"Good, let Lone see." After bathing, Cui Lan just wore a thin ginger dark pattern coat, and there was obviously nothing inside.

"The slave didn't hurt anything, the slave was just a little sleepy." He Dangli only hopes that this man will leave quickly, and never come back. Only then can she deceive herself, when this is all an absurd nightmare.

How nice it is to wake up from a dream and be gone.

"If you don't want to say it, don't say it, just let Gu see the other wounds on your body."

"The slave is fine, the master has already drugged the slave just now, and the slave is so sleepy now, the slave wants to sleep." There is already an obvious sense of resistance in and out of the words.

"If there is anything uncomfortable, remember to say it with Gu." Cui Lan was a little helpless to put the ointment on the small table on the side, lay down again, and took the person into his arms, and under his hand was a skin as delicate as jade that people couldn't put down.

He Dangli's body couldn't help but stiffen, and his lower lip was bitten so as not to make a gaffe.

"Do you want to stay today?" The tentative inquiry sounded, and it was sour at all, after all, this was a situation that had never been seen before.

She can accept having sex with a man, but she can't accept his vain attempt to infiltrate her life. There is also daytime/lewdness.

"In the last few days, there has been nothing to do, Lone happens to accompany the flower slave, and the flower slave is not welcome to be Lone." One party was not allowed to enter the palace, and the other party had to compromise.

"How can a slave think so, a slave is flattered." The brocade quilt is close to each other's flesh, and it is even more likely to misfire.

The man counts when he talks, and he stayed here for three days in a row, He Dangli has too many traces of red plums on his body to count, his face is pale and weak as if the wind blows, and a pair of legs can't help but shiver like he has old cold legs even if he is lying down.

On the fourth day, the man dragged her all day, from night to day, and then left in the evening.

At this moment, He Dangli had long since lost a piece of good meat all over his body, his pupils were dilated, and he couldn't care about the discomfort of his body, so he came to the main house. A face is like a white/pink wall, the cheeks are thin, and the eyes are black. Only the delicate rhombic flower/lip is red and swollen, with a gorgeous red color.

At this moment, the house where the earth dragon was burned was as warm as spring, and several new beautiful sons were surrounding them. Some people laughed very lively, and she was like an out of place person who suddenly broke in.

"Yo, isn't this a flower slave? Anyway, I have time to come over today. Cui Mei's clear and beautiful voice sounded to the side, and the fingers hidden under the sleeve robe pinched deep into the soft flesh of the palm, and only then did he force down the violent breath in his heart.

"The slave has something to do to come to see the eldest princess." He Dangli didn't pay attention to the other party's yin and yang weirdness, because of the unbearable pain of the mix, his sideburns were already wet/wet, and even his back was rippling with cold sweat. The tip of his tongue was bitten through the skin, he tasted a strong taste of blood, his mind was cloudy, and his headache was so splitting that he seemed to fall to the ground in the next second.

This body has already become a strong bow in the past few days.

"Go down first." The eldest princess An Hui touched Bai Yu's hand before letting people go down.

Besides, she knew that her good brother had just left on the front foot, and it was hard not to think about what had happened in the back foot. But why, is she always a little gloating?

"But what happened?" The tone rose slightly, revealing a bit of curiosity.

"The slave wants to join the army, and the slave implores the eldest princess to fulfill it." didn't foreshadow it so much, and directly said her purpose directly.

The body is weak and weak, a face is pale and colorless, and the ripples of cold sweat have long been washed like water. The lip flap was biting hard, and it was deeply pierced and pierced one by one eye-catching bloody tooth marks.

Even if she knew that there was little hope, she was willing to do whatever it cost her, as long as she could get out of here and leave that man, she was willing to pay whatever it took.

She was afraid, she was really afraid that sooner or later she would be tortured to death in bed by that man, and she was even more afraid that she would wait until the man got tired of it. Without any value in existence, she will be sent to the bed of one man after another by men or the eldest princess, and she will not be able to be freed even from death.

The filthy bodies are worse than the lowliest of the prostitutes in the Goolan Courtyard, and maybe even they will be a little more noble than themselves.

Although it has not happened now, it does not mean that it will be in the future. Maybe tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, there will always be that day coming?

So, how should she deal with herself then? Why not take advantage of the fact that it has not yet happened, prepare in advance, away from the tragedy that will happen in the future, or simply want to grasp a glimmer of it, only possible to escape from the dark sun.

"Is Hua Nu really planning to leave Jinling?" The eldest princess An Hui was a little stunned, as if she had heard something funny.

After all, a domestic dog cannot survive without its owner. Or is it that a dog thinks it has some conditions to negotiate with its owner, and doesn't it feel ridiculously stupid to be a little ridiculous and generous?

No, it should be said that the ambition is growing, and even this person is a little uncontrollably trying to escape from the chessboard. But? As the master, how could she let her go so easily.

You say no, flower slave.

"The slave is sure, and he begs the eldest princess to fulfill it." The root of the tooth is clenched, and the mouth is filled with a strong smell of iron embroidery.

He Dangli was prostrate on the ground with his whole body, but he still couldn't stop trembling lightly, and even the smell of blood could be filled in his throat, his calves couldn't help but tremble, and his palms were scratched into a blur of flesh and blood. The half-closed pupils were full of covering, so thick that it couldn't be dissolved, and there was an endless gloomy aura.

"But this matter is not something that this palace alone can do." After all, she made a deal with people.

"Besides, why do you think that this palace will definitely agree to you. Hongu never knew when Hongu would be such a kind-hearted person. The eldest princess An Hui played with her white and tender fingers, her eyes were half-lifted, and she seemed to be a person kneeling on the ground with a smile.

"Slave ......" He Dangli's words, which had not yet been fully spoken, were quickly interrupted by a female voice that sounded immediately.

"Unless?" The tone is subtle, as if Satan is tempting the ignorant Eve and Adam. But it's more like the devil tempting people to sign unequal contracts with him.

"Unless you can convince Hongu." For promises, she undoubtedly preferred to look at the man with the kind of expression he liked to see. Despair, sadness, anger, and no worries, it must be very interesting to think about.

The matter is not an absolute dead end, indicating that there is still a place to turn around.

He Dangli climbed up with a driftwood given to him, and tears flowed from his eyes. "The slave begged the eldest princess to save the slave, the slave didn't want to die, and the slave didn't want to continue to live such a life of no people and no ghosts. The slave also wants to live like a person instead of a female prostitute with her legs wide open as long as it is a man, and the slave also wants to be a person, no longer a dog, even if it is a dog, it only wants to be the dog of the eldest princess. ”

"The slave doesn't know who to look for, the only one who can think of saving the slave is the eldest princess, the slave is really in pain, and the slave is even more afraid that sooner or later he will die in bed one day. The slave is even more afraid that when the princess gives up not wanting slaves, the slave will be just a waste person with nothing. Ask the princess to save the slave, the slave is really painful and uncomfortable, the slave hopes that he is no longer a waste, but wants to be a person who can protect his master. Tears poured down uncontrollably, and she couldn't tell for a moment whether it was the snowflakes outside that were colder or her own cold.

It was freezing outside, He Dangli had expected it a long time ago, even wore three pairs of woolen pants when he came out today, wrapped in cotton cloth tied to his knees, and the white slate was stained with snow, even if he had been prepared for a long time, he still couldn't help but shiver when he really knelt down.

It's so fucking cold, I don't know how long her body can last. Or could it all be a dream made by her return, in fact, she died a long time ago, in that man's bed.

Under the eaves, Bi Tao, who was full of distress and anxiety on her face, saw that He Dangli couldn't kneel in the snow, turned around and entered the main house, and the earth dragon was burned inside, which was the difference between the sky and the bottom compared to the outside.

"Eldest princess, the flower slave did not leave." Hanging her head slightly, so that people can't see her half of the difference.

"Huh?" The eldest princess An Hui paused when she heard this.

"The flower slave is kneeling outside now, can you ask the slave to invite her in." It's freezing outside, it's still a big night, and Hua Nu's body is not good, so something will definitely happen if he kneels like this all night.

"Heh, since she likes to kneel, then kneel." The eldest princess An Hui was not in the mood to continue drawing at the moment, but he was curious about how long her bitter trick could last, and how much she sneered at that obsession with leaving.

The news of He Dangli kneeling in the main courtyard is like a kite with wings, and the spring breeze blows back to the earth everywhere, even in the middle of the night, I don't know how many courtyard lights are lit.

After Cui Mei returned to the room, she was so angry that she smashed many precious utensils in the room, and her face was hideously distorted to the point of discoloration.

It was dawn, the snow was falling thicker, and the people outside had been kneeling for most of the night.

The people who were waiting in the house had been kicked out, and it was snowing one after another. For the first time, He Dangli felt that snow has weight, which can bend people's necks.

"Come in." When she was about to lose consciousness completely, she noticed that someone had walked up to her, holding an oil-paper umbrella to cover the few snowflakes in the sky.

"Come in with the main palace."

"Whoa."

He Dangli found that even if she came in, she still didn't feel half a minute of warmth in her body, as long as the answer was not loosened for a day, her heart was like falling into an ice cellar.

"Why does the flower slave need to go to such a bitter cold place, not to mention that the flower slave must forget that he is a woman, not a man?" The coquettish female voice stabbed her every word like a stabbing knife, until it was dripping with blood.

"The slave wants to protect the family and defend the country, not to mention that joining the army must be limited to the identity of men and women, and the slave believes that the slave will do better than them."

"The slave begged the master to give the slave a chance to prove it, and the slave wanted to be a useful dog by the master's side, rather than a dog who relied on beauty to ascend to the top." Kneeling and kowtowing, the dull sound was deafening.

"The slave begs the master to give the slave a chance."

No one knows what was said in that dimly lit room on that snowy winter day.

It's just that in the early morning of the second day of Fuzhong, a long frozen corpse was found on the icy lake in the back garden, slender and tall. Only the flesh and blood of that face are blurred, but it can still correspond to which prince in the mansion from what he is wearing.

After going to the northwest, after many years, her heart has never been as relaxed as it is now. He Dangli carried a small package with only two pieces of clothing, wrapped the whole person tightly, and was sitting in the carriage at the moment, heading in an unknown direction.

There will be blue sky and white clouds, and birds and flowers are waiting for her.