For more than an hour, Penghao stood quietly on the Luoying Pavilion. She slowly turned her eyes to the north.
The sky is clear, and the Yellow River flows slowly under the ancient blowing platform. The white-sailed boat passes by in an instant. Several flat-bottomed boats slowly glide by, as if there is no sound. Everything is still, like a
An ink and wash landscape painting. There was no sound of human beings or the sound of boats moving in the water. It was like there was no time suddenly here. It seemed that this place was like this before, it is like this now, and it will be like this in the future.
She felt the running water under her feet, and she thought that maybe jumping down like this would be the best choice. Walking like this, dying like this in such a scene, could be considered a tragic death. But, she knew
She won't do this. She would rather be taken to the cemetery and beheaded than jump from here. Why? Why bother? It's all death anyway, so what's the point of dying in any way? She
If he died in this river, the master would choose another slave girl to take his place, so why would she bother another sister?
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She stood quietly until a sharp cry disturbed her deep thoughts. She then raised her head.
The cicada's wings are clicked on the scorpion, and the moth eyebrows are lightly brushing the spring mountains; the red lips are decorated with a cherry, and the white teeth are lined with two rows of broken jade. The willows have a slender waist and a posture.
Is the Emperor of the Dragon King intruding on his concubine, Mrs. Merlin? In the past, she was surrounded by pearls and jade, but today she is all tied up by a ruthless white silk. Her hair is slanted and messy, and she has lost all her former dignity.
Xuan was pushed roughly by three male servants and fell to the ancient fluting platform. She opened her mouth and cursed endlessly. The male servants ignored her and just tied her to the pillar of the fluting platform with a white silk with a cold face and walked away.
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He was cursing, his face was filled with pear blossoms, and his eyes were crying like red peaches.
I am timid and shy.
Penghao still sympathizes with Mrs. Merlin. She has been making clothes for the ladies in the mansion for so many years. She has also made many clothes for Mrs. Merlin.
I still remember that when Mrs. Meilin first came to the house the year before last, everyone in the house went to peek at her. She was the one the slaves discussed the most behind their backs, because Mrs. Meilin was not here.
He was also a slave before.
Master Tang Gong doted on Mrs. Meilin very much. He also built a new plum garden for his wife. Mr. Tang had three wives and seven concubines in his family, but Mrs. Meilin was the only one who was born a slave. The other ladies were all from wealthy or noble families.
He looked down upon Mrs. Merlin because of his family background. Before Mrs. Merlin came, the first lady and the second lady were silent. When Mrs. Merlin came, the ladies all gathered together as if they were one person.
Only Mrs. Merlin was lonely. No matter how much she tried to please and behave, they would not fall for her. Behind their backs, they all called Mrs. Merlin a bitch, a despicable person, and a shameless little slut. All the unpleasant words were
Mr. Tang had heard about it a long time ago, but he just turned a blind eye. Although he was very greedy for Mrs. Meilin's beauty, he would not have trouble with the many ladies because of her.
No matter what, she is just a slave. His willingness to give her the title of madam is already a great favor to her. What else does she want? What's the point of being stingy?