Xiuying has not been in the street for many years, and she is very excited when she sits in the carriage.

It's a busy time in the street. People come and go, the Hawking of vendors, and the smell of unknown snacks fill Xiuying's hearing and taste.

She couldn't sit still and reached for a peek at the curtain.

At this time, we can see feng xiuhao on the edge.

In autumn, the sun was just right, and his handsome side face was slightly dignified. He did not smell the bustle outside. As soon as she saw it, she caught hold of it and motioned her to sit down with her eyes.

Xiuying, embarrassed to smile at him, retracted her head and sat down again. But I could not sit for a while, listening to the movement outside, my heart was like a cat, scratching her heart with her little claws.

Finally, the carriage bumped and stopped.

At this time, Feng xiuhao's tall figure also left from the side of the car. Xiuying soon heard his voice outside the curtain: "be gentle, wear the curtain cap and come down."

Zhi'er Ping'er immediately takes care of her girl and lifts up the curtain to help her get off.

Feng xiuhao has Xiushi to hold her arm and half hold her out of the car. The other brothers of the Feng family are also around her, frowning and laughing at them.

Xiuying looked at them suspiciously. Feng xiuhao noticed that he lowered his head in her ear and whispered, "don't pay attention to them, they're bastards."

The little girl didn't understand. She could only say that her second cousin, Feng Xiuming, ran forward. Then she ran to a building: "we don't want to play with big brother. Let him be alone. We can't make fun of him when we go out to play."

Xiuying was dragged down and bumped by him, but she was so excited that she did not go out for a long time. Soon, she did not walk as fast as before. She trotted along with Feng Xiuming into the shop.

When I went in, I found that it was a teahouse. Someone was telling stories in the middle hall.

They brought her to such a place!

"I like it here. It's crowded and lively. It's mainly because the teahouse has a special kind of snack, and after an hour, it stops offering. I told my elder brother for a long time before I allowed you to come. "

Feng Xiuming said with flying eyebrows and a look of you praising me. Xiuying could see clearly through the white yarn and said in his mind, "Xiuming cousin is the best."

The young man was happy to smile again and took her upstairs. Feng xiuhao was afraid that his younger brother would carelessly fall the baby's pimple, so he was busy protecting his back.

The young masters and waiters were familiar with each other. They bowed and bowed in front of him and led them to the reserved wing room.

Xiuying has never been to any place in her previous life. She just thinks that everything is fresh. She looks left and right. After entering the wing room, Feng Xiuming opened the window sash facing the middle hall. When he entered the shop just now, the lively noise came again, and he could see the whole interior of the shop.

The original teahouse is still so clever.

Xiuying only squinted at it. Hearing that the writer told a story vividly, she looked at the room again.

Pure black lacquer furniture, elegant furnishings, is very thoughtful.

Feng xiuhao then sat down beside her. Seeing her little head looking around, he said with a smile, "this teahouse can't find a place without making an appointment in advance. Many high-ranking officials like to drink tea and listen to books here. Most of the people sitting below want to touch the road of fortune."

Hit the road?

Xiuying looked down along his line of sight, and found that the people sitting in the lobby were not badly dressed. They could all see some wealth.

Feng xiuhao then said again: "they all want to make friends with some officials and stay here. They have to pay a certain amount of money in order to seize the throne. As for whether they can run into the road, they are left to fate. "

It turns out that there are such places in the capital.

Just now, Xiuying thought that the place was elegant, which would make her feel that she was stained with the smell of vulgarity and utility.

Feng xiuhao also just roughly told her these, no matter how deep, there is no need to say more, in the end, when she is a little girl.

Soon someone came up with a snack. Feng Xiuming held it and was about to give it to her mouth. Feng xiuhao glared at her and restrained her. He said with a smile, "we all forget that we are going to grow into a big girl. But when we were young, my cousin always fed you food like this. You won't forget it."

Xiuying was said by him that her face was burning. She really didn't want to recall the five years when she got along with her elders and cousins. I feel like a three-year-old in their eyes. I always like to hold and feed her. She can't resist.

A resistance, all show a sad look.

She forced a smile and took the snack.

She put it under her nose and smelled it. It had the sweet smell of jujube. Jujube cake?

So what's special about this.

In her heart, she opened her mouth and bit her mouth, only to find that there was stuffing in it. It was the smell of cheese. This bite, soft all on the mouth.

She quickly pursed her mouth, and then touched her lips with a handkerchief. Her mouth was full of milk fragrance.

"Is it delicious?" Feng xiuhao saw her eyes narrowed, like a greedy cat.

Xiuying is very surprised, "this is how to wrap the cheese inside, it will soften the skin outside." But this is not the case. The skin is still soft and melts at the entrance.Feng xiuhao knew that the little girl would like to eat like this. He said with a smile, "it's because of this Kung Fu that this teahouse has a hundred gold."

A hundred gold is exaggerated, but this small dish of snacks is worth a dozen Liang silver, a dish of three, is extravagant.

Xiuying one bite to eat ordinary people's spending a year, and then some distressed. I thought that no matter how delicious it was, I would come back and have a taste of it.

She had never been a heavy mouthed person. Instead, she turned her head and went to listen to books again. When she turned her head, she happened to see a group of people coming in from the door. Suddenly, three or two people stood up in the noisy middle hall, and then she heard someone shouting injustice.

In the cry, she heard a familiar surname.

Shen.

She was suddenly shaken. His head was still in confusion. The man who jumped up seemed to be dragged away, but the cry of injustice still reverberated in the hall.

One hand will close the window in front of her, the light and noise are separated outside, she looked at the owner of the hand with blank eyes. It was Feng xiuhao.

He wrung his brow slightly, and said to her in a soft voice, "things happen from time to time, so I don't want to bring you here. Are you scared?"

Xiuying shook her head slowly, thinking about something else.

Some people cry injustice, and they call it Lord Shen. Is that him?

Can it be him?!

Her chest seemed to be surging and agitated, and her whole heart was trembling.

Third uncle!

She stood up unexpectedly and rushed out of the wing room without even wearing a curtain cap.

Screen son Zhi son guard at the door, only to see her disappear in the door of the pink skirt, the top of the exquisite embroidered butterfly.

All of them were startled and went out, shouting "Yaoyao".

But she had already run downstairs with her skirt.