The villain's stepmother's tea party

Release day.

Song Baiyu twitched early in the morning? After getting dressed, he tidied up and was about to go out.The questions for the make-up exam are a bit difficult for small groups. They are all old gentlemen who have never been taught. What about state affairs and public opinion.Fortunately, he dabbled extensively in his daily life and thought about it before writing. Although he can't say how ingenious the idea is, he can barely answer it.

"Wait!" Yun Ling angrily chased after her with her skirt in hand, and stuffed the steaming steamed stuffed bun into Xiao Tuanzi's arms, "Remember to have breakfast, baby!"

With the morning light in early spring, Yun Ling's smile was warm: "You must eat, today's bag has a surprise."

Ever since Yunling became a stepmother, the refrain has been popping up one by one, Baozi is a bag, son is a baby, eat, sleep, good night, accompanied by "Mom loves you so much" and "Baby is awesome" from time to time "mua" and other nasty words.Xiao Tuanzi, who lived in ancient times, had never heard of these things, and only felt that this was a way for Yunling to express her love.

The steaming steamed stuffed bun was pressed against his chest, giving him the illusion that his heart was being covered.Song Baiyu gently picked up the bun, and carefully took a bite.

The warm brown sugar flowed into the mouth, and the sweet and soft aroma lingered between the lips and teeth.

It's delicious.

Yun Ling touched the head of the little dumpling: "This is a love breakfast made by my mother. The new day is going to be a good start! By the way, our rice is gone, I will go buy it today, and the wronged baby is drinking a bowl at the wonton stand It's rice porridge!"

Yunling thought in her heart that she would add a few more dishes at noon, hoping that when Song Baiyu was all over the world, she would be merciful to her subordinates so that her death would not be too ugly.

Song Baiyu raised his head, and an imperceptible wave flashed in his clear eyes.He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end no sound came out.

"Go, go, little boy on the road, heart!" Yunling chirped, like a chipmunk jumping up and down on a tree branch.She sent Song Baiyu away with a blink of an eye, and was only interested in admiring the thin but resolute back of the little? Little? Boy, completely ignoring Xiao? Tuanzi's soft opening, speaking in a voice that only she could hear.

"Thank you, mother."

Song Baiyu turned around three times and five times, and came to the wonton stand.Instead of ordering rice porridge, he ordered a clear water white noodle soup.

The taste of white noodle soup is far worse than that of rice porridge, and it is not nutritious. It is something that the poor and homeless will drink.It's just that the price is half cheaper than rice porridge.

The stall owner's face was greasy, and even his hands were stained with oil.After rummaging through the cabinet for a long time, he handed the change, along with the smell of oil on his body, to Song Baiyu.

Song Baiyu was not impatient at all, he was like a quiet little beast, obediently put the money into his pocket, then walked straight to the lacquered table, and drank in small sips I ordered white noodle soup.

Halfway through drinking the soup, Song Baiyu felt that the temperature around him had dropped again, and the originally chilly spring seemed even more freezing.As soon as he raised his eyes, he met the eyes of the new customer.

The new diners are young men, and their robes are very simple, just a green amber long jacket, dotted with some vigorous alpine pines, and the uppers of the white-soled soap boots are clean and not stained with a trace of dust.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that the gold thread embroidered on the skirt is definitely not from the hands of ordinary craftsmen, and such a clean upper means that the owner of the shoe will not step on the dirty ground. Most of the travel? Probably by horse-drawn carriage.

Even Song Baiyu, who was in a mature and steady state of mind, couldn't help but stare dumbfounded.In such a small county town, the appearance of a man is like a heavenly being.The green amber long shirt set him off extremely white, and his eyes were free of impurities, as calm as the surface of a clear lake.

And the steady and firm look in his eyes distinguishes him from the greasy-faced little boy, making him different from the weakness of ordinary handsome men.

The man also saw the little dumpling, but he just glanced at the little girl indifferently, and then gently moved his eyes away.

The man sat down alone, ordered a bowl of wontons, and started to eat like no one else was there.Every movement is deliberately self-made, which is incompatible with the environment here.

The wonton stall in the morning is crowded with people, and the business of the stall owner is extremely good.

Song Baiyu secretly glanced at the man, feeling unable to move his eyes away.Obviously, there is a coldness in his whole body that he should not get close to others, and he keeps everyone away, but he is not stupid enough to take his eyes away from him.

"Little boy, give me some money!"

Xiao Tuanzi was concentrating on looking at the fairy brother, when suddenly he was yelled and trembled twice in fright.Huang San is a well-known gangster in the neighborhood. He often stops people on the way to ask for money and molested young girls.At this moment, he justly stretched out his hand to the little girl at the other table. The girl was only eight or nine years old, and she was shaking with fright.

"I have no money..." the little girl sobbed.

"I clearly saw that you have it in your hand, take it out!" Huang San's face was full of flesh, and his tall figure surrounded the little girl tightly in the darkness. The cold spring made life even more chilly.

The little girl's tears were like broken beads. She tightly held the old money in her hand, trying to cheer herself up loudly: "This is the money for my mother's medical treatment, I can't give it to you!"

"Hey, will you give it to me?!" Without saying a word, Huang San reached into the little girl's arms, "Can't you tell, little girl has delicate skin and tender flesh..."

The girl's crying attracted many eyes, but no one was willing to help her.Everyone is on their own? Eating, pricking up their ears to listen, but pretending they don't know anything.

"Oh, uncle, don't steal my money, it's money for my mother's medical treatment, please..." Seeing the little girl crying heartbreakingly, Huang San became more and more courageous .

"You stop!"

A crisp, crisp voice sounded suddenly, and Huang San turned around hesitantly, only to see the half-human-tall little dumpling with an angry expression on his face: "Put your hands away!"

"Why, will you give me money for her?" Huang Santiao laughed, "Give it to me, and I will let go."

Song Baiyu didn't hesitate at all, he stretched out his small hand: "Here you are!"

The old copper coins have been wiped clean, and the warm palms warm the cold copper.Huang San glanced at the white noodle soup that Song Baiyu drank, and knew that this was not a rich owner, and it was already the limit to give so much.

"Hmph, you're wise." If the quarrel continues, it will easily cause public anger. Huang San knows the seriousness, so he took away the money and walked away with a sneer.

The man was concentrating on eating wontons when he was bumped suddenly, and the soup in the bowl almost spilled out.Huang Sanpi smiled bluntly and apologized to him, but the man just glanced at Huang San lightly without saying a word.

"That money, I'm afraid you won't be able to spend it." Huang San was about to walk away, only to hear the man speak heavily.

"Hehe, what's the matter today, all of you are out here? Chivalry?" Huang San folded his arms and looked provocatively at the sculpture-like man, "Where did you come from? How dare you fight? Say what you just said again?"

"I said," the man got up. He didn't look tall when he was sitting, but he was a point taller than the strong Huang San when he stood up. He was dressed in a green pine long coat that shone with a dark golden light in the sun, and he looked very luxurious. , "You don't want to spend my money."

"You...what are you doing..." Huang San moved back.

"Look clearly, what did you steal just now?" The man's voice was not loud, but it hit the ground? It was so loud that no one could doubt it.

"What did I steal..." Huang Sanxiao muttered softly, and couldn't help but took out the money bag that he had just stolen from the man to have a look.

"Chushen..." Huang San recognized it, "Pei Chushen..."

Huang San's complexion changed abruptly, and his eyes were as wide as copper bells.

Pei Lang, with deep characters, is the most trusted and powerful official in the world today, the chief assistant of the cabinet, who is unparalleled in the limelight, known to all women and children.Even the beggars on the roadside sang the song "Guofeng looks at Pei Lang as much as possible".

The money bag is sewn with royal embroidery, with exquisite workmanship, which is definitely not seen in the market.

"My lord, please forgive me. I have offended my lord because I don't know Taishan. You should die." Huang San was so frightened that he immediately knelt down on the ground, and the sound of kowtowing was clearer than the collision of copper coins.

Pei Lang... Song Baiyu stared blankly at the man standing upright in the cold wind. He was as tall and straight as a green pine, and as dazzling as the sun.

Xiao Tuanzi still doesn't know that his future will be so dazzling, and if it is too dazzling, it will become dazzling.

After a long delay, it's almost time for class.If you come across Pei Lang in this small town, Huang San must have no good fruit to eat.Xiao? Tuanzi packed her bags and ran away to the academy.

As soon as they entered the academy, they saw Liao Han laughing wildly together.Seeing the dusty Song Baiyu, Liao Han laughed even louder.

"What kind of bullshit child prodigy, didn't even pass the make-up exam at the academy, now you have to pack your schoolbag and leave? Man!"

What?Did you pass the make-up exam? !Song Baiyu quickly looked at the transcript, but he couldn't find his name among the passers.

The author has something to say:

I finally wrote it to the end, and I plan to write another chapter to finish it.In fact, I also want to write more, but recently the work pressure is very high, sometimes I work overtime until the early hours of the morning, and I am in a bad mood, so I can't add more emotions to the characters in the article.This is the first book I wrote. Many times I wanted to throw out the outline directly, but I still couldn’t bear it. It’s just that after so long, the inspiration is gone. I feel that the more I write, the worse it is. It’s better to finish it earlier and summarize the experience. One.Thanks to the little friends who accompanied me all the way, and the little friends who have been silently waiting for my update!