The king of Urjin Garap was impatient to hear this, "I have heard that even her appearance has changed from before. ”

"Oh, I don't know who you heard from this, Da Gege's appearance hasn't changed at all, but the rouge powder with makeup in Beijing is better, and the master has gained a lot of weight and his skin is whiter."

"Oh, the king of Dunjun treats her well."

"Fabulous...... Since the birth of a slave, I have never seen a more considerate and attentive person than the king of Dunjun......"

……

Gesang Hua bowed her head and bent out, and was forcibly pulled into another tent.

Inside sat a young aristocratic man and woman.

The female is the third sister of the original owner, Mantagri, which means small round face in Mongolian.

The man is the original owner's sweetheart, Idribuhe, which means solid and strong in Mongolian.

Mantagri is a well-known beauty, and to make the original owner of the Abahai Borzigit clan look at him, Idzhbuhe is naturally tall and handsome, full of the strength and majesty of a young man.

This pair sits together, and the painting style is really harmonious.

"Are you my eldest sister's personal slave?"

"Yes."

"Raise your head, I'll take a look...... Tsk, how did you take it out when you look like this. By the way, Brother Idribukh, didn't you say that something was left to this slave girl? ”

Twenty-year-old Idřibhe is far from an adult, with sharp eyes and a serious expression.

"You're her personal slave girl."

"Yes."

"I have a letter that you brought to her."

Gesang Hua took a step back, raised her head, and said stupidly: "My lord, are you mistaken?"

"Why, you don't want to deliver a letter for me!" Idřibh's words are light, but no one can ignore the hidden threat.

"Not really."

"And what do you mean?" The whip of Mantagri was against Gesang Hua's throat, and she gritted her teeth, if it weren't for the fact that this idiot was still useful, she would really give a good gift to her eldest sister.

Gesang Hua didn't dare to move, her stupid eyes widened and she was helpless: "My lord wants me to deliver a letter, but, but, our master is illiterate!" ”

Mantagri: "......"

Idřibh forcibly suppressed the smile on his lips and said, "Then you can bring me a message." ”

"Slag."

"Two days later, I was waiting for her on the east side of the wild boar forest, and I had something to say to her."

"Slag." Gesang Hua looked respectful, there was no disobedience at all, no trace of struggle.

Man Tagri asked a little uneasy, "You won't say anything after you go back, right?" ”

"Slave don't dare!" Gesang Hua shook her head, looking very timid.

Man Tagzhi said arrogantly with a small round face, "I'll tell you, if your master doesn't come, just tell her that I have several pieces of the sachet she embroidered by herself, and when the time comes, I will say that it is for Idzhbuhe, hehe......"

Gesang Hua said very honestly: "No one believes this, our master, she can't even embroider a single grass." It's all embroidered by Sister Cao'er. ”

The smug smile on the little round face stopped: "Then you can tell you Gege, her belly pocket is in my hand, is she afraid?!" Even if it was embroidered on grass, it was embroidered especially for her. ”

Gesang Hua shook her head gently with an expression of extra pity for the other party's IQ, "Sister Cao'er helped Da Fujin, Ergege, Xiaogege, and many nobles who came for a while have embroidered, everyone knows this, well, now Sister Cao'er is waiting for Ergege." ”