Hao Jian said lightly: "Go out." ”

"What?" Xiaolian looked at Hao Jian in surprise, she behaved like this, is he still a man?

Hao Jian said calmly: "Do you need me to repeat it again?" ”

Xiaolian bit her lip and looked at Hao Jian pitifully: "Is Mr. so disgusted with slaves?" Xiaolian has never had a man, and she is by no means a broken flower and a willow. ”

"I know."

Xiaolian continued unrelentingly: "The slave maid was specially sent by the prime minister to reward the general, I don't want any title, I just want to be able to spend the night with a hero like Mr." ”

Hao Jian carefully looked at Xiaolian's cheeks, she was really a delicate woman, and her expression didn't look like she was lying.

But for people who don't have any emotional foundation, Hao Jian can still restrain himself, if he replaces Xiaolian with Li Xiaoxiao, maybe he ......

"You go, if the prime minister blames him, say that I said it." After Hao Jian finished speaking, he took out a gold ingot and threw it on the bed, and then said, "From today on, you are free." ”

Women like Xiaolian are mostly sold to the army by some poor families, and Xiaolian may be a little higher because she is complete, but one more ingot of gold is enough.

Xiaolian looked at Hao Jian in a daze, she only knew that Hao Jian was a hero with great achievements, and even Cao Cao respected him very much, she thought that he would be a reckless man, but she didn't expect that he was a white-faced scholar, and the little mustard in her heart disappeared without a trace.

And at this moment, Hao Jian seemed to exude the brilliance of humanity, and this light lingered in her heart like an imprint.

"Sir!"

Xiaolian knelt on the bed and prayed, "Xiaolian is willing to stay by her husband's side as a slave and a maid, and let her be sent." ”

Hao Jian continued to persuade her, and finally reached a compromise with Xiaolian, that is, to leave her in the tent to rest for the night, but nothing could be done.

Xiaolian said shyly: "Sir, please let the slave maid dress you wide." ”

Hao Jian enjoyed the feeling of being undressed for the first time, and then quickly got into the quilt, which was warm and had a refreshing aroma.

Hao Jian closed her eyes and wanted to fall asleep as soon as possible, but Xiaolian was lying next to her, and her heart was already a mess when she was calm on the surface.

Xiaolian's eyes were innocent and flawless, and she said, "Sir's hands are too cold, let the slave maid warm you up." ”

"Okay..."Hao Jian agreed after a difficult choice.

However, Xiaolian kept her promise very much, and did not do anything beyond the curve except to warm her hands, and Hao Jian gradually calmed down.

Hao Jian said secretly, Li Xiaoxiao, Li Xiaoxiao, for the sake of you, I even refused the wildflowers that were close at hand, and when I went back, you had to compensate me well! ”

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for achieving the title of [Megumi Yanagishita] and rewarding 50 outfit points. ”

What the heck?

Hao Jian discussed with the system: "I don't want to pretend to be worth it, can you remove the title for me?" Is this a title to be a great poser? ”

The system replied: "No, the title function is one of the features of the system, in the future world, the host will encounter a variety of titles, some titles are for life, and some titles are temporarily retained, such as the title of [Yanagishita Megumi Successor], I believe the host should have guessed the way." ”

Hao Jian covered his forehead with a headache, he had already guessed that the most direct way to prove that it was not Liu Xia Hui was to take off the **, it seemed that he could only wait to return to the real world to find Li Xiaoxiao for help.

Xiaolian saw Hao Jian covering her forehead, and asked with concern, "Mr. is unwell?" ”

Hao Jian smiled helplessly: "No, I just thought of an annoyance." ”

Xiaolian said seriously: "If the gentleman doesn't dislike it, you can talk to the slave and the maid, and the slave and the maid will never tell the second person." ”

"Actually, it's nothing, Xiaolian, don't call yourself a slave in the future, I don't like this title very much." Hao Jian didn't like the title and identity of slave maid, it was too humble for a gentle and lovely woman.

"What should I call myself?" Xiaolian asked puzzledly, of course, even if Hao Jian asked her to call her husband, she would shout out without hesitation.

Hao Jiandao: "Just call it Xiaolian, by the way, Xiaolian, what's your surname?" ”

"Slave... Xiaolian's surname is Yu, and her name is Xiaolian. ”

"Yu Xiaolian, good name!" Hao Jian read it again, and immediately felt that this name was very suitable for her, and couldn't help but think of a sentence in Li Bai's "Lushui Song".

The lotus flowers are coquettish, and they are sad to kill the boaters.

The lotus flower that is ready to bloom is like a charming girl who wants to talk and rest, making people's hearts ripple and can't help themselves.

Xiaolian, who was praised for it, smiled very happily, and suddenly whispered humbly: "Is that gentleman willing to listen, Xiaolian's story?" ”

"Let's talk about it." Of course, Hao Jian would not refuse, this small move might hurt Xiaolian's weak girl's heart.

Xiaolian said: "Sir, please listen to Xiaolian slowly......"

She was born in a scholarly family, Xuchang people's family, due to the political turmoil, the family was ruined, and she was sold into the Qinglou without support.

Fortunately, the boss of the Qinglou saw that she was extraordinary and still a virgin, so he cultivated her into an Oiran and waited for the price.

Later, an official knew about Xiaolian's existence, and spent a lot of money to ransom it and dedicated it to Cao Cao, Cao Cao didn't care at first, and compiled it into his team of dancing girls, and later noticed Xiaolian's beauty during a dance, and gave it to Hao Jian until today.

Hao Jian couldn't help but feel that Xiaolian's life experience was really tortuous, although she was not from a poor family, but her family's upheaval life after the death of the family was still pitied.

It really responds to the sentence in the poem that the people are suffering, the people are suffering, and it is the ordinary people who suffer in peacetime, not to mention such a war era when the heroes cut the smoke of gunpowder.

After Xiaolian finished speaking, she wiped the moisture that was inadvertently revealed in the corners of her eyes, and said with a light smile: "Sir, Xiaolian's story has been told." ”

"Xiaolian, can I hug you?" Hao Jian's heart was sour, he swore that he didn't have any impure thoughts at the moment, just wanted to give this poor girl a hug.

Xiaolian said: "Of course, everything about Xiaolian belongs to Mr., and Mr. can do whatever he wants to Xiaolian." ”

Hao Jian turned sideways and gently hugged this poor woman who was tortured by fate, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.

Xiaolian closed her eyes and rested her head on his chest, feeling more relieved and safe than ever.

After thinking about it carefully, Hao Jian whispered in Xiaolian's ear: "Xiaolian, stay, I won't drive you away." ”

Xiaolian's heart shook suddenly, and crystal tears crossed her eyes, wetting Hao Jian's chest.