The tyrant's petite bag is sweet and silly

Chapter 300 Trying to survive

Ying Xiu stood up and stared at him expressionlessly, "Child, you are quite courageous, I told you to stay away, you really just hid aside and watched the fun, why, aren't you afraid of death?"

When an ordinary child encounters this kind of thing, he is afraid that he will be scared to death and run away!
The little beggar blushed from her anger, lowered his head, glanced at the thing in his hand, he pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, raised his eyes and looked at her expectantly, "Sister, the bad guy just now was not sent by the empress." Is it right?"

He has been waiting here for so long, just want to ask this?
Ying Xiu seemed to want to roll her eyes, but this didn't fit her aloof personality, so she changed to Wang Tian, ​​"Which killer have you seen before killing someone? There are many ways to kill you. Is my mother in a hurry to go to war and send a killer?"

Little beggar: ...

A cluster of fire carefully ignited in his eyes, faintly bright.

"Here."

Suddenly, an oiled paper package was handed over in front of my eyes, and a burst of fragrant, scalding heat rushed to my face.

He stared blankly, and looked up in surprise.

"Baozi, it's hot."

Ying Xiu explained something, frowned and rubbed her chest, muttering in a low voice.

You can burn my old lady!
The incident happened suddenly just now, so she could only put the bun in her arms in a hurry, and ended the fight like this.

Come to think of it...it's quite fantasy!

The little beggar's eyes glistened with water, and his hands trembled, "This is..."

Ying Xiu frowned and shoved the oil paper bag into his arms, "It's not for you, why should I make such a trip!"

After thinking about it, her mother still couldn't bear it, so she specially asked her to find this child.

As for why she bought buns instead of giving money directly, Yingxiu also had to admire Niangniang for her thoughtfulness.

Judging from the large and small bruises and scars on the child's body, it can be seen that he is often bullied and has no ability to protect himself.

Giving him a sum of money rashly, not to mention whether it will be guaranteed or not, may bring disaster to him!

Steamed buns are not expensive, and it is not easy to arouse suspicion from others, so it is perfect.

Seeing the thing in his hand, the corners of Ying Xiu's mouth twitched.

"Do you know what you have in your hand for?"

The child blushed, nodded dully, and sounded like a mosquito.

"Wipe it on your hands."

Yingxiu had no expression on her face, and she was crying in her heart.

The hard-to-buy muscle cream that His Majesty specially gave to His Majesty was given to a beggar on the street to paint his hands!

She doesn't feel bad, she really doesn't feel bad at all!
"child……"

He looked over with a pair of clear eyes unprepared, his sleeves choked, and he couldn't help swallowing the insane words that if you give it back, I'll give you another one.

Her voice changed, and her tone became a little more solemn, "My mother said, this time it's a coincidence, she can help you once, but she can't help you countless times."

She paused, and continued without changing her face, "You have to walk the road ahead, but no matter what..."

"Try to survive."

The little beggar's eyes moved slightly, and there was an indescribable emotion surging in his heart, which was menacing.

He always heard other beggars say how extravagant those nobles are, and how much they look down on these "bugs" in the gutter.

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.

But empress, she knew that for people like them, just living was already very difficult.

She doesn't discriminate, doesn't condescend to show mercy, she said.

"Try to survive."

No one knew that this was the faith that supported him step by step to the court after many years.

In countless dark and difficult days, there was always a voice silently hovering in his ears:

Try to survive.

(End of this chapter)