Thousands of mountains are always pits

When Yu Shanshan met Zhang Mu, she was five years old,

There was a heavy snowfall in the capital which was rare in a millennium, and unlike previous winters where she had to rely on a silver charcoal stove to survive, Yu Shanshan was wandering alone in the cold alley corners of the capital, and snowflakes of goose feathers fell from the collar of her unlined clothes. After posting it in, I was so cold that my bones lost consciousness.

At that time, Yu Shanshan didn't have this name yet, she was of the blood of a so-called nobleman, and there was a nice word "Heng" in her name, "Heng" means "beautiful jade".

But now Yu Shanshan who has to lean against the corner of the ruined temple is really not worthy of this name.

Just when she thought she was going to die, a little Taoist nun in Taoist robes appeared in front of her.

She is about the same age as her, dragging a slightly long gray robe, the hem of which is twisted on the ground, holding a half-eaten roasted sweet potato in her hand, and smilingly holding it under Yu Shanshan's greedy gaze. I swallowed the sweet potatoes in two or three bites.

"Okay, don't look at me with that look, my life will be shortened if a rich lady looks at me like that."

The little Taoist nun - she looked like a little ruffian.

She knelt down, pinched Yu Shanshan's long-uncleaned face without hesitation, and slid her index finger from her eyebrows to her neckline, explaining rather pervertedly: "This skinny and tender flesh looks like a pampered big man." Miss."

The opponent's fingertips are a bit rough, but Yu Shanshan can't care about that much anymore.

Those hands, with a fascinating warmth, stayed on his body for a moment, and then retracted them mercilessly.

"Hey! You little girl, where did I go to deceive people if I didn't pay attention?"

A slender voice wrapped in a copper bell came faintly from a distance.

"Don't worry, I don't think your face is short-lived, you are born with a life of rich clothes and rich food, just wait slowly, you won't die."

The "little Taoist nun" stood up without sympathy, passed by the old beggar who was also squatting next to him, and kindly put a few copper coins, and smiled at the source of the voice, "Do good deeds every day, master, didn't you teach me?" Is it..."

Yu Shanshan looked at the man who was blind in one eye with a banner in his left hand and a yellow bell in his right to knock on his little apprentice. She was able to barely recognize the three large characters written on the rags and white banner——

Huang Banxian.

It turned out to be a fortune teller... a charlatan.

Yu Shanshan was a little disappointed, thinking that she might just freeze to death here, but when she woke up, she found that the snow had grown even bigger, and she turned "white-headed" overnight.

Some regretted why she could still wake up, but the next moment she heard the voice of an old woman with delicate makeup:

"Hey, where did you come from, little beggar? Why haven't I seen you before?"

"Seeing that you don't have much to go, why don't you go with your mother? At least you don't have to worry about food and clothing."

Yu Shanshan instinctively nodded in agreement, and then she walked to Wudao Hutong.

The most prosperous land of smoked willows in the capital.

The little Taoist nun was right, she was indeed destined to be well-clothed and well-fed—even here, she could become the daughter of Mama Hua, and she didn't lack anything that a lady should have.

Zhumen, one of the top studies in Wudao Hutong, she became the darling there.

At the age of 16, Yu Shanshan wandered the streets again, and unexpectedly discovered that Huang Banxian's sign had changed.

The "fortune teller" put away the peach wood tube, put all the copper coins into the bag, and tore off his white beard, and his pair of peach blossom eyes were full of romance.

"This lady looks familiar to me, have we met before?"