drain the oil, mix with sugar and rice flour and sprinkle on the cake. Glutinous and soft and sweet, crispy on the surface and tender on the inside. It is characterized by waxy, soft and white. It has always been He Dangli's favorite thing to eat, it should be sweet pastries, she likes them, but this white sugar cake has a different special meaning in her heart.

It's just because this can be regarded as a better skill of the son at that time.

Now the white sugar cake still tastes sweet and fragrant, but the person who made the cake has changed to another one, and it is impossible not to say that it is sad.

The color of the white sugar cake is like snow, and after it is done, it rolls around on the white sugar, white and fat, and it makes her index finger move when she looks at it.

"Boss, I want six." Because she had just eaten and drunk enough, even if she wanted to eat, she knew that she couldn't eat too much, but it was okay to buy a few pieces to satisfy her cravings, she hadn't eaten for a long time.

As her words fell, a person came beside her, and only his breezy voice was heard; "Trouble the donor to pack four pieces of white sugar cake for the poor monk."

"Holo."

As the words of the person next to him fell, there was a faint sound from the tip of his nose, which was familiar with the wood fragrance of Canaan, and it was not difficult for He Dangli to guess who that person was.

I just think this world is so coincidental, but it is so coincidental and deliberate?

"Master, long time no see, I didn't think you like to eat this." Since that day without saying goodbye, even if she left a letter, she always felt a sense of guilt in her heart.

"Hmm." Faint, through the obvious alienation.

At this time, the pastries they asked for were also packed and placed neatly on the dried lotus leaves.

White cake, green leaves.

"Boss, together, don't look for it." He Dangli hurriedly took out a piece of broken silver from his arms and handed it over.

"Thank you, donor." Qinghe took his share of the white sugar cake, turned around and left. It's completely useless to have any desire/desire to talk, let alone a stranger?

He Dangli stood in place for a long time without moving, and she found that she was still hated.

Sure enough, she should have waited for someone to come back that day and said goodbye to leaving.

The white sugar cake is the best when it is freshly baked, and He Dangli pinched a piece and stuffed it in his mouth. Sweet seems to be able to dissipate all her gloom.

What Childe said before was true, it turned out that eating sweet when you were in a bad mood can really make people feel happy.

And when she returned to the same place, she found that Fan Fan, who was waiting, was nowhere to be found, scratched her head and stood for a long time at a loss. I never saw anyone return, probably thinking that he had met some poor girl's family again, and went to the hero to save the beauty.

After all, this is not an uncommon thing, and it has long been strange.

She went for a walk around alone, and after buying a lot of spices and fabrics, she planned to go to the inn she frequented to ask for water for a bath.

But it was just like this that caused an accident.

She didn't think that someone would accidentally break in when she was taking a bath, or when she closed the doors and windows tightly. She had always been vigilant in her baths, even placing the dagger within her reach.

But now that she is immersed in the water, her eyelids are getting sleepier and sleepier, and her body is weak, and she can't even lift half a finger. Even if you bite the tip of your tongue. The smell of iron permeated the mouth, and it still couldn't hide the monstrous sleepiness and powerlessness.

The hands and feet are soft and can't lift any strength at all, as if they don't belong to me at all. There is no possibility of bleeding by cutting the thigh.

At this moment, it is like a fish on a cutting board, ready to be slaughtered.

The vision became more and more blurred, and even the body continued to slide limply into the water. couldn't help but feel annoyed and hateful, she had fallen for the trick, and she could even guess what was going on.

That person must have figured out her pattern, damn it. The other party is not only smearing a small amount of soft tendons on the edge of the bathtub in the bathing water, just to slowly soak the medicinal effect and not be noticed. And she likes to close the doors and windows tightly when she takes a bath without leaving a gap, so how is the blended fragrance mixed with it?

Unknowingly, or premeditated, and she was stupid and completely unaware. It's like the kind of little lamb that drops a trap.

The brain is getting heavier and heavier, and the pupils are dilated. Still forcing myself not to sleep, just hold on. Maybe you'll be able to see who that person really is, and even what his purpose is.

As the man opened the door and approached, You Yunye Crane seemed to be wandering through her own back garden, and the deliberately light footsteps were like dancing on the tip of her heart.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry to come over immediately, but stayed outside the screen not far away the whole time, staring with interest at the last death throes of his prey. The gaze was as thick as ever and disgustingly thick, like an illusion of being stared at by rotting creatures from the sewers.

Neither of them refused to admit defeat first, and it seemed to be an unconscious competition and tug-of-war.

It's about willpower and patience.

He Dangli only felt that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, as if a big hand was constantly pulling her eyelids down, sewing them up with a dense needle and thread of fine linen. Even his body began to slide weakly into the tub, like a cartilaginous snake in an unsupported position.

Just a little, just a little.

Before she fainted, she wondered how she had been unlucky.

If she knew which eunuch turtle grandson it was, if she didn't see the grave of her ancestor for eighteen generations, how could she write it upside down.

When the man was about to slide underwater, the man who had been standing still outside the screen moved. The big and strong hand took advantage of the situation to hold the woman who was about to slide and got up.

Regardless of the cold weather, her clothes were wet by the woman, and she carried her into the soft bed, gently and delicately wiped her soft black hair with a pure white soft towel, and even hummed a small tune that belonged to her hometown in a good mood.

At some point, there were a few more charcoal fires in the room to ward off the autumn cold.

The man's fair, slender hand couldn't help but roll his Adam's apple as he wiped her snow-white body, and finally chuckled.

took out a box of pale green ointment, and gently wiped the scar and skin medicine for the people under him, and thought it was an ambiguous lover intimacy.

The slender and graceful fingers dipped in the ointment gently picked the stamens, and the pale pink petals flowed with crystal dewdrops, like the delicate roses at the beginning of the morning sun.

So delicate, so soft, and so glamorous, I can't wait to spoil her all.

He Dangli only felt like a sailless boat forced to flutter on the lake in her sleep, and wherever the wind came from, she was forced to drift there. It seems to be boundless and never stopping, and I don't even know when I am entangled in water and weeds.

There is also an itch on the body, so uncomfortable, I just feel as if the accumulation of suppressed for a long time has disappeared in an instant. The whole person seemed to be flying above the clouds, and it was so fascinating that he didn't want to leave this false dream.

The sun rises from the morning and does not set until evening.

There are still people coming and going in Maple Leaf City, hawkers selling goods and cakes, passers-by who are hurrying to and fro, and little beggars gathering in groups to make trouble.

The azure tassel Keiko shook slightly, and the previously closed window lattice opened at some point, and the bitter cold and dry wind poured in outside. Constantly trying to devour the warm spring heat of the house.

They blend with each other and do not give in to each other, eliminating the residual fragrant flowers and the meaning of beauty in the house.

He Dangli only felt that he slept exceptionally comfortably this night, and even shouted that he was refreshed. The slightly raised narrow tips of the eyes reveal an uncommon charm, just like a bewitching queen who has absorbed the essence and charms all beings.

The body was dry and refreshing, without the slightest trace of use, and before she could breathe a sigh of relief, the door that had been closed was suddenly pushed open.

The person who came was Qinghe.

"Donor, is there anything uncomfortable now?" Qinghe was holding a bowl of white porridge in his hand, and the expression on his face was still no sorrow, no joy or joy, like a person wandering outside the red world.