Bai Ling shrugged her shoulders slightly at her back, she was almost sure that the maid in front of her hated her.

Bai Ling didn't know why—maybe he didn't like her because he had been on the roof for too long, and she waited, or maybe it was something else—but it didn't matter.

Along the way, Bai Ling had no time to think about the maid she had met for the first time in front of her, and she was full of concern about the place where the two of them were going tonight.

The maid led Bai Ling downstairs, and along the way they met many other servants, these people also had a little respect for this maid similar to Lan Zhijun.

After leaving the Lanzihao, there was no carriage downstairs, only three or five turtle paws waiting there, walking with them.

Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, which somewhat shows that Bao Yuanyu probably lives nearby.

Not far away, the maid who led the way straightened her back and led Bai Ling step by step towards the deep alley ahead.

Bai Ling half-bowed his head and humbly followed behind her.

In the afterglow, she saw a number of people stopping for the maids in front of her—the men's eyes wandered to her bare chest, and several of them obviously wanted to come forward to talk, but when they got closer, they found that there was no flower code on her left breast.

The maid's gaze glared at the men who tried to get closer, and they smiled awkwardly or sneered disdainfully.

Bai Linggu thought to himself, about weekdays, there will also be nobles who will bring their own beautiful flowers to this hundred flowers to enjoy together. Knowing people by their patterns is about an iron law here.

Fortunately, no one came to their trouble along the way.

Soon, the two came to the flower lane on the edge of Baihuaya, and then walked out, it was the ordinary boundary of Pingjing City.

The maid took Bai Ling around and around several times past the same street corner.

Bai Ling and the accompanying turtle paw could see that the maid in front of her should be lost, but she seemed to have already found that she had lost her way, and was looking left and right at the moment, her eyebrows were tightly knit, and she still had words in her mouth.

"You wait here for me with the lantern for a while," the maid turned and handed the lantern to the nearby turtle paw, and said coldly, "If anyone embarrasses you, let him see the words on the lantern." ”

The turtle paw immediately replied, "Okay! Then he solemnly took the lantern.

Bai Ling looked down and saw that the front of the lantern had a red word "Lan" written on it.

It seems that the name of the Lan brand, even if it is a flower lane along this side, can still calm people.

The maid was about to leave with her skirt in her hand, and a few turtle paws behind her hurriedly said, "Auntie, you are alone-"

"Don't bother me!" The young maid glared back at the turtle paw a little irritably, and she rolled up her sleeves, "Let you stay here, stay here!" ”

A few turtle paws moved their throats and stepped back to Bai Ling's side.

Bai Ling looked at this scene and almost couldn't help but want to laugh.

Soon after the maid left, rain began to fall from the sky again. But there are not fewer people on the road, and this rain does not look like the rain of a summer night at all, but like a spring day, and the light velvet falls on people, making people feel a little cool.

Bai Ling didn't like the rain, so she retreated under the eaves of a nearby house and sat down where the bricks were piled up.

It was only then that she noticed that behind the small mound near her, there was a little girl with pigtails, who looked to be in her early three years, with very old clothes, and the color of the cloth was washed white, but it was clean.

It is rare to see such a little girl in the flower lane of Baihuaya.

The little girl squatted there motionless, and Bai Ling looked at it for a while, and with some concern borrowed a lantern from the nearby turtle paw, and then walked near her.

The little girl was staring intently at the corner of the mound—there was a small blooming flower, mainly white and purple.

By the light, the little girl glanced back at Bai Ling, and then turned back to look at the flowers.

Bai Ling put the lantern aside, squatted down beside the little girl, and said softly, "What are you looking at?" ”

"Shh The little girl made a gesture of silence, and she took small steps and leaned closer to the side of Bai Ling. Her little hand was in Bai Ling's ear, as if to tell a secret, and her voice was soft and thin.

"I'm in the flower ...... here Let's see which one is the most beautiful. ”

Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, sighed with a little smile, and her eyes fell on these small wildflowers.

"Is that out?" She said softly.

"Hmm!" The little girl approached Bai Ling's ear again and whispered, "I think the little white flower on the purple lace is the most beautiful." ”

Bai Ling followed the little girl's description and looked at the small flower, and at a glance she saw the pink and white flower that the little girl had spoken—it was very conspicuous among the purple-red clusters of its kind.

Bai Ling stretched out his finger and pointed, "Is this one it?" ”

“！”

The little girl's eyes widened for a moment, and then she frowned, grabbed Bai Ling's hand, and pulled her fingers back.

"You...... You can't...... You can't say this to their faces! The little girl took Bai Ling and took a few steps back to the side.

She looked a little anxious and a little angry, put her hands on her waist, and reprimanded seriously, "The other Huahua will be sad when they hear it!" ”

Bai Ling looked at the little girl in front of him, and suddenly felt a soft heart.

"What then......" Bai Ling said with some apologies, "Is it too late for me to apologize?" ”

"You don't know them well." The little girl frowned, she thought for a while, and reluctantly looked at her sister who was kind in front of her, "Shall I go and help you?" ”

Looking at each other, Bai Ling suddenly felt that the nose and eyes of the little girl in front of him looked a little familiar.

But before she could take a closer look, the little girl had already run back by herself.

She muttered a lot to the little flower, and when it was over, she stretched out her little hand and touched the flower—a few petals could not bear it anymore, and then scattered.

Bai Ling laughed.

After a while, the little girl stood up, and her hands were stained with some dust by a little comfort, and she reached out to the side of the weeds and leaves, rubbed them, and then dusted them again, and walked back to Bai Ling.

"Alright." The little girl smiled and said, "They don't blame you." ”

"Thank you," Bai Ling picked up the lantern, then crouched down and quietly looked the little girl in front of him in the eyes, "What's your name?" ”

"Nian Nian."

"Where's the Daimyo?"

The little girl stopped talking, and she grabbed the corner of her clothes, as if she couldn't understand what Bai Ling was saying.

"What's your last name?" Bai Ling held Niannian's hand, "Do you know what your surname is?" ”

"Surname Li!" The girl laughed again.

Bai Ling's heart trembled.

The rain slowly became heavier, and the little girl looked up at the sky, "I have to go home!" ”

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