Emperor Ping let go of Lin Luo in his arms, exuding a decadent aura all over his body. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Lin Luo held back his tears and knelt on the ground very humbly.

Emperor Ping got up and was about to go out, but he seemed to remember something. Turned around and said.

"Since you are a slave here, then take me to the mourning hall." Emperor Ping wanted to test Lin Luo, and he really couldn't find a way.

Hearing this, Lin Luo's shoulders trembled, and he raised his head at a loss. She had secretly wiped away her tears, and at this moment she was like a little woman who had seen the grace of God for the first time. She looked at Emperor Ping, nodded a little helplessly, and stood up.

"Slave and maid, I'll take you there." Lin Luo whispered, pinching a needle in his hand, Emperor Ping's temper was unpredictable, in case something went wrong. Lin Luo can also prick the acupuncture points taught by Zhang Qingjiu before and get rid of one or two.

"Well, lead the way." Emperor Ping bowed his head, he had been observing Lin Luo's reaction just now, and saw that Lin Luo really looked like he had never seen himself. Just like the little palace maid in the palace, I can't help but feel lost in my heart. But I still want to test it again, because this woman is exactly the same as Lin Luo except for being thin.

"Yes." Lin Luo hid the needle in his hand well and walked forward slowly. Lin Luo didn't know how many habits she could have known to Emperor Ping, so she could only do her best to correct her walking posture. Walk forward with an extremely strange step.

"Are you having leg problems?" Emperor Ping looked at the woman in front of him and almost twisted her feet together, and couldn't help frowning, and said.

"The slave has been sick since childhood, so she has fallen ill. The legs and feet are inconvenient, and I ask the emperor to forgive me. Lin Luo hurriedly pleaded guilty, she was already scary, compared with before, her skin was also yellow and black, and she said that it was the root of her illness since she was a child, and there was no reason not to believe it.

"It's okay, let's keep walking." Emperor Ping glanced at Lin Luo's legs and feet, and saw that those legs were not much better than bamboo poles, and he supported them outside in an extremely strange posture. If he remembered correctly, although Lin Luo's previous body was poor, it was not so serious.

"Yes." Lin Luo breathed a sigh of relief, and finally fooled over. She continued to walk forward in an extremely strange manner, though she was also in pain. But instead of being recognized by Emperor Ping, she chose to continue pretending.

"How old are you?" Emperor Ping suddenly asked. Hearing this, Lin Luo paused slightly, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Slaves and maids are fifty out of twenty this year." Lin Luo reported her age very much, anyway, she looks like she is now, unkempt, yellow, thin and weak. How old can you tell how old?

"I can't see it." Emperor Ping had been looking at Lin Luo all the time, looking at Lin Luo's somewhat sad eyes and a little stumbling. "You look a lot like one of my old friends."

"Really?" Lin Luo stopped, turned to look at Emperor Ping, and said in a low voice. "That's a blessing for slaves."

"No, you're better than her." Emperor Ping sighed, shook his head and said. "The palace was burned, and even the closest maids were beaten to death with sticks. Now that she is missing, I miss her so much. Emperor Ping stared at Lin Luo, as if he wanted to express something. But he didn't say any more, just stared at Lin Luo meaningfully.

"Me." When Lin Luo heard the sentence that his personal maid was killed, it was like thunder. I couldn't even speak clearly, and I couldn't hold back my tears anymore. She was a little dizzy, her center of gravity was unstable, and she actually fell into Emperor Ping's arms. Emperor Ping hugged the person in his arms tightly and let out a slight sigh.

Lin Luo fell asleep again, and in her dream, Su Ying crawled over to her covered in blood. put the unsightly hand on Lin Luo's shoulder, and a pair of bright red eyes were like empty holes, staring at Lin Luo deadly. He shouted to avenge me. Lin Luo couldn't cry in his dream, and Su Ying was only sixteen years old. She still has the grievances of her whole family unresolved, and she passed away like this.

Lin Luo grinned, crying heartbreakingly for the first time. She had never felt the pain of such despair. The harem is far more disgusting than the workplace, and all the so-called human nature is actually just a fig leaf for ugliness. Lin Luo cried scaryly. Emperor Ping stayed aside, just eager to wake up the woman in front of him and slap her well.

Zhang Qingjiu went out to buy wine and came back, and found that Lin Luo, who had been staying in the house well, was gone. He was in a hurry, Jingmo had specially ordered him not to let Lin Luo go out before. Why is this Lin Luo so disobedient. Zhang Qingjiu hurriedly put down the wine and went straight to Jingmo first.

However, on this day, there were many mourning officials, and Jingmo was so busy that he had no time to take care of it. Zhang Qingjiu couldn't even see Jingmo's face, and hurriedly went around. I accidentally entered the inner house. Because Zhang Qingjiu knew how to do light work, no one noticed when he entered the inner house.

Zhang Qingjiu didn't know it, he only knew that he would follow it in that garden first, and it would be best if he could find Lin Luozi. However, Zhang Qingjiu did not see Lin Luo, but saw his sweetheart who he hadn't seen for many days. Branches.

I saw that Zhiyou was dressed in gorgeous clothes, and she was no longer the quiet woman she was back then. Zhiyou is accompanied by a noble lady, who also looks old. The two are extremely affectionate, and Zhiyou is even more attentive. Zhang Qingjiu squatted on the wall and watched, with mixed tastes for a while. Looking at Zhiyou's appearance, it is obvious that she likes this kind of life as a lady in the house. Then it is inconvenient to bother yourself.

Zhang Qingjiu glanced at Zhiyou deeply, and turned away resolutely. At the same time, Zhiyou stretched out his hand to comb the hairpin on his head, and glanced in the direction of Zhang Qingjiu, seeing Zhang Qingjiu's back. I was a little disappointed in my heart, but I still raised my smile very quickly, and patiently chatted with the princess in front of me.

She is bent on marrying Jingmo, but the old woman is dead, and Jingmo will never take the initiative to mention it. Therefore, she must now find a respectable old woman to make decisions for her.

"Good girl, it's a blessing that Jingmo can marry you." The princess of the county came to be a guest, and she didn't know the identity of Zhiyou, so she said kindly.

"The princess misunderstood, the slave maid is just the maid of the son, not the person in the room." Zhiyou lowered her head a little sadly, and the princess of the county took her hand.

"Why is this so, Jingmo, this kid is too ignorant. You are such a good girl, how can I leave you dry. The princess said a little angrily, frowning, like a monkey.

"Childe is tired, so naturally he can't think of going here. Besides, slaves and maidservants have no father or mother, and no one is the master of the slaves and maids. "Zhiyou is a little stalked, but it can be regarded as a real emotional outpouring.

"Silly boy, with my wife here, how can you have no one to rely on. You wait, wait for Jingmo's child to finish the funeral, and let him marry you. ”

(To be continued.) )