Yan Ying listened to Ruoruo's exaggerated murmuring in amusement, because she was so attentive that she didn't even notice him approaching. Gospel silently withdrew, leaving the clean room to the two masters.
Seeing how she was scratching the wall and stomping around in circles, Yan Ying stood leaning against the wall with his arms folded, looking at her graceful body with admiration. She didn't look so presentable at all that she was just a thirteen-year-old child.
The nine-clawed golden dragon ring on her ankle occasionally revealed its true form due to violent rotation, but when she stopped, it was covered up by the gauze again.
"Ruoruo, come here." He spread his arms and waited for her to fall into his arms.
When she walked close to her, she realized that she had been waiting for this moment for a long time. His arms seemed to be made for her, and the contours were incredibly suitable.[
She obeyed obediently, walked over and pressed her head against his chest, pleading, "Can I not be the emperor's concubine? It's so troublesome."
"If you are just a concubine, do you think those women will respect you?" Yan Ying asked back, hitting the point of the contradiction.
Of course not.
Wherever there are people, there is a world, and status and even dress have always been the criteria for evaluating people.
It's funny, this law still applies the same way thousands of years ago.
In other words, not only can she not escape being the imperial concubine, but she also has to treat herself like a peacock every day, dressed up in fancy clothes, preferably followed by more than a dozen dog slaves, bullying good people and teasing all kinds of beauties... Bah, yes.
In training, she also has to help her brother Yan Yin teach the little wives the rules.
"I'm afraid that I can't do well." She has no confidence at all in her heart. She is used to being an orphan and relying on herself in everything. Ruoruo has developed a tenacious character that can survive in adversity. This is the first time she can use it to fight with others.
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He held her waist, and the two bodies were close together. Most of Ruoruo's body weight hung on Yan Ying's body, feeling comfortable and comfortable.
"It's okay, just go ahead and do it. I'll take care of everything, Ruoruo, don't be afraid." He will always be her solid support, Ruoruo will understand soon.
"Which of the concubines is your favorite? Give it a try in advance, lest I accidentally hurt you later and you will be unhappy." She pouted at Lao Gao, even though she didn't want to discuss this topic.