The pale skin and the deep facial features are obviously gorgeous, but those eyes are soft, and even the small red mole in the corner of the eye is no longer arrogant and domineering.

Fuying didn't expect... she didn't expect that he was so handsome, as beautiful as the orchid and jade tree growing alone in front of the Palace of Eternal Life. His eyebrows and eyes were God-given, and his charm was self-made, but he was surrounded by evil spirits, and he suddenly looked like a god from the Tianshan Mountains.<

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Then, the young man carefully stuffed the blood-stained brocade handkerchief into his lapel. He looked at the blood-stained toes of the little princess's shoes, and subconsciously took out his own coarse cloth handkerchief, but his outstretched hand paused in mid-air.

I don’t dare to act rashly again.

Fuying was impressed by the appearance of this little slave, and aware of his intentions, she subconsciously stretched out her little feet to prevent his hand from missing.

Pei Yan was a little nervous, his crow-feather eyelashes trembled slightly, he held his breath, held the handkerchief, and carefully wiped the toes of Fuying's shoes, rubbing them gently as if he was treating a fragile treasure with utmost care.
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She seemed to have a slightly changed opinion of him. The girl looked at him carefully, but when she saw the blood that had been dripping, she kindly said: "You should go to the medical center first, don't make the injury worse."

Pei Yan shook his head.

Fuying was puzzled: "You were so seriously injured, aren't you afraid of death?"

The young man raised his head: "I'm afraid, but I'm even more afraid..."

He hesitated to speak and was extremely stubborn, but Fuying was surprised to find that the mist in those beautiful eyes was getting heavier and heavier, and the ends of the eyes were red, which was in sharp contrast with the pale skin.

Looking at her, her phoenix eyes were watery, tender and tender, and she looked like a lovable misfortune: "Princess, do you really not want me?"

Thick atomized water, white snow pear flowers fall, taking in the spring beauty.

Fuying was silent, looking at this little dog that didn't want to be abandoned, she was in a dilemma.

For a long time: "I'll ask my aunt to give you more money and then transfer you to the front yard, okay?"

He must have known about her rejection of him at the banquet, but he was so cruel that he even held a knife stained with slave blood in front of her, which made her heart tremble with fear. How could she dare?

What about him?

But now seeing his heartbroken look, Fuying couldn't help but feel a little guilty, so she added: "My aunt said that you are very brave at a young age, and she appreciates you very much. In the Shouxing Mansion, you will live a good life."

Very good."

Pei Yan's eyes dimmed and he became dejected. He asked in a hoarse voice: "Your Highness doesn't like slaves. He hates slaves, right?"

Fuying has a pure heart and cannot bear to see him like this: "No."

Pei Yan's eyes flashed and he blurted out eagerly: "Take me away."

The girl seemed a little hesitant. Looking at his sick but serious look, she didn't know how to answer.

"Take me away. As long as I can be by the princess's side, I will do anything, even if I go through fire and water for the princess."

These words were so sincere that Fuying couldn't understand why this little slave was so stubborn. They had only met each other a few times, and he had only done his best to kindly rescue him a few times. Why was he so stubborn?

"If I had known that the princess hated slaves so much, slaves would have died in the Colosseum." Seeing the girl's silence, Pei Yan looked as if his heart was filled with despair.

Fuying was frightened by these words and immediately replied: "How could I hate you? Besides, even if I hate you, there is absolutely no need for you to seek death."

Pei Yan smiled bitterly.

The girl was afraid that he would cry again, so she hurriedly said: "Go quickly and get treatment first."

The young man held up his hands and thanked him: "Slave, thank you princess for your gift."

Then, Fu Ying watched the little slave slowly climb out of the carriage. His cheeks were restrained, and the wounds on his body must have been in extreme pain. Unexpectedly, he rolled off the carriage.

The girl subconsciously lifted the curtain and wanted to send someone to help him, but she saw the little slave slowly stood up and stood firmly in the bleak autumn wind, a silent rejection.

Fuying came to her senses and gave the order: "Let's go."

The carriage drove out slowly. The girl was inexplicably flustered and her guilt increased. She looked back from the window and saw the young man standing still, definitely not moving, looking at his carriage in the distance.
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Early in the morning of the next day, Fu Ying went to Shouxu Mansion in a hurry. Before anyone arrived, she only heard a sweet girl's voice: "Aunt, aunt."

Changle looked at the girl running towards him, opened his arms to welcome the cheerful and cute little bird into his arms, looked at the panting little girl in his arms, with a pink face and bright eyes, and then he lightly tapped the

The little pear pit on the cheek.

The voice was extremely gentle: "What could possibly be worth the hurry of us little lazy bugs?"

Fu Ying crawled into her aunt's arms and found a comfortable position: "Aunt, what did you reward that little slave in the fighting competition?"

Mentioning this stubborn little slave, Changle frowned: "Why should I mention him?"

Fu Ying acts coquettishly: "Good aunt, please tell Ah Ying quickly."

This trick worked best for Chang Le. She couldn't put it down and touched the girl's hair, smiled, and said: "He is a ignorant boy. He doesn't want any rewards. He is very stubborn and ineffective."
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Fuying was surprised: "You don't want anything?"

"Yes, I admire how brave he is at such a young age, and I even mentioned that he should go to Golden Bird Pavilion to be the leader, but the slave actually rejected me."

Changle was a little angry, this little slave didn't know how to praise.

Fuying knew her aunt's temper. If anyone dared to disobey her, he would definitely not end well. She was a little worried: "Auntie didn't do anything to him, right?"

Changle looked at the little girl's serious look, smiled and scratched the tip of her nose: "Why are you so worried? Could it be that my aunt is that man-eating monster, and what else can she do to him?"

"I'm going to punish him by going back to being a horse slave."

Fuying breathed a sigh of relief, but she was murmuring in her heart. After all, she had rejected her aunt before.

But thinking about the heartbroken, decadent and tearful look of the little slave yesterday, so pitiful and pitiful, made her feel uneasy last night. As long as she looked into those phoenix eyes and the bright little puddle, she was as helpless as a puppy.

It was harmful, heartbreaking, and made her feel like a bad person.

Changle looked at the frowning girl and couldn't help joking: "What? Ah Ying has changed her mind?"

Fuying nodded with a serious attitude: "Aunt, I want him again, can you give him to me?"

Chang Le smiled: "Of course, how could aunt refuse Ah Ying?"

Fuying was finally satisfied, and suddenly she naughtily got out of Changle's arms and said happily: "Then thank you auntie."

"I'm going to the garden to see my hibiscus!"

Before leaving, she turned around again and said in a cheerful voice: "Auntie, please remember to send someone to tell him that he should stay in the house with peace of mind. I will take him into the palace in a few days."

Then, it was blown out like a gust of wind. Changle shook his head helplessly and turned around to tell the maid: "Send someone to follow the princess and watch her. It rained a few days ago, and the soft mud in the garden is slippery and tight."

After sending Fu Ying away, Chang Le pondered the orchids he had carefully watered for a while. It was already approaching evening, and then he remembered the matter of the little slave, and said to the maid beside him: "Take the winner of the fighting competition that day.

Call me, little slave, and let me see for myself."

Pei Yan had just brought the horse back and prepared the horse's food. He gently stroked the black horse's mane, as if it was spiritual. Sensing that he was in a bad mood, the horse neighed twice.

Go down, gently approach, and rub his palm affectionately.

"Tell me, why doesn't the little princess want me?"

"Do you think I'm scary?" Pei Yan said in a lonely tone, sighing silently.

"But only if I win the game can I be qualified to see her every day, right?"

Just as Gu Zi was whispering, there was a sound of footsteps not far away. It was Chang Sui beside the eldest princess: "I have been looking for you twice. Go quickly, the eldest princess has summoned you."

Although he was puzzled, he didn't allow him to delay, so he followed Chang Sui in a hurry.

Chang Le sat on the soft couch with his eyes half-closed, his posture arrogant, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Pei Yan knelt down and said, "Slave Pei Yan, I have met the eldest princess."

Chang Le then slowly raised his eyelids, glanced condescendingly, and raised his fingers: "Come forward."

On the day of the fighting match, this kid was covered in stains, and his appearance could not be seen clearly. He must look carefully today. If he is not beautiful, he cannot be given to Ying. Ying should be equipped with some good-looking things.
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Pei Yan knelt and took a few steps forward, raising his head slightly, but just looking at the ground obediently, not at the eldest princess.

Changle, on the other hand, glanced at his cheek, and he looked puzzled, frowning slightly, then straightened up suddenly, swept away his previous laziness, and said immediately: "Raise your head."

When Xiaonu slowly raised his head, Changle could see clearly. His shoulders trembled, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but it passed quickly, and he immediately returned to his noble appearance of being unfazed by humiliation.

Question: "Where are you from? Where do you live?"

Pei Yan said: "Princess Huichang is from Chang'an and lives in Liutiao Lane in the eastern suburbs."

Changle nodded, the emotion in his eyes was indistinguishable, but he was sinking very deeply. After a long pause, he said: "In a few days, the princess will send someone to pick you up. From now on, you can go to the palace to serve the nobles.

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There was a moment of surprise, then ecstasy: "But His Highness Ning'an?"

Changle took a sip of tea: "That's natural."

"You remember, when you go to the palace, you have to serve the master respectfully no matter what. There are many more rules in the palace than here. No matter what, you can't bring shame to the chief minister's palace." After a pause: "These are the rules.

Do you remember all the words?"

Pei Yan kowtowed and thanked: "I would like to follow the teachings of the eldest princess."

Changle nodded with satisfaction and waved, pretending to take a nap: "Go down."

Pei Yan noticed something strange about the eldest princess, but there was still a look of joy on her face, and she stepped back after responding.

But after he left, Changle suddenly opened his eyes, and with some indiscernible emotions in his wakefulness, he asked Chang Sui beside him: "Yuan Qi, who did that boy look like just now?"

Yuan Qi has been with the eldest princess for many years, and is well aware of her master's moodiness, so she said: "That little slave has handsome features. If I say who he looks like, I can't even tell you for a while."
Chapter completed!