These 8,000 female slaves were all selected by the Mi family, ranging in age from ten to thirty years old, and their appearance was above the top class. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Those over the age of 10 to 15 are those who are being trained in all kinds of talented women, with the largest number, with more than 4,000 people, those between the ages of 15 and 18 who are mature but have not yet found buyers, about 2,000 people, and those between the ages of 18 and 30 who are responsible for training talented women, almost 800 people.

All these slave girls, each of them had a sign hanging on his chest, and the number was written on it, from one, two, all the way up to eight thousand.

Feng Yao glanced down, some of the female slaves bowed their heads and were shy, some were smiling, some were silent, and some were looking at the generals on the stage like nymphomaniacs.

"My lord! There's a girl over there who always looks at me and laughs! Xu Chu bowed his head and said something for some reason.

Feng Yao followed Xu Chu's line of sight, and sure enough, a female slave girl standing in the second row was looking at Xu Chu's body, with a smile on her face that she didn't even notice.

The slave girl, numbered 165, was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and her appearance was not pretty, but she looked very pleasant.

"Zhongkang, do you have a crush on that girl?" Feng Yao chuckled softly.

"Huh......?! The subordinates just feel embarrassed to see me! Xu Chu hurriedly denied it, but the expectant expression on his face was clearly seen by Feng Yao.

"Zhongkang, then give her to you as a concubine, you go, bring her back!" Feng Yaodao.

Xu Chu was overjoyed, hurriedly knelt on the ground to thank him, happily stepped off the stage, and in the envious eyes of countless soldiers, he led the No. 165 female slave who was too ashamed to raise her head to the stage.

These 8,000 female slaves, before Feng Yao finished choosing, other generals generally have no right to choose first! Now that Feng Yao can get his personal permission to let Xu Chu be the first to choose a female slave, this glory is enough to make Xu Chu envied by all the soldiers!

"What's your name?" Feng Yao asked the slave girl.

"The slave family has no surname, and the nickname is Jiyue!" Slave girl No. 165 replied.

Feng Yao nodded to Xu Chu and said: "Zhongkang, Ji Yue will be your person in the future, I said that I will reward you with two beauties, and now there is still a place, you can be allowed to choose one more by yourself, you can pick another one!" ”

Xu Chu said: "Lord, it is enough for his subordinates to be happy, but since it is the reward of the lord, the subordinates are willing to choose another one, but not now, but in the end, they will choose with the generals!" ”

The female slave was pleased to see Xu Chu's words, her face was already happy, and her eyes when she looked at Xu Chu became more affectionate.

"Good! Just according to your word! Feng Yao nodded with satisfaction.

Xu Chu is indeed very good, although there are too many small shortcomings to count, greedy for alcohol, greedy for sleep, sometimes mistaken things, and his mouth is not covered, but he has never been proud of his achievements, and his open-minded, loyal, and fearless character is also Feng Yao's favorite!

Now is the time for Feng Yao to choose the female slaves first, but it will be too time-consuming to take a look at the eight thousand female slaves one by one, Feng Yao took a few steps forward, came to the most advanced position in front of the stage, and said loudly: "Benjun has always been unwilling to be strong!" So from now on, everyone does not have to be afraid, they can choose their own master according to their wishes! Of course, including Benjun, if there is someone who is unwilling to become Benjun's slave, Benjun will never embarrass her! ”

The slave girls were immediately surprised when they heard this, their fate has never been their master, only the life of being chosen, and they have no right to choose actively, but Feng Yao said that they can choose the person they like?

The female slaves are no better than the six thousand male slaves in front, the male slaves have already become very obedient after several years of torture, and although these female slaves are also strictly disciplined, but they cannot be as strict as the army.

"Can we really choose as we wish?" A twenty-year-old slave girl's eyes lit up immediately, and she asked a sister of about the same age next to her in disbelief.

"Oh my God! I can't believe it's true! A twelve-year-old young slave girl, holding her face with her hands, said in surprise.

"But didn't you, didn't you see the sister named Jiyue who was always chosen by the guest just now? She turned out to be married to a general! I heard that he is still the most important general under the command of the envoy! ”

"yes, if only I could have that good life!"

"I'm sure I'll be chosen by the lord!" A slave girl with a good face said softly.

“……”

All the female slaves were like exploding pots, with all kinds of expressions and thoughts, although each female slave was talking in a low voice, but the eight thousand gathered together, and it was a buzzing sound in Feng Yao's ears.

With a smile on his face, Feng Yao observed the words and deeds of the female slaves on the field, and from time to time whispered to the scribes to mark the roster.

After a while, the slave girl's voice gradually quieted down, and she focused her attention on Feng Yao's body again, most of her faces were blooming with bright smiles, and only a few were expressionless or silent! However, these expressions were all recorded by Feng Yao one by one.

"I have one more thing to announce!" Feng Yao spoke again.

"All those who do not take the initiative and succeed in choosing their own masters will be rewarded to the soldiers as wives and concubines afterwards!" Feng Yao announced loudly.

"Zhongkang, what you mean below!" Feng Yao retreated.

Xu Chu responded, stood up, and walked to the front of the stage.

"If you are willing to become the slave of my lord Feng Yuanjun, please come out and stand on the right!" Xu Chu said loudly.

Almost all the slave girls went to the right, leaving only eight still standing on the left, unmoved.

Feng Yao was a little speechless, among the eight thousand female slaves, nearly a thousand were several years older than Feng Yao, and even more than ten years old, and they were even willing??

"Did I forget to add one more in advance, that you must not be more than eighteen years old??" Feng Yao shook his head, but now the eight thousand who expressed their willingness did not pay too much attention to Feng Yao, but it was the eight female slaves who expressed their unwillingness that surprised Feng Yao.

"Yang Wu, you go down and ask them, why don't you want to! But keep it soft, lest they think I'm going to do them badly! Feng Yao called Yang Wu, who was standing behind him.

Yang Wu nodded and walked off the stage!

"Phew!" With Yang Wu's expressionless appearance, most of the people secretly took a breath of cold air, held their breath, and showed a worried look for the eight female slaves.

Among the 8,000 female slaves standing on the right, some patted their chests, while others covered their eyes, not daring to look at the possible tragic fate of the next eight female slaves!

"Won't the Lord Guild kill those poor slave girls?" Even some of the soldiers guarding the periphery couldn't help but show such thoughts.

Feng Yao had long been worried that such a thing would happen, so he ordered Xu Yu to announce that he was willing to stand aside, not unwilling to stand up! If you don't want to stand up, I'm afraid no one dares to take the initiative to stand up.

In the minds of the people, taking the initiative to stand up is clearly not to give Feng Yao face, and the consequences can be known almost without thinking, and he will definitely be killed!

"Kill me, please!" One of them, a female slave girl who was only fifteen years old and numbered 991, suddenly raised her head when she saw Yang Wu hanging a sword from her waist, and said with a firm expression. (To be continued.) )