Chapter 135: Are you willing to commit yourself as a slave? (8)
The master slowly walked out of the door. Li Jing opened his blurred eyes and looked at this room. It felt familiar yet strange. He seemed to be able to smell the woman's faint smell of powder, but why didn't I remember it at all?
Could it be that dream?
In my dream, under the cold pear blossoms, a woman smiled sweetly at me. The pear trees were majestic and gentle, but I couldn’t see her face clearly.
Li Jing slowly stood up and walked to the bronze mirror, only to find a few green hairs entwined on the wooden comb. The faint fragrance of orchid came to his face. In the drawer, a peach blossom hairpin was as delicate as ever.
Whose is this?
He quietly looked at himself in the bronze mirror, a familiar yet unfamiliar face, a trace of blood in his mouth, the wooden comb in his hand was slightly warm, and his hair was entangled at his fingertips. His heart seemed to be empty, and the wind was blowing directly.
I must have forgotten something? But what did I forget?
"Jinger, drink some porridge"
The master strolled in from outside and saw the wooden comb in Li Jing's hand. He stared at the wooden comb tenderly and affectionately, never looking away.
His figure flashed suddenly and he looked at Li Jing, how much do you love each other? Is it true that even the pill can't cut off your feelings?
"Jinger, why are you up and why don't you take a rest?"
The master looked at Li Jing tenderly, put the porridge in his hand on the round table, sat down casually, and looked at him with a smile.
"Master, why do I feel like there is a smell of powder in this room?"
Li Jing slowly approached the round table and sat down gently, with a touch of sadness covering his delicate eyebrows.
"Jing'er, are you there? Maybe it's the powdery smell on my teacher's body."
The master said softly, then took out a sachet from his arms and gently handed it to Li Jing. There was a round blessing embroidered on the purple satin. In the sachet, there was a faint fragrance of orchids, peach blossoms, cherry blossoms, and pear blossoms.
Li Jing looked at the sachet handed over by the master carefully. The corners of the needles with the word "Fu" were a bit unfamiliar, and there was a trace of blood on the gold thread. Presumably, the woman who embroidered this sachet was a novice.
"Maybe I'm overthinking it"
Xiliang King's Palace
Ever since Mu Qingxiao accidentally injured Hu Yanzhuo, she has never seen Hu Yanzhuo again. She washes piles of dirty clothes in the laundry room every day, and her hands are slightly red and swollen. There is no one she knows in the laundry room, Lian Tao.
Rui didn’t even know she was washing clothes
"I tell you, wash your hands clean and don't let your hands become weak." The steward of the laundry room whipped Mu Qingxiao's white and tender hands. She had seen many such people, and they were just slaves snatched from heaven.
,What's the big deal
The whip struck the back of Mu Qingxiao's red and swollen hand fiercely. Immediately, purple whip marks appeared on the skin. Mu Qingxiao screamed in pain.
"If you know it hurts, wash your clothes properly." The manager was probably in his forties, and he was very strict. It was said that his son was in the barracks, and even his husband died in the battle. When he first heard the news, Qing Xiao was heartbroken.
I felt a bit sympathetic, but when I saw her like this, I felt a little disapproval.
Mu Qingxiao looked at the mountains of clothes in front of her, and then looked at the slaves around her. It seemed that they were all from the Celestial Dynasty, because the people from Xiliang were not as handsome as this.
"Steward Qiu, if you do this again, be careful and I will sue you to the king." Mu Qingxiao looked at Steward Qiu unconvinced. His hands were swollen after washing clothes every day and soaking them in water. This steward was actually fine.
