After a while, Su oak called out to Luoshan: "Luoshan, go to a pastry shop."

"Good, little master." Luoshan some round and with some lovely face suddenly smile.

However, they are very filial to their parents.

The carriage drove slowly into the pastry shop in Qingyun street under the name of Cloud City.

Su oak, as usual, went in to get the cake.

He has been sticking to this habit for ten years.

Now that his mother has survived, he is used to coming here every day to bring some cakes for his mother.

Watching his mother and Yi'er eat happily every time, his heart is very satisfied.

As soon as he appeared in the street, his tall and upright posture caused a commotion in an instant.

The women around will stop and look at this rare beautiful man!

Opposite the pastry shop is a teahouse. Nangong Li, dressed in powder clothes, is sitting by the window. When he sees Su oak coming, Nangong Li has an instant meal with his hands.

"Miss, the young master is really filial. He will come here every day to get cakes for his mother. It's really enviable." Nangong Li's servant girl Xiaoling said with envy.

"Well!" Nangong Li agreed and nodded.

She was also envious of his beautiful mother.

She wanted to go to Yuncheng to play, but for the past six months, she had no courage to go, and she had to wait for someone here every day.

Here, whenever I see him this moment, her heart is very happy, happy!

But he was cold and never looked at himself.

This man in her eyes, the world's men are not comparable to a him.

"Miss, in fact, you and the little Lord are also acquainted with each other. How about going up to say hello?"

Xiaoling looked at her young lady's sullen mood, and she was also helping out with her ideas. She has been like this for a year. If she goes on like this, she will lose her heart and lose her mind.

Nangong Li also wanted to, but at the thought of his disgusting tone and eyes half a year ago, she no longer had any courage to go to him.

Suddenly, Xiao Ling quickly called out: "Miss, look, it's Miss Qin."

"The language of Qin poetry!" Nangong Li looks at the direction Xiaoling points to.

Sure enough, it was Qin Shiyu. She also went to the pastry shop.

Nangong Li said the language of Qin poetry, which was the woman in white who was besieged by mountain bandits.

Her carriage, too, followed Su oak and them into the city.

Qin poetry language at the door, suddenly came across Su oak with a cake.

Qin Shiyu quickly walked by and stood in front of Su oak, with a face of shame and a smile, and said in a soft voice: "little master, how clever!"

Su oak looked at the woman in front of him and frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything?

I'm going out with the cake.

Qin poetry language did not get a response, his face suddenly hot.

No wonder Nangong Li stayed there for a year and didn't dare to come forward and say something to him. It turned out that the Su oak was so cold that it gave her a feeling that oil and salt did not enter.

The eyes slightly a Lin, suddenly there is a feeling of standing in the ice cellar.

"Miss, you see, you talk about it every day in the language of Qin poetry. She can't help but run to meet the little Lord." Xiao Ling is anxious for her young lady.

This Miss Qin has always been knowledgeable and polite, gentle and virtuous, and miss's identity is comparable.

This is it! Miss has a rival.

"Hum!" Nangong Li patted the table heavily, which made her hands numb.

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