At this moment, there was a clang, and the music behind the curtain suddenly stopped. Everything fell into silence.
"If you want to die, bring her here."
Tangqiu's face was flushed, and she felt embarrassed. She actually gave up on this ugly slave halfway.
"Master Tang, please spare Penghao? She didn't mean it either."
Li Zi took a step forward and knelt in the hall.
The curtain behind was opened, and it was indeed Penghao who stepped out, but her face was covered with a veil.
Penghao stood in the hall, feeling cold in her heart.
There are only two people in this house who can play such a shameful piece of music, one is the young lady Tang Jiang, and the other is Penghao who was once the young lady's personal maid.
Not playing is death, playing is also death.
Penghao stood weakly. She didn't hear what Master Tang said, nor did she hear what Lizi called. She just heard a voice in her heart, "Nanny Yalin, I'm sorry for you, I have to leave." .”
"Pull it down, and you will be beaten to death with a stick. Pull it down, and you will die as a slave."
Tangqiu shouted loudly.
Two male slaves came over and grabbed Penghao's shoulders.
"slow!"
Tangqiu turned around in confusion, and the person standing next to him was Yan Baiyi.
"Let her go."
"put?"
After Tangqiu's eyes came into contact with Yan Baiyi's cold gaze, he suddenly stopped talking. This thing is very strange. Yan Baiyi, who never talks much to others, cold-blooded Yan Baiyi, and arrogant Yan Baiyi, actually spoke out Pleading for a slave girl, and such an ugly slave girl at that?
Tang Qiu smiled. This Yan Baiyi must not know how ugly this ugly slave is.
"Take off her veil!"
After Tang Qiu gave the order, he stood aside and looked at Yan Baiyi's face with a smile. He really wanted to know, after seeing the ugly face behind the veil, this expressionless face that he had known for twenty years. What kind of expression will it look like?
Tangqiu was disappointed.
Yan Baiyi's face was still expressionless, as if the face behind the veil was supposed to be like this.
"I'm tired, so I won't accompany you."
Yan Baiyi left, and no one saw how he left.
He left, leaving only Tangqiu with his mouth wide open.
"Everyone, go down."
He waved his hand, looking bored.
Before Penghao woke up from the shock, she was pulled out of the hall by the fence.
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It was late at night, and everything in the forest was quiet. Penghao walked in the forest alone in a panic...
Flustered and regretful. However, she had to come. It was another full moon night.
When her wet nurse, Nurse Yalin, left, she only left this prescription for her. At the age of thirteen, she followed the prescription, mixed the potion, and applied it all over her body.
This potion is really magical. After applying it, the skin will turn black immediately, and red beans will grow after a while.
Penghao relied on this to avoid the scornful fate of female slaves in recent years.
In order to permanently eliminate the man's thoughts about her, she also deliberately created a farce of burns, using potion to make a scar on her face, and went to the embroidery slave room as she wished.
The only trouble with this medicine is that it must be washed and replaced once a month. If you don’t wash it, your skin will fester. If you don’t change it, your skin will show its original appearance.]
For this purpose, she searched many places.
It wasn't until she met the eldest brother and sister in this mountain that she found this hot spring hidden in the shade of a big tree and deep in the valley under the guidance of the eldest son.