She slowly adapted to Ye Zhi's identity this month, and she was at peace with what she encountered.

No, it's a move, if she is at peace with what happens, she will have to split the corpse of five horses, okay......

Author of the novel of all evils!!

The faint light in her eyes flashed, and she will do her best to honor her father and mother, respect her brothers and sisters, and become the real Ye Zhi.

"Miss, can you quench your thirst? It's not enough for Ah Tao to ask Xiao Er to come to a bowl of Sydney osmanthus dew, what do you think? ”

Ah Tao blinked her big round eyes, and when she saw that the young lady was sitting there and didn't speak, she asked softly.

On such a hot day, she didn't feel enough to eat a bowl, let alone her own miss.

At this time, Ah Tao forgot that she was thirteen years old, and her young lady was only seven years old...... The five-year-old age difference also made her a head taller than Ye Zhi.

waved his hand, and the gloom in his eyes dissipated, "Don't eat, you're full, if you want to eat, call for another bowl." ”

She thought of dying like that, and she had no appetite for looking at the pastries in front of her.

As if sensing her depression, Ah Tao didn't say anything, and asked her young lady to be quiet.

The mouth did not speak, and it did not mean that he was idle, so he grabbed the peach blossom cake on the table with his bare hands and put it in his mouth!

Not! Delicious~

It is worthy of being a time-honored brand in Beijing, the pastry is sweet but not greasy, peachy, small and exquisite, and I want to eat it again after eating one.

Then use a delicate plum blossom handle silver spoon, digging into the rose tofu with ice cubes to eat, cold and silky, sweet, Ah Tao has not gone to school, there is no poetry of those literati, only to the opposite lady, thumbs up:

"Miss, it's delicious, I'll follow you next time."

As he spoke, he smiled innocently, which made people laugh.

"Okay, if you don't have enough to eat, then call it, your young lady still has money for desserts." Ye Zhi felt a little sorry for Ah Tao, because she knew her fate behind her.

After her death, it was her faithful maid who helped her collect the body, and later built a house not far from her grave to live in, and soon followed her original owner.

At that time, I complained about how there could be such a maid, but I didn't expect it to be in front of me now......

Her family was framed for corruption and demoted to Fuyang, and she couldn't come back for a while, and there was no way to see her for the last time.

It's sad to think about it;

It is different from Jingzhao Lively Street.

At this time, it was at the mouth of a quiet alley.

Under the willows!

There were three or five little boys dressed in brocade and jade robes, silk and satin, dressed extraordinary, holding hands around a companion, babbling and singing:

"Little flowers, wearing flower clothes, having a father and a mother and flower clothes, eating enough, sleeping warmly, no father and no mother are like roots

……”

The person who was surrounded, about eight years old, had a pair of brown eyes like amber under the eyebrows of two small swords, as if they could suck people into the whirlpool of eyes, with a delicate nose, a small mouth of cherry red, and an off-white robe wrapped around the slender figure, forming a slender and pitiful son.

I don't know, I thought it was a beautiful girl, his name is Shen Chen, his ancestral home is Hucheng, he has been living in the capital since he was a child, and his parents died.

At this time, there was no expression on his tender white face, neither humble nor arrogant, but there was an inadvertent expression of injury in his eyes, and no one knew except him!

"Beat him, this wild seed without a father......"

"That's right, I'll do it first."

A boy in light blue clothes took the lead in pushing Shen Chen, with a lot of force, and the person who was pushed retreated several steps.

Although he was bullied, he didn't make a sound, pursed his lips, looked down at the gray square slate underground, and didn't speak.

"Yo, Li Du, you haven't eaten? You can't push anyone down. ”

Another man in yellow sarcastically said that he was wearing a gold silk moire embroidered Danhe suit, holding a hollow gold border Jiangnan ink painting iron fan, his hair was tied up with a golden hairpin, and he stood there with an extraordinary temperament.