Chapter 682 The Narcissus

A pretty woman who has just grown up in her 28 years old, her body has just grown up, and she knelt on the bed with a frown.

Ma Cheng was shocked and even woke up from the wine. This pretty woman was actually the sister of the empress dowager Zhang Yan of the dynasty. She called her name Zhang Wei. She shouted in her heart that this is amazing. She was moved and felt a little guilty. Look at this little girl carefully.

Mei'er's eyebrows are really similar to Zhang Yan, and she feels bitter in her heart. She has taken some bastards and sent them in. She must have gone through the Wei Dynasty's path. She feels weak and kind in her heart to comfort her.

So he left this little beauty in Liaoyang to settle it on the spot.

After seeing the Wei Dynasty late, Wei Dynasty said with confidence: "Now in this situation, my brother is also the dragon among the people. Since the Empress Dowager is determined, her Zhang family is still affected by her noble character."

Ma Cheng was speechless and had to follow his wishes. When he recalled the beauty who looked like Zhang Yan, he was still a little itchy.

Early in the morning, Liaoyang City.

In Dongcheng, a blue brick house with three entrances to the yard, smoke rising from cooking stoves.

Ah, a painted red door opened in the inner house in the third entry, and a slim young woman walked out, holding a food box in her hand. The woman put the food box down, turned around and carefully locked the door, and then carefully planned it.

The combed hair looked down at the newly sewn short jacket on her body. The slim woman exuded a neat and crispy atmosphere.

"Narcissus, where to go."

In the main hall opposite the door, a woman was washing her body whispering.

Narcissus was a little nervous and lowered his head in the food box, saying, "I'll go to the front yard."

The woman was not a delicate person, so she didn't care. She combed and scattered her long hair again after breaking her apart, and gently walked out of the third yard, and arrived at the second yard, the front yard, and from time to time along the way.

When you meet an acquaintance, you still have a heart hanging when greeting someone, and you are not used to this changed Beizi Mansion.

The blue brick and tile houses in the three-enter yard originally belonged to a bannerman, Beizi, the master of Zhengbai Banner.

After the Daming soldiers entered the city the day before yesterday, the bannermen's masters were captured by the fierce Ming army. They heard that they were locked in the prisoner camp, and the slave maids were summoned to the yard to wait for the death. Narcissus had already accepted his life and bitten it.

After tightly making plans to be sold, they all served the master's family and the bannerman's master, which was no different from the official lady who served the Ming Dynasty.

But unexpectedly, the maids and servants were in this house, and were in the book office of a scholar-like scholar, carrying many military soldiers to register and make bookmarks. The men were taken away by the military soldiers, and this mansion was taken away by the military soldiers.

He was assigned to dozens of maids, and the Narcissus counted them. Thirty-six maids lived in the yard three times, each with one room and was rich.

The Narcissus was in a very complicated mood, a little nervous, a little uneasy, restrained, and confused.

These three-entry mansions, blue brick and tile houses, will be temporarily distributed to the servants and maids. How will this property be handled in the future? I feel uneasy. I gently carried the food box and came out tall.

The grand mansion was walking slowly along the roadside. The street was full of Ming troops patrolling, tied up by ropes and dragged away. The bannerman was still a bannerman a month ago, but now he has become a prisoner.

Narcissus walked cautiously along one side of the road, sighing in his heart that the city was broken and the country changed its ownership. This was a battle to destroy the country. Fortunately, the Ming army in the city had good military discipline, and no one came to make things difficult for her, a weak woman, Narcissus stopped walking and walking.

Stop, avoid teams of patrolmen on the street, teams of light cavalry running wildly, and walk towards the direction of the prisoner camp outside the east gate. The prisoner camp is located outside the east gate and under the wall. This prisoner camp is better than saying

It's a horse circle.

It was originally a place to raise horses, but it was not a horse ring.

The East City Gate is highly vigilant.

Narcissus hid in the corner and looked at the heavily guarded soldiers at the city gate. He felt a chill. The Liaoyang City couldn't help but go in and out, but had to strictly investigate. She was a weak woman, looking at the murderous aura not far away, holding a black hole.

The musket, a military soldier with bright spears, naturally feels timid. Women regard reputation as more important than fate, so how can men get up and down and touch their bodies and still have the face to see people?

But my heart was thrust again. In the past, the master treated her really well. People should know how to repay kindness. Although the master she served was a banner woman, she was very kind to the servants. Narcissus was simple in thinking about his master now.

When she was in trouble, she had to repay her kindness, so she made some food and found a food box, which was delivered early in the morning.

While hesitating, the Ming army, who looked like an officer, waved to him, and the Narcissus felt a little shocked.

The officer walked over with his waist knife. The daffodil was so lucky that he gave a blessing and bowed: "Mr. Jun. All his blessings are Jin'an."

The officer looked at her clean and slim and pretty appearance, and his eyes lit up, and he taught a lesson: "You are a weak woman, you are not at home, why are you going to do?"

The daffodil's heart was pounding, and he bent down and knelt down, begging: "Mr. Jun. I'll come to find my house. My concubine only sends some food and leaves later."

The officer watched her kneeling on the cold ground, soft and pitiful, and was stunned.

Narcissus just kept begging: "Mr. Jun is kind, my wife is from a good person."

The officer looked at her pitiful look and his brows gradually frowned. He first spoke softly, but then he became louder and louder. He was a little excited and said something that the daffodils couldn't understand.

"I look at you, the little lady, you are a slave and stupid!"

"Look, this is just called slavery, come and take a look!"

The officer seemed to be more and more excited as he spoke. The daffodil was kneeling lower in his food box, but he felt very aggrieved. Somehow he violated the taboo of this military master and was so aggrieved.

"Sun Bizheng, you are so powerful!"

Not far away, the officer's shouting stopped abruptly. Narcissus did not dare to look up, but he heard footsteps getting closer and closer. His kneeling body did not move. He raised his eyelids slightly and saw a pair of them.

Military boots are the skills that have been developed for many years as a maid in Beizi's mansion. I know that this person has a good identity.

The officer who walked over coldly scolded: "Sun Bizheng, you went to the military school in vain and learned these heart-wrenching things back?"

The officer previously defended awkwardly: "The head of the camp, it's really that this lady is too much, too much!"

The camp officer said coldly: "What's so much? Remember you to leave after you pass."

The officer called Sun Bizheng had awkwardly hammered his left arm and bowed, then he ran away with red face.

The daffodil's heart thumped again. Soon, he heard a soft voice coming from his ear: "Follow me."

Narcissus hurriedly got up again, holding the food box and didn't dare to raise his head. He looked down at the official's heel, walked quickly with his hands and feet, and looked down at the master's heel. This was also something he had practiced in Beizi Mansion for many years.
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