King Mi Yinqi looked at these slaves quietly with a cold and handsome face. He was thinking in his heart, looking at this group of people, their clothes were ragged and their expressions were so miserable. How could he be so stupid in the past? He really thought that
His Linger is also a female slave.
Can a female slave really have such fair skin and a pair of slender and dexterous hands?
His eyes passed through the crowd and landed on the small and elegant embroidered pavilion in the west courtyard, where his most beloved person, Miss Tang's family, lived. The corner of his mouth pursed, but his expression did not change much.
Unable to tell, there was a smile in the corners of his eyes.
"Stop talking." Penghao warned Hanako in a low voice, "If you don't want to live anymore, lower your head quickly." This little girl who doesn't know whether to live or die. Does she really not know? As slaves, they are not qualified to look up at the king.
.If someone discovers this, he will be beheaded.
Everyone, please get up. Your Majesty is happy today and rejoices with everyone." Zijing said loudly. Everyone shouted "Your Majesty" and stood up. No one dared to raise their head to look at your Majesty. They all listened quietly to the representative of the master.
The king's instructions.
King Yinqi looked at these slaves quietly with a cold and handsome face. He was thinking in his heart, look at this group of people, their clothes are ragged, their expressions are so miserable, how could he be so stupid in the past, really
He thought that his Ling'er was also a female slave. Can a female slave really have such fair skin and a pair of slender and dexterous hands? His eyes passed through the crowd and landed on the small and elegant embroidered pavilion in the west courtyard, which was his most beloved place.
The person is where Miss Tang's family lives. The corner of his mouth pursed, but his expression didn't change much. You really couldn't tell it unless you looked carefully. There was a smile in the corner of his eye.
Xuan's eyes drifted back and fell on the crowd. He saw that among the crowd, there was a row of people who were very different. He didn't know what was different. After thinking about it, he realized that it was their clothes.
They were not dressed in rags like ordinary slaves. They were dressed a bit like civilians. Especially the embroidery on the clothes was very elegant. The skin exposed under the lowered black hair was actually so white. He was confused for a moment.
Later, when he thought about it, he realized that they were embroidery slaves. He had also heard in the palace that there were embroidery slaves in the houses of nobles, some with hundreds of them, and they were no worse than those in the palace. Every year, the tributes they offered
There were embroideries in them, some of which were more beautiful than those in the palace. His mother liked these folk embroideries very much. This was the embroidery slave. He took another look at these lowered heads.
Huang Huangbu's heart skipped a beat for no reason. He cast his sights on the row of embroidery slaves again. A slender figure fell into his sight. That was the seventh person standing in the queue of embroidery slaves.
The embroidered slave. She was a slender person. Her hair was so thick and black that it was hidden in a coarse cloth turban. Inqi took another look. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. Why was he looking at the embroidered slave? She,
For some reason, she gave him a very familiar feeling. She just caught his attention.
He was really stupid to play tricks on him. Today, he found Ling'er, and he was a little dizzy with joy.
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Xuan looked at her again. To be honest, she did attract his attention. He didn't know why. He just couldn't stop looking at her. With such thick black hair and such a slender figure, why did she?
Did it give him a different feeling?
Is the little girl holding her hand tightly? Is it because her drooped neck is different from other embroidered slaves? It is black, as black as her hair, right? As black as her hair.
The skin is really different from the embroidery slave who spends all day embroidering in the house and can’t leave the house.
The man's gaze was staring at her. Who was it? There was a domineering gaze, a toughness that no one could escape from. Who was he? Who was like this? She felt that gaze.
It comes from the hall directly in front. Who is that?
He finally finished his long and annoying speech. He turned around and said humbly to the king: "Your Majesty, please come back."
"Okay." King Wei Yinqi smiled, he was really happy today.
The sound of the waves reached Penghao's ears like a burst of thunder. Oh my God, can't it? Is it him? Yin Qi? Really? Penghao raised his head sharply and faced King Qi who was about to turn around.
Ah? It's him, it's him, it's really him, her lover, the person she cares about day and night. He actually is?