"Dong'er, you go ahead. I'll just help Penghao freshen up. She's ready to be born. I'll send her to Yulongxuan in half an hour."
The visitor left, leaving only the gorgeous clothes and two people looking at each other.
"sister?"
Penghao stood up and looked at the fence. She didn't dare to say the words she was most afraid of. She was trembling.
"I?"
"Benghao, there is nothing we can do. Anyway, our slaves will have this day sooner or later. This distinguished guest is also a clean nobleman, which is better than a rough male slave."
Li Zi forced himself to smile and came over to help Penghao change her clothes.
"Sister, my body, me?"
Penghao was trembling, she couldn't say those words, fear made her mind go blank.
"Your body, you actually? No, no?"
Lizi finally saw the most terrifying news in Penghao's eyes.
"I'm not a virgin."
"When did it happen and who was it? Is it the young master?"
Li Zi rushed over and grabbed Penghao's hand.
"no."
Lizi's face turned gray. A slave girl who had been unfaithful to her master had only one fate, and that was death.
"who is he?"
Li Zi offered her last glimmer of hope. If that man could be found, and if that man was also a person with status, perhaps Penghao could avoid death.
"have no idea."
Penghao shook her head gently. Who was the man who called her Ling'er? She really didn't know.
"Oh my God, what can I do?"
Li Zi circled around the room in a hurry. Half an hour later, when she entered the Yulong Pavilion and saw the distinguished guest in white, Penghao was determined to die.
"Should I go find Nanny Zhang?"
The fence opened the door and ran out.
Penghao stood up, she looked at the back of the fence and ran away, and shed tears quietly.
She knew she was doomed. She could no longer drag Li Zi and Nanny down. No one in this world could save her.
She changed clothes, left the hut, and walked into Yulongxuan. If she was going to die, let her die alone. Anyway, she was also a person who was going to die sooner or later.
"You came?"
There was a low voice, the beaded curtain moved, and a man in white came out. The white clothes on his body carried the coldness of winter.
"Yes, sir."
"come over."
Yan Baiyi looked at the woman who was walking toward him with her head lowered. The fatally familiar body fragrance penetrated deep into his heart again. There was a trace of moisture in his eyes.
"Piaoxue, is this you? Is it really you? Are you here?"
His hand tremblingly reached out to Basil.
His hand held hers.
The same softness, the same smell.
Penghao's heart was beating wildly, and her hand was held tightly by a pair of big hands. She could feel the inner struggle of the man next to her.