Chen Jingzhi came out of the palace in the morning, and when a trace of white fish appeared in the sky, the old man returned to the room to sleep, but he sat in the yard outside for a long time without moving.

When the bell in the Meridian Gate Tower rang, Chen Jingzhi's thoughts were pulled back. He first cleaned the yard, wiped the front and back of the house, and then closed the door and came out of the palace.

On weekdays, Chen Jingzhi didn't know how to live in the palace. The old man said that the yin energy in the palace was too heavy and it was not suitable for his life. Only now did he know what this was not suitable for him.

Walking by the roadside, the capital city is very busy in the morning. Most of the people who go out at this time are office workers who are in a hurry. It may be because of the popularity that Chen Jingzhi's mood gradually calmed down. He may be very sad, but this sadness will pass quickly. After all, he knew very early that his mother died of dysfunction due to giving birth to him.

The reason why Chen Jingzhi didn't come back to his senses was that the old man told him that his life would probably be very bumpy in the future. He would pay attention to the underworld who specifically arrested people who violated the law in the underworld, and his life would continue.

As for how to prolong life, this is definitely a very cumbersome and troublesome process. Chen Jingzhi couldn't help but sigh. This bumpy life is like this.

There is an alley behind the Qing Dynasty Palace called Nanli Hutong. Chen Jingzhi's home is inside. There is a street outside the alley with stalls selling breakfast in the morning. He came to a small broken shop with a familiar route, ordered two fried dough sticks, a bowl of soy milk and a bun and started eating.

Chen Jingzhi has been eating in this area for more than ten years and is still the most familiar with and likes the taste of this restaurant. The boss is an elderly couple. It is said that they have been in the stall for more than 40 years, so they grew up watching Chen Jingzhi.

After taking a sip of hot soy milk, just as he was about to pick up a fried dough stick and stuff it into his mouth, Chen Jingzhi's eyes saw a black extended s40 parked on the side of the road. Then the door opened and the car came down, and first a long legs wrapped in jeans came down, and then he showed a charming and graceful figure.

Chen Jingzhi saw that this body size could hit the face of a woman above 90, and the other party's face could also be worth this point.

There are many adjectives to say that a woman is beautiful, but as Chen Jingzhi thinks, this woman's beauty and charming temperament may only exist in the fictional heroines of novels, but he did not expect that there would be something in reality.

Chen Jingzhi took a look back after just a few glances. For him, the fried dough sticks, buns and soy milk in front of him may be a little more tempting than this woman. After all, things can be eaten, and this woman can't do anything even if she sits in front of him.

Then, this woman whose figure and appearance could reach 90 points sat in front of him.

There was still soy milk juice left on the corner of Chen Jingzhi's mouth, and he didn't finish the bun in his mouth. He raised his head and looked around. There was still a free place next to him.

Chen Jingzhi opened his mouth and chewed the fragrant meat filling, and looked at the other party in surprise. Of course, he didn't believe that he would have the capital to make the other party fall in love at first sight. Then he attracted her to sit in front of him, and then took out his phone to tell me if he could add a friend?

Chen Jingzhi's appearance is not surprising in the era when handsome guys and puppies are everywhere. He is thin and well-proportioned. He is 1.77 meters tall and weighs 135. His face is slightly more melon-shaped. At first glance, it is not ugly, but it is still not ugly when you look closely. There are too many people like this.

"I'm disturbing, my name is Song Qingci." The 90-year-old beauty stretched out her little hand and said to Chen Jingzhi: "I'm very happy to meet again."

"Song celadon? The meaning of the official kiln in the Song Dynasty..." Chen Jingzhi paused and frowned and asked, "Again? Where did you see it last time?"

Song Qingci took back his little hand that was not taken care of by the other party, leaned back and said, "Last night, I was following Dean Cao Zhengfan. You were in the tunnel in the east. I was right... Qing Palace, the next generation of gaze guards?"

Chen Jingzhi suddenly realized that before midnight last night, Cao Zhengfan came to thank him when the tourists in the palace were clearing the scene. He politely said to him and the other party left. When he left, Chen Jingzhi found that a woman among them turned around and watched him for a long time. It was dark at that time and he could not see clearly what this person looked like.

"Who are you looking for me?" Chen Jingzhi asked in surprise.

"I didn't eat breakfast either, so why don't you invite me to have a little? It smelled pretty good. I haven't eaten soy milk and fried dough sticks for a long time. I have always lived in the hotel when I returned to Beijing." Song Qingci suddenly stretched her waist, and her long legs wrapped in jeans were invisible, but the other party was wearing a thin down jacket. What was surprising was that the down jacket did not completely cover the curve of Song Qingci's body.

"Dad, give me a bowl of soy milk and two fried dough sticks..."

"I want bean juice," Song Qingci interrupted him and said.

"Are you from the old capital?" Chen Jingzhi realized something. He couldn't get used to drinking bean juice. The strange smell would make people feel nauseous. Unless it was the kind of people from the old capital that would like it. No one from outsiders would touch it.

"It was a long time ago, and so was my ancestors. However, when I was a teenager, I went abroad to study and I only returned to China recently. I miss this taste very much," Song Qingci said with squinted eyes.

After a while, the boss brought the soy sauce and fried dough sticks. Song Qingci didn't talk to him anymore, and Chen Jingzhi didn't take the initiative to answer the other party. He knew that this woman must have come to him by chance, but deliberately came to him. Sooner or later, she would speak first.

After a simple breakfast, Chen Jingzhi wiped the corner of his mouth and burped with satisfaction. Song Qingci took a deep breath and slapped the wind with his little hand and said, "I haven't drunk soy juice for a long time. I can't accept it anymore, but fortunately, I adapted after taking a few sips, and I suddenly regained the taste of my childhood."

Chen Jingzhi looked at her quietly without responding. Song Qingci smiled and said, "What do I do when I look at it like this? There are no flowers on my face, let alone...that kind of thing?"

Chen Jingzhi frowned and quickly let go. Then he picked up the cell phone on the table and said, "I'm very happy to meet Miss Song. Come over to have dinner if you have time."

"From the future, when will it be after, and what day?"

Chen Jingzhi was speechless.
Chapter completed!