The two were frightened, their eyes fell on Feng Miaozhi, and they just burst into tears, which meant to ask, where should we go? Where can we go to the purchased slaves?
"You two don't have to ask what she means, I will arrange your place to go. The person who comes..."
Those strong palace maids came up again.
"Take these two people down and betroth them as they are..." She turned to the two, her tone was gentle, "You two need not be sad. Although the betrothed family cannot be called the prince, it is at least considered a wealthy family.
You will never have to worry about food and drink in your life, and you will have a rich and elegant life... Maybe the days in the palace are not as beautiful as you imagined, go, go..."
The palace maids took the order and immediately took the people down.
It was not until the two disappeared completely that Feng Miaozhi woke up like a dream and screamed: "Why should you drive my people away?"
"Come..."
He is the host of Yaoguang Temple and a middle-aged nun.
She put her hands together, and a slight look of panic appeared on her face.
Queen Feng was still polite: "Master, please send an order. In the future, Yaoguang Temple will not accept any young women from outside. This is a quiet place for Buddhism, not a place where dirt is hidden. If there is any violation of the order,
Severely punish and do not lend money!”
"Poverty Ni is obeying the order."
Everyone retreated.
Feng Miaozhi stood there, wide eyes wide, so angry that she couldn't speak.
"I know that Mrs. Feng is planning for you outside, and the King of Xianyang and Princess Pengcheng are covering you... But Feng Miaozhi, do you think I will give you such a chance?"
The vivid and fragrant beauties were pushed to the emperor's husband one by one, with a wide range of fat and thin swallows, and everything was available.
Test his will or his character?
As for men, sometimes, Fan cannot withstand too many such tests.
I can't let him be tested by other women again and again, right?
Life is better to be simple.
Feng Miaozhi's hands, which were originally holding the Buddhist beads, trembled slightly, and her lips gradually turned white. This woman, who was even more cunning than a jackal, was not here to burn incense and worship Buddha at all, she came to attack suddenly.
It was a war without seeing the smoke of gunpowder.