As the night gradually sank, the lights of the Bai family's mansion were also lit. A figure walked slowly through the courtyard, going to the houses.

At tonight's meal, the little beggar didn't eat with Lao Zhaohua, but he wasn't alone, and the smiling Qingzhu stood beside him.

Qingzhu served rice for the little beggar, and picked up a pair of chopsticks, carefully sandwiching all kinds of small dishes, fish and meat in the bowl. The little beggar sat at the table with some embarrassment, watching Qingzhu's every move, this is the first time to pretend to be a little young master, and he is also inexperienced, so he doesn't know whether to intervene or not.

But seeing that Qingzhu wanted to bring the food in the bowl to his mouth, the little beggar couldn't sit still: "I'll come by myself." "The big girl feeds it, it's weird.

Qingzhu smiled when he heard this, put down the dishes and chopsticks, and stood quietly aside.

The little beggar finally breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly picked up the rice bowl, and hurriedly stuffed it into his mouth, his head almost hit the bowl, but he didn't dare to look up more. But although he didn't look up, he always felt that the people around him were looking at him and secretly looking at him.

"Isn't it to the appetite of the little young master?"

The little beggar shook his head: "Don't you eat?"

"When the little young master finishes eating, my sisters and I will go back to the back kitchen to eat. Qingzhu looked at the little beggar's constant gaze, but found it interesting, this little young master has no temper and likes to be shy.

"I've been hungry for a long time, Sister Qingzhu, you can go eat too. The little beggar said seriously. There is a person next to him watching himself eat, it's really sad, his little beggar usually gobbles up, where will he chew the set slowly.

"Qingzhu is not hungry. ”

When the little beggar saw that he couldn't move the person in front of him, he had no choice but to agree, but he still felt embarrassed, and he lost someone in front of the big girl, and his little face was about to turn red.

Seeing this, Qingzhu on the side smiled shallowly, "That Qingzhu went out first, and the young master called me for something." ”

Hearing this, the little beggar was about to nod, but he understood that it was Qingzhu who saw his difficulties, and he was embarrassed, so he only shook his head and said with a red face: "Sister Qingzhu, stay in the house, it's cold outside." ”

"The little young master is as good as the son. Qingzhu looked at the person in front of him, and laughed unconsciously, which made the little beggar's face even redder.

The little beggar stopped his mouth and swallowed a mouthful of food, "Is it a white burning cloud?"

"Well, the son is very good to our subordinates, and before the little young master came, he was the son of Qingzhu waiting. ”

"Then did he buy it?" the little beggar looked at the person in front of him seriously, and suddenly said thoughtlessly.

Qingzhu was stunned by the little beggar's question, and laughed again.

The little beggar didn't understand, and it seemed that he had said the wrong thing, so he blushed and scratched his head: "I read the book that the servants in the house were all bought." ”

"I was saved by Childe. ”

"Saved?"

"There are many thieves on the mountain road, and when they collide, their relatives in the family are killed. Qingzhu had memories in his eyes, and a thick sadness rolled up, but gradually changed to joy, "Childe happened to pass by, so he rescued me, and he suffered a few knife wounds." At that time, the son was about the same age as the young master, but he was the dream man of most of the girls in Qiancheng. ”。

The little beggar looked at Qingzhu, and felt a little sad in his heart, but he didn't understand, so he lowered his head and stuffed it into his mouth. Qingzhu saw him eating, so he didn't say much, picking up the dishes on the plate and sandwiching them in the little beggar's bowl.

The moonlight was hazy, covered by heavy clouds, and some light shone slightly on the black edge. In the autumn night, there is a lot more coolness, and there is a flute sound from nowhere, which flows leisurely. The little beggar who had eaten dinner wanted to go next door to find Lao Zhaohua, but at night, Lao Zhaohua didn't know where to go, so he had to stay in the house stupidly.

"Little young master, Qiancheng is much more boring than the imperial city, right?" Qingzhu saw that the little beggar was stunned and looked at the candlelight, unable to lift some spirits, thinking that he was homesick.

Asked by this, the fire in the little beggar's eyes jumped, "Hmm." ”

"Can you tell Qingzhu about the fun things in the imperial city?" Qingzhu looked at the person in front of him with a smile.

The little beggar's eyes flashed, but fortunately, the old man had introduced the imperial city to him in the booklet that the flower had given him. But as soon as he was about to open his mouth, he lost interest in continuing to speak, he had never experienced the fun of this imperial city after all, and he couldn't say it really. "I stayed in the house, and I didn't see any lively scenery. ”

Qingzhu was a little stunned by the little beggar's answer, pondering the contradictions before and after the little beggar, and felt that the villain in front of him was even more depressed, and his heart suddenly lost a little.

"Tomorrow, Qingzhu will take the little young master to play in the courtyard next to him. ”

The little beggar looked at Qingzhushui's bright eyes, and wanted to refuse, but it was difficult to speak, so he nodded.

At night, with a long yawn, I wanted to fall asleep. The light maid was going to wait for the little young master to take off her coat, and it was a little entanglement between men and women for a while. But the identity of the young master can't be shaken off, and if you want the young master to act, you have to peek at people with a red face.

......

After a night, the little beggar woke up early, and he didn't call Qingzhu who was waiting outside the door, so he hurriedly got dressed and went out to call "Sister Qingzhu".

Qingzhu saw that the little young master got up early, and it seemed that he was also a child, and he was a little distressed, and he seemed to see the shadow of Bai Yaoyun in him. Bai Yaoyun has no playmates by his side, only his own sword, except for cultivation, he is reading. Although Qingzhu entered the Bai family late, he could see that he was boring in the past. Now that I see a similar feeling in the little beggar, I also feel painful, this young master is not easy to be!

After washing and eating, the little beggar was led around the white mansion by Qingzhu. At first, the little beggar refused to let it, and he was too shy to let go, but Qingzhu held on to it, saying that it was winding around the house, and he was afraid that he would lose it. When the little beggar stuffed his hand into the soft palm of Qingzhu, the heart that had been disturbed by the conversation in the hall yesterday suddenly quieted down, like an autumn breeze, lying down gently, and wanted to sink in.

The eldest girl led the little beggar, her face was blushing and she was not red, and she was a little stupid. The two of them made many detours in the mansion, passed through many small arches, and went out of the backyard of the Bai family, leading directly to another large courtyard next to each other.

The layout of this mansion is not as complicated as the Bai family, it is simple, there is a large flat land in front of you, and there are houses standing on all sides.

On the flat ground there were all kinds of shelves, and the freshly dyed cloth was held high, and the washed coarse cloth clothes were all floating in the wind. There are all kinds of flavors in the air, which dried fish is salty and salty, who boils sweet syrup, and the herbs that bask in the sun are bitter and astringent.

There was a clanging sound, and the sound of the hammer dropping. The laughter got up, stepping on the loess of the big flat land, chasing after it. It seems that there is also a little beggar who likes "Zhihu also", and I can hear the anger of the old man teaching the rules.

"Can I go to the academy and have a look?" the little beggar suddenly had a light in his eyes and looked up at Qingzhu.

Qingzhu didn't speak, just took his little hand and left.

Through the cover of that piece of cloth, the little beggar saw many people, whether they had something to do or no work, they all stopped and greeted Qingzhu.

"Isn't Qingzhu going to class today?"

"Whose child is this?"

"The little master of the other family, why did you bring him to this place. ”

......

There were voices crowded around, the aunt who fried peanuts, the strong man who split wood, and the old man who squinted all greeted Qingzhu kindly, but the little beggar shrank slightly beside Qingzhu, a little nervous.

"The little young master of this family, who is from the imperial city. Qingzhu replied with a smile, "The little young master is bored, I took him to play with the boys." ”

Only then did everyone know who the villain was in Qingzhu's hand, and they asked them one by one. The little beggar was a little uncomfortable with this atmosphere, but he felt very gentle, but he still raised his eyes to look at Qingzhu.

Qingzhu understood the meaning in his eyes and smiled: "The rules set by the head of the family are not polite here." When I was a child, I often ran here, and after a long time, everyone could let it go, but I respected my son very much. The little young master is here, don't blame. Qingzhu looked at the doubts in the little beggar's eyes, and was afraid that he would be unhappy in his heart if he stayed in the house for a long time, so he explained.

"Hmm. The little beggar agreed, and turned his head, his eyes a little uncertain, not knowing what he was thinking.

The two of them had already walked to the side of the school at this time, and looked in through the window, there was an old man with a white beard, copying the book in one hand and holding the teaching note in the other, shaking his head and chanting for a while, and then knocking the strip in his hand, staring at a certain kid in the school.

"Do you want to go in?"

The little beggar shook his head and watched quietly. There is a school naughty boy, his eyes are rolling slightly, taking advantage of the white-bearded old man not paying attention, he is talking to the unlearned boy on the side, and listening to the laughter outside the window, his mind is so strong that he flies towards the big flat ground.

"Is the old teacher the same person here?" the little beggar suddenly looked up and asked.

"No, I was invited by the head of the family, but I didn't want to leave, so I didn't want the head of the family to have money, and moved over with the whole family. ”

"Oh. ”

There were children who had not yet reached school age, and they all gathered to see the little beggar, carefully looking at the tiger stripes embroidered on his clothes, and their faces were full of curiosity. But I also heard the adults say that this is the little young master, so they looked at it and laughed, pushing and shoving, a little embarrassed.

The little beggar was stunned, looked at many eyes, and was also shy, pulled Qingzhu beside him and said, "Let's go back." ”

Qingzhu was stunned when he heard this, and looked at him, a little ununderstanding the villain in front of him. But looking at it, there was a faint sentimentality in his eyes. The little young master has looked at the sky in the house for a long time, and he is used to being alone, so it is not easy to change. Qingzhu thought about it, so he smiled and nodded, and led the little beggar back.

"That's leaving?"

"Leave the little young master to eat, in the past, the big young master was good for your aunt's hand. ”

There were many voices sounding again, wanting to send Qingzhu, Qingzhu hurriedly smiled and went back one by one, pulling the little beggar back and forth.

"Little young master, they don't know that Gongzi is not the big young master. Qingzhu, who walked away, hurriedly explained.

"Well, I know, I don't blame them. ”

Qingzhu led the little beggar, the little beggar lowered his head, his eyes were dark, and there were many struggles flashing in his eyes.