A delicate green plum dressed as a traitor

Chapter 2 A Tao
This month, she slowly got used to Ye Zhi's identity and went with the situation.

No, it's a trick. If she just goes along with the situation, she will be torn apart, okay...

Fiendish novelist! ! !
A faint light flashed from the bottom of her eyes, and she will do her best to honor her parents, love her brothers and sisters, and become the real Ye Zhi.

"Miss, can you quench your thirst? If it's not enough for A Tao, ask Xiao Er to have a bowl of Sydney osmanthus dew, what do you think?"

A Tao blinked her big and round eyes, seeing the lady sitting there not talking, she asked softly.

On such a hot day, she doesn't feel like eating a bowl is enough, let alone her own lady.

At this time, A Tao forgot that she was 13 years old, and her family's young lady was only seven years old... The age difference of five years also made her taller than Ye Zhi by a head.

He waved his hand, and the gloom in his eyes couldn't dissipate, "I won't eat, I'm full, if you want to eat, order another bowl."

Thinking of how she died like that, she lost her appetite looking at the pastries in front of her.

As if aware of her depression, A Tao didn't say anything, telling her lady to be quiet.

The mouth didn't speak, and it didn't mean it was idle. Su hand grabbed the peach blossom cake on the table and put it in his mouth!
Well!delicious~
As expected of a time-honored brand in Beijing, the pastries are sweet but not greasy, with a tangy peach fragrance, small and exquisite, and you will want to eat more after eating one.

Then use a silver spoon with a delicate plum blossom handle to dig out the rose tofu with ice cubes and eat it. It is cold and silky, sweet and delicious. A Tao has never been to school, and she does not write poems like those literati. She only talks to the lady opposite, give a thumbs up:
"Miss, delicious, I will follow you next time."

While speaking, he showed a naive smile, which made people laugh.

"Okay, if you don't have enough to eat, call again, your lady still has money for dessert." Ye Zhi felt sorry for A Tao, because she knew her future fate.

After she died, it was still her loyal servant girl who helped her collect the body, and later built a house not far from her grave to live in, and soon followed the original owner.

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

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

It hurts to think about it;
It is different from the busy Jingzhao Street.

At the entrance of a quiet alley.

Under the willow tree!
There are three or five handsome young masters dressed in brocade and jade robes, silk and satin, holding hands and surrounding a companion, babbling and singing:
"Xiao Huazi, wears a flowered dress, has a father and a mother and a flowered dress, eats enough, sleeps warmly, has no father and no mother like a grass
......"

The besieged man was about eight years old, under two small sword eyebrows, there was a pair of brown amber eyes, which seemed to be able to suck people into the vortex of eyes, delicate nose, cherry red mouth, off-white clothes The robe wraps the slender figure, forming a slender and pitiful young master.

I didn't know, but I thought it was a beautiful girl, his name was Shen Chen, his ancestral home was in Hucheng, he came to live in the capital since he was a child, his parents died.

At this time, his tender and white face was expressionless, neither humble nor overbearing, but his eyes inadvertently revealed a hurt expression, no one except him knew it!

"Hit him, this bastard without parents..."

"That's right, I'll come first."

A boy in light blue took the lead in pushing Shen Chen with a strong force, and the pushed person took several steps back.

Although he was bullied, he did not make a sound, pursed his lips, looked down at the gray square stone slab underground, and did not speak.

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

Another man in yellow clothes who was traveling with him sarcastically said that he was wearing a red crane suit embroidered with golden silk cloud patterns, holding a hollowed-out Phnom Penh Jiangnan ink painting iron fan, and his hair was tied high with gold hairpins. Standing there, he has an extraordinary temperament.

(End of this chapter)