Xiao Limo looked at the crystal dumplings in the bowl that his father sandwiched speechlessly, feeling that what he said just now was like hitting cotton on cotton, and he didn't know if the emperor remembered it or not.

Compared with His Royal Highness the Prince's concern and unnaturalness, Luo Yunyao naturally ate the dumplings in the bowl.

After all, when she grew up in Luo Shangshu's mansion, she was already eating things under other people's chopsticks.

"Yun Yao has thanked His Majesty for his kindness here, since this dumpling has also been eaten, then we will continue the story."

His Majesty the Emperor, who thought that he was going to add more trouble to the people in those years, nodded heavily, buried his head again, and began to eat seriously.

Luo Yunyao pouted the crystal shrimp dumplings in her mouth clearly, and then began her tirade again.

A little girl who has grown up in the village since she was a child, even if you tell her that the little girl has fled with her villager uncle and mother for a long time, after all, she is young and alone, so it is natural to get lost with that group of people.

She is a person, an inconspicuous existence in the crowd, and since her father and mother fled, the little girl has seen too much life and death in this place of life, and gradually began to understand what situation she was in.

A little beggar whose parents are dead?

Death gradually explained itself to the little girl.

The little girl may have been lively and cheerful in the past, but from now on, she is a person who opens her eyes and thinks about where to eat, and closes her eyes and tells herself to protect herself.

The little girl didn't know how she came to be like this, and she definitely didn't like talking to people.

It is natural for such a lonely orphan to be forgotten by the village.

In the same way, even if the people in the village remembered her and felt that they should do something to her, go to her? I can't protect my own life.

Even if the villagers have that heart, they are powerless in the end.

After the little girl was separated from her own villagers, she slowly wandered with a group of beggars until they came to a stop.

The little girl is too young after all, of course, even if she is not too young, as long as she is still so deeply involved in the world.

This is Gyeonggi, the imperial capital. She wouldn't understand what that meant.

Moreover, the imperial capital at that time was also meaningless to the people, and the perennial war had made this place lose its original color.

The little girl lives in a group of beggars, begging day after day.

Until one day, it was obviously as quiet as death, and slowly some cannons and fireworks came over.

The little girl stood in the crowd of people in confusion, watching the splendid palanquins being carried forward by people beating gongs and drums, and the sound of those fat horses briskly on the stone slabs.

"Da, da, da-" spread into the depths of the unknown, and it seemed so full of life and appetite.

And the man who walked in the middle of the road, those pomp, those splendor and splendor, all the little girl had never seen before.

She had some suspicions that she was dreaming, dreaming of fairyland, or that the immortal had descended to the earth.

Despite this, it is undeniable that the little girl likes all this very much, and can even be said to yearn for it.

Obviously, those people and those things have nothing to do with you, do you?

Aren't you going to live the same days when you should beg?

I don't know if the little girl is too simple to understand, or if this girl is born to like such gorgeousness and pomp.

When the "immortals" had passed, the crowd began to disperse.

The little girl was still begging on the street.

But today is different, those "immortals" can make the little girl think about it all day and forget her current situation.

Although the little girl did not have any extravagant hopes and prayers for her begging life, she did not feel that it was a shame for her to be like this.

"It's different from today. The days to come will get better and better. ”

The little girl listened to the people who came and went all over the street, and the little girl gradually began to believe this argument.

It will be fine in the future.

The little girl did not know that this was actually addressed to anyone but their beggars.

Those who come and go are still talking.

- "Now that the six princes have ascended the throne, I don't know how the six princes will rectify the whole world, but the good thing is that there is finally no need to fight, and it can finally be quiet." ”

- "Yes, yes, you don't have to run around, you can live your own life." ”

- "What a happy day." ”

But they didn't think about who should compensate for the lives lost in the war.

Who is responsible for the families that have been devastated by the war?

Everyone sees immediate benefits, who remembers the sorrows or joys of those years?

Even the little girl herself had forgotten her parents, who were already buried in the wet, dirty mud.

She is just worrying about whether this little thing that others give away can survive today.

After today, we will usher in another tomorrow at dawn.

Then day after day, I began to wonder if I would be able to survive one day at a time.

Waiting for today to become tomorrow.

Tomorrow is yesterday again......

The little girl begged in Gyeonggi for another three months.

I was so dazed that I didn't know what the world was supposed to be.

The good thing is that the little girl is not alone in this long night.

It was the day after the emperor returned to Beijing that the little girl met an old woman. The same begging grandmother.

Such kindness reminded the little girl of her grandmother she hadn't seen for a long, long time.

That's still a memory from my childhood.

Oh, by the way, grandma is dead, the same as daddy and wife.

The little girl could easily say the verb that meant that she would never see her again.

The little girl has a grandmother, even if she is still confused day after day, but in the end there is a person around her, there is concern, and there is warmth.

deceived himself into thinking that he had a reason to live.

It's just that it's an old grandmother who depends on each other.

An old grandmother as a beggar.

The life expectancy of the elderly is not too long, and they live by begging, such a living environment, such food to eat, naturally can only further drag down the old man's body.

There is no feast in the world that will not be dispersed.

The little girl didn't know where she heard this sentence anymore.

It was at this time that it was used.

But God, this is my only relative now, how can you be so cruel?

In the end, in fact, the little girl didn't understand whether God was kind to her or cruel at that time.

The grandmother said that in her life, her biggest wish was to eat a piece of osmanthus cake.

That was her memory of being a child, when her parents were still alive.

That was the memory of her cardamom days, at that time, childhood sweethearts, frolicking.

That was her middle-aged memory, when she was filial to her parents, loving her husband and teaching her own litter of children.

It was only in the days when Osmanthus Cake was absent that the parents began to leave, the husbands and boys were captured in the army, and the little girls began to disappear from their side, or lost, or died.

What the grandmother said, the little girl felt that she understood, and some felt that she did not understand.

So the little girl asked the old grandmother with a pair of big black eyes: "So, as long as you eat osmanthus cake, will grandma be able to see grandma's father and wife?" ”

The old woman, with a difficult smile on her pained face, nodded, "I think so." ”

The little girl thought this was really magical, and asked, "So, after eating the osmanthus cake, the grandmother will be able to see her husband?" ”

The old grandmother smiled and said, "That person should be waiting for me after the osmanthus cake." ”

"Wow, osmanthus cake is so powerful." The little girl also asked, "So if you eat the osmanthus cake, the grandmother can also see her children?" ”

The old woman was silent now.

The little girl could not see that the old woman did not want to answer the question.

also blinked his big puzzled eyes, and his curiosity was very strong.

The old grandmother's face suddenly changed, and the pain made her last little oh unable to sustain it, so she could only say to the little girl painfully: "I'm afraid the old grandmother can't wait for the osmanthus cake." ”

This reminded the little girl of what she should do now.

The little girl immediately carefully put the old grandmother on the tattered futon in the broken temple, and ran out quickly, shouting while running: "Grandma, you can eat osmanthus cake, you have to wait, wait for Jiang'er to come back!" You'll meet your dad and mom. ”

The little girl's goal is very clear, and she doesn't go to the place where she should go to ask for food.

She knew that no matter how she asked for food, she wouldn't be able to get a piece of osmanthus cake.

The little girl knew that the osmanthus cake that the grandmother said was in that store.

When the little girl begged with the old grandmother, the old lady often brought the little girl to this place.

This is one of the best snack shops in Beijing.

There are even people from other places who come here just to ask for such a piece of osmanthus cake.

Therefore, such a precious thing is not something that a little girl can get by begging.

The osmanthus cake in this is something that few people in the entire imperial capital don't know.

The little girl rushed to her destination at once.