Yes, she is a humble embroidery slave, and her worth is not comparable to a piece of embroidery. Usually the price of an embroidery piece in the house is enough to buy three or four slaves. Especially if this is a young lady's wedding dress. Then
They are all fine silk threads. Among them are the top-quality ice silk silk transported from the North. It is broken, it is really broken, and this time, she is doomed. Penghao Qingbai has a white face, and she sits in front of the embroidery frame in a daze.
.She knew she was finished. She didn’t know how she would die. Would she be hanged, poisoned, or?
Xuan smiled sadly, knowing that she would not die in any of the above ways. That would be too cheap for her. She might have been tortured to death.
On the contrary, she was no longer afraid. Yes, just die. What is she doing living? Even if she doesn't have this thing, she won't live long. She touched her flat belly, here
There is a curse hidden here. Sooner or later, the master will find out and kill her. Maybe it will be easier to bear with this crime than this one. At least the execution servant will not ask her again who is the father of the child.
Just die like this. If you die like this, it will be over. Just die.
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Damn it!" Aunt Zhang shouted as she walked in.
Madam Zhang was so frightened that she opened her mouth wide and couldn't close it for a long time. Oh my God, Penghao, this is, what is going on. This? How is this possible?
In front of the lush green bamboo forest, there is a large forest of rockery rocks. On the largest rock among them, stands a proud and beautiful colorful phoenix.
牉牎V窳Frame⒒ê# The lake and the rocks are covered with all kinds of birds. The birds are in different shapes, petite and cute. They all have their backs to the rising sun and face the rising phoenix. What a beautiful piece of embroidery. It’s a pity that this
It's all over. Three drops of scary red blood are dripping under the brown rock at the foot of Phoenix. It's over. It's over. Aunt Zhang understands that it's over. This time, the life of this poor girl, Penghao, is gone. No one can save it.
She did.
Aunt Zhang, who manages the slaves, understands better than anyone else how shocking the master’s punishment for slaves who have made mistakes is. It’s so terrible. Oh my god, how could this Penghao girl be so careless? Why didn’t she do anything?
It happened that I ruined the young lady’s wedding dress. This blood-soaked wedding dress was so unlucky. If the master found out about it, God. Aunt Zhang didn’t dare to think about it. She looked at Penghao sitting in front of the embroidery frame. She was pitiful.
Girl, she must have been frightened.
He closed the door of the hut.
Xuan walked up to Penghao, reached out and pulled a piece of white cloth to cover the embroidery on the embroidery stand. She leaned down and stared into Penghao's eyes, "Listen, child. Don't be afraid. Let's find a solution together."
.You must not be afraid or impulsive. You must know that if this happens, not only you, but also all of us will die. You must know that the master cannot let outsiders know about the blood-stained condition of the young lady's wedding dress.
He will definitely kill us. You, the flowers in the room, me, and everyone who has been in this room must die."
She really couldn't imagine how she could be like this. She could die, but she couldn't drag others to die with her. Hanako couldn't die, she was still too young.
The aunt can't die even more. The aunt has taken good care of her since she was a child. She can't repay her with anything, but she can't let her die because of her involvement. God, she can't, by the way, she can't let them
Accompany Hao to die. She deserves to die, but they cannot die. If this is the case, who can she deserve?
Yingying looked at me, let's figure it out together. Penghao looked at Aunt Zhang's eyes, and her heart calmed down for a moment. Yes, everything has happened. She can't be confused anymore. She has to think
ways to remedy it.
Xuanxuan carefully checked the shape and location of the blood stain. She looked at it, and a smile appeared on her eyebrows. Aunt Zhang followed her gaze, looked at it, understood what she meant, and smiled. "
You kid is a ghost."
He opened the silk thread box. Basil picked out a bunch of rose-red silk threads. Then he opened the incense box and rubbed some incense on it. It had a strong fragrance, with a hint of honey sweetness.
Xiang. Aunt Zhang was arranging threads, and Penghao sat on the embroidery frame and was busy for a while. After a while, three bright red roses appeared on the embroidery surface. Under the brown rocks, at the feet of the colorful phoenix, a bright red rose stood in the green grass.
It is in full bloom, one is half-opened shyly, and the other is just a small and exquisite flower bone. A faint sweet fragrance fills the room.