"One? Do you agree? "Shaima is considering the possibility of being a concubine.

"If Brother An is willing, ten or eight will definitely be no problem, now, it is estimated that Brother An can only look at one, even if I let Brother An marry more concubines, he may not be able to look at the others, I have no objection to this, it is normal for men to have groups of wives and concubines." Wen Xiaomiao didn't know what Lu Dao Shayima was thinking, "You want to be Jiang Tianlei's concubine?" ”

"Do you think it's possible?" Sha Yima blinked at Wen Xiaomiao with big sparkling eyes, this girl didn't know what she was embarrassed about.

"I'm not Jiang Tianlei, I don't know if he wants to, and in the end, the status of the concubine is not as good as that of his wife, will your father and your third brother agree?" Wen Xiaomiao told the truth, and it was really the same.

"That's why I'm worried, if I do this, my father will be very faceless, he can't raise his head, and his reputation will be affected." Shaima is also distressed now, she has thought a lot, but none of them will work.

"Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, Sister Shuang'er is happy with each other but can't be together, you are full of enthusiasm but hopeless, Brother An doesn't know if Lu Dao can come back alive, Shayima, try to make yourself happier." The more Wen Xiaomiao spoke, the more sad she became.

"What do you do with Lian Shuang's own affairs, your brother An will definitely return safely." Shayima shook off her long black braid and patted Wen Xiaomiao's shoulder.

"I went back first, came out early in the morning, hadn't eaten much, and was hungry. Shaima mounted his horse and said, "You are right, no matter what, make yourself as happy as possible, I must first fill my stomach." ＂

Wen Xiaomiao watched Shaima gallop away, and she also walked back.

returned to Lian Mansion, Wen Xiaomiao went to find Lian Shuang again.

Wen Xiaomiao knocked on the door, and a double voice came from the house, "Come in." ＂

Wen Xiaomiao pushed the door and went in, and saw Lian Shuang sitting in front of the window, his hand blocking his chin, the window was ajar, looking out of the window without looking back.

"Sister Shuang'er, I saw Shayima just now, I heard about it, we don't believe you will leak secrets, you must have been framed, I heard that the prince has looked for you, why don't you explain it well? Wen Xiaomiao resolutely stood on Lian Shuang's side.

"No, those who are clear will clean themselves. Lian Shuang said lightly.

"Is your sweetheart really a Huns? Wen Xiaomiao asked cautiously.

Lian turned his head on both sides, the broken hair in his ears fluttered gently with the wind blowing in from the window, swept over the tip of his nose and lips, and his bright eyes were clear, looking at Wen Xiaomiao, and said, "No, he is just a foreigner who has wandered to the Huns from thousands of miles away." After saying that, he continued to look out the window.

Wen Xiaomiao couldn't help but look out the window, there was a small river in the distance outside the window, the river was meandering and sparkling, a few big trees on the bank of the river had already become bare, and the yellow leaves had fallen to the ground, whirling with the wind from time to time, Wen Xiaomiao really couldn't see anything special, not even a personal shadow, no matter how you looked at it, she felt full of desolation.

Wen Xiaomiao retracted her eyes, even Shuang was so calm, she didn't know what to say, maybe the matter was not as serious as she imagined.

Wen Xiaomiao returned to the yard and wanted to dry the washed clothes, but when the clothes had been set up, Wen Xiaomiao touched them, obviously they had been drying for a while, and she didn't notice them in a hurry just now.