Two soft sedans approached silently. In the sedans were two princesses, Jie Ya and Xin Ya. They were informed by the little yellow gate that they were being met by their father, but the road got stranger and stranger, and they immediately understood what they were about to encounter.
Fate, but unable to resist. As soon as they entered the door, more than a dozen maids surrounded them and pulled them into a huge bathroom. They were stripped completely, and the maids used all kinds of high-end incense to incense them.
Remove all the bad luck from them - the bad luck of the female slaves of the defeated country, and then send them to the noble King Luojia to enjoy.
Two pieces of brocade wrapped the two shiny bodies. When they arrived at the house, they were lowered from the ends rolled into tubes - of course to prevent them from carrying anything that could be assassinated.
The two of them were shivering. After a while, they heard the sound of striding and a man walked in.
The woman on the bed was wrapped in brocade, feeling infinitely magnified humiliation and suppressed sorrow, but had no ability to resist, and could only wait helplessly for the fate of humiliation.
Luo Jia sat down under the lamp and seemed not to notice anyone on the bed. He just looked at the house with interest and looked at the exquisite screen inside. It was an exquisite lady from the Han Dynasty, in line with the aesthetic customs of the Han Dynasty, with a delicate and thin figure.
The waist is not full. This is a unique custom in the Central Plains. The Emperor of Yan was arty and won these things, but he still couldn't keep them. From emperor to master, the fate of the ladies has been doomed.
The crying sound on the dragon bed could not be suppressed at all, and it was muffled. He coughed slightly, and the crying stopped immediately. All the men in the country have surrendered. What other way out can a weak woman have besides serving others with her body?
Although the two princesses who attended the bed deliberately flattered them, they could not hide the sorrow and humiliation of the country and their family. Luojia faced the tears in their eyes and lost all interest. He stretched out his long legs and kicked the two of them out of bed.
Lazily, as if it was a gift: "Get out of here, and you will never appear in front of me again."
If they were granted amnesty, they were lucky enough to escape this humiliation, and they didn't care even if they were bruised and bruised.
The surroundings became quiet, and the most luxurious palace of King Dayan in the past was filled with night-light pearls. Luojia suddenly became confused in the plundered luxury, and could no longer sleep. He threw on his clothes and got out of bed, heading towards the flower forest.