"It's not that I said Hua Nu, Hua Nu said that you yourself were born with such a beautiful face, as long as you want to wait for two years for your color to grow a little. I'm worried about not getting the princess's favor, but your character really needs to be changed, after all, no one likes such a dull temperament, if you figure it out at any time, you can come to find a son at any time, as long as it's a flower slave, no matter when the son is free. The man was still talking to himself, but the movements in his hands began to be a little dishonest.

The two of them were very close to each other, so close that the air around them was filled with the smell of the man's body, even a little pungent. The footsteps subconsciously took a few steps back, and quickly withdrew his hand from the man's palm. There was a thick color of fear and dislike written on his face, a face was pale, and his lower lip bit slightly as if he was enduring something greatly.

She didn't like the man, and she didn't like the way he looked at her. It was full of a strong fishy smell and dirty smell, which was no different from the men in the building who had big bellies, fat pig ears, and full of copper stench, which would only make her sick to the extreme for no reason.

"The flower slave is afraid of me." Cui Mei is not stupid, on the contrary, she is very smart, otherwise she would have survived for many years in this eldest princess's mansion that eats people and does not spit out bones, and even has been favored.

"No, it's just that the clothes on the slave's body are wet, and if you stay outside for a long time, the slave is afraid that the wind and cold will be passed on to the princess." is still in a dangerous place where no one takes care of her even if she is sick, and all that awaits her is a group of jackals, tigers and leopards that are extremely vicious and eager to devour her.

"Also, my son forgot that the clothes on the flower slave are still wet, and it just so happens that I have something to look for the flower slave, so I don't want to be together." Cui Mei finally caught someone alone, and how could she let her go easily.

It's like meat to the mouth, who would give it up.

"I'm afraid that's not right." Anyone with a discerning eye can see what he thinks, but he almost didn't write Sima Zhao's heart on his face, which passers-by know.

"If the slave has something to do later, he won't bother the son anymore." When the words fell, the whole person was like a rabbit with a tail and running fast.

Cui Mei knows that if she is catching up at this moment, it seems that she has some ulterior motives.

What's more, it is still in a princess's mansion that is walking on thin ice, as long as you make a mistake accidentally, you will be buried in the belly of the sea.

Fortunately, there is still a long time, and he has a lot of time, and sooner or later he will be able to coax him. The little flower branch was willing to fall into his hands, and he also saved himself from being a ruthless person who destroyed flowers with hot hands.

After He Dang left the small courtyard where he lived, he changed into clean clothes, and he was afraid that he would kneel in the snow for so long, worried that he would really catch the disease of wind and cold, so he went to boil a big pot of brown sugar ginger soup for himself, so as to drive away the cold.

She doesn't remember much after that, but she felt that her eyelids were very sleepy, as if she was fighting up and down uncontrollably. The whole person shrank back into the bed, wrapped himself tightly in a thick quilt, without revealing a single gap, and then fell into a deep sleep.

But this dream doesn't seem to be steady, it's like returning to the night when she was drunk in Chu Xiang Pavilion.

The extreme blend of ice and heat makes the whole body feel like the pain after being crushed. After a man pressed against her, low, irrepressible laughter mixed with rough gasps.

It seems to be charming, like a hook, disturbing her all night.

But the eyelids are very heavy, no matter how hard you try, you can't open your eyes, and they seem to weigh a thousand pounds. Even his hands are soft and can't exert any strength, and the whole person is like a fish on a chopping board to be slaughtered.

Knowing the sea, the soul, and the body, it seems that they are three different individuals separated by themselves, and she seems to be separated from the three. In the dream, I vaguely realized that I seemed to be being fiddled into many embarrassing poses, and even a piece of pancake fruit was baked around.

There are also people who keep taking her to plant strawberries and sweet potatoes, strawberries are big and small, and the colors are all red and bright with obscene colors. The sweet potato was huge, and she reached out and gestured twice, as if it needed both of them to hold it.

She didn't know how long the torture had been, but she felt uncomfortable, her throat hurt like it was about to burst into flames, and her body was sticky. It's like she has just sweated profusely, not to mention the kind of body that has been dismantled and reassembled, and the pain is so painful that she wants to die for a while.

With a hot temperature in her throat, and even a burning pain in her breath, she knew that she was really hot this time.

I was so annoyed that I knelt in the snow for too long and delayed changing my clothes for a long time.

In a daze, I felt that someone carefully and gently fed her medicine and wiped her body clean. Even her forehead was covered with a cold veil to ward off the heat, and even carefully twisted the corners of the quilt for her, and from time to time reached out to see if the temperature of her forehead could fade a little.

Even when she was asleep, she could feel the man's meticulous and gentle care, which made her wonder if the person who took care of her would be the son who had come back from the dead. Because from childhood to adulthood, only Childe would treat her so well, and no one else.

But even if she tried to open her eyes with all she wanted, all she got was useless.

It was already three days after He Dang's fever subsided, and she seemed to be in a daze during those three days. But the gentle appearance of that man seems to be still vivid.

When she was taking a shower, she had dense spots and red marks on her body that had not yet disappeared, and she would be stupid if she didn't understand what was happening.

I don't know what to think of, since my body shivered uncontrollably, and the upper and lower tooth sockets grinded and gurgle, it was even more endless panic.

After that, the rest of the days seemed to be as peaceful as before, but the difference was that. The eldest princess Anhui specially invited her master to come and teach her piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, female red and other things, but she didn't know anything, and she was more fond of dancing knives and sticks.

"Hua Nu doesn't like those masters." Now that spring has opened, the snow has melted, the spring is warm, and everything is recovering. The green all came out with small pointed heads, the wicker pulled out new branches, and even the swallows began to fly back to their busy rates.

The woman in the plum garden wore a vermilion camellia floral embroidered horse-faced skirt today, and a plain brocade moon white cloak with silver filigree trim on the outside. The peony hair sideburns obliquely carry a complete set of ruby heads, which are more delicate and colorful than flowers.

It seems that women only have a soft spot for red, especially the bright red of positive blood.

Under a red plum tree, there are two people, one big and one young, standing one in front of the other. A biting cold wind blew in the face, blowing off a few red petals, and lining them into mud and dust, only fragrant.

"The slave just doesn't like those things that are taught, not to mention that the slave is stupid and doesn't want to make the princess angry." Not only do you not like it, but it should also belong to the elm head that can not be carved in rotten wood, her fingers are still full of dense pinholes, even when eating and washing her face, as long as she accidentally touches it, it is like a pain in her heart, and she can't help but recall the nightmare that she endured it at the beginning and still recalls it is still a midnight dream.

What's more, she has a fear of the soul for those thin and long embroidery needles.

Not to mention holding them embroidery, just holding them in her hands and not throwing them away has exhausted all the strength of her body.

"Oh, really?" Fold a plum lightly with your hands and put it on the tip of your nose to smell the fragrance.

Since ancient times, beauty and flowers have been extremely compatible, only sometimes. Beauty flush, I don't know if it's the charm of flowers, or the charm of beauty.

"So what did Hua Nu have ever wanted to learn?" A hook that seemed to carry endless temptation was thrown down, tempting people to drill inside.

It's like Satan from hell sprinkled your path with all kinds of temptations of wealth, power, and status. All the gifts of fate have already been secretly marked with a price

The surrounding air seemed to be a little still for a moment with her words, but the plum blossoms were still fragrant. Sometimes it is elegant and fragrant, and sometimes it is so strong that people are immersed in it.

"The slave wants to practice martial arts." Loud and clear, with a look of firmness that cannot be denied. The dark pupils were full of pleading and tenacity.

"Oh, really?" He sighed slightly, as if he had heard some funny joke.

"Yes, the slave wants to learn martial arts, and he begs the eldest princess to fulfill it." His knees bent over the ground and knocked his head with a bang. He Dangli has been wallowing in the mud of rotting corpses since he was a child, not to mention self-esteem, dignity, the difference between men and women, etc., I am afraid that he has never even known what it is.

Just like some people have stood on the pyramids of Rome since they were born, and some people can't even take half a step in the same place even if they try their best, but they are tortured by life beyond recognition.

The immature shoulders and backs are always like a small poplar standing up, but there are too many kneeling, but the knees that are used to kneeling do not know whether they can stand up.

"Since the flower slave wants to learn, what is the principle?"

"Because the slave doesn't want to be a waste that can be slaughtered and helpless. The slave also wants to be a person who stands up to the sky, even if he can't succeed, the slave also hopes that when he encounters danger in the future, he can have the ability to protect himself at the front, instead of waiting for others to save him like a complete waste. "It's like when she was a child, because she was young and vulnerable, she didn't know how many difficulties and tortures she suffered.

Even now, she couldn't help but fantasize that if she could have the power to protect herself, then everything would be a little different.

For example, at least it is no longer a dirty bed bug that everyone can bully, a thing that can be given to others at will.

"Hua Nu has ambitions." The woman was just laughing, but the smile was bottomless, sometimes when she looked at her.

He Dangli always seemed to be able to look at other people through her compassionate gaze from her compassionate gaze.

But with a cold sneer from the woman, it seemed that she was immediately driven into the abyss, and she knew that she was a little too greedy. But there are some things that will not end up in a good place even if you don't fight or grab, why not take advantage of the other party's patience and kindness to her, and fight to grab it, maybe you can get unexpected gains, maybe it will never be recovered.

But if she doesn't fight or grab, she may still have the same ending as before, and she doesn't want to endure such a devastating difficulty.

The slave also hoped that the princess could fulfill the humble and extravagant hopes of the slave, and the slave had already become a dog at the feet of the eldest princess since she was brought back to the mansion by the eldest princess. Even if it is a dog, it is also a dog in the eldest princess's mansion, and no one can be bullied and humiliated, and the slave hopes that one day he can truly protect the eldest princess. "He Dangli is half of his body prostrate on the ground, a weak image that can be bullied. It's more like a slave who surrenders all her body and mind, as she said, a dog.

Her lips were pursed into a straight line, her chest was cold, and her fingertips trembled slightly, revealing her endless fear. The slightly drooping head couldn't stop panicking, because she never knew what the woman in front of her would be in the next second.