"These three little sisters, send Lin Caiyi to teach them at night, and send them to Lin Xuanchen in the Chongwang Mansion, so that the girl and the girl are together, and there are also individuals who take care of themselves, and I will come out by myself for the month or something. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Yinchen whispered to Zhao Lingfeng, Zhao Lingfeng nodded knowingly, his eyes were full of excitement and excitement of pit oppression of another prince. Yinchen called the three girls over again and whispered to them: "You can now understand that I saved you, and I have only one intention to save you, that is, to accompany my fiancée, fiancée, understand? It is your future hostess, you are all good girls with quick skills and high understanding, from tomorrow, you will learn the magic skills of this wind source continent, protect the hostess, play with her, and make her happy." That's not very good, is it?"

"But master, we are slaves! Slaves are not allowed to learn divine skills, not any divine skills!" Angel said in trepidation: "The old lady who taught us said that divine skills are the privilege of superior people......!

"You are now superior, I don't keep slaves. Silver Dust interrupted her: "I am not doing this out of kindness and elevating you to the superior class for no reason, what I am advancing is your loyalty and obedience in the future." I don't want your love, I don't want your body, I don't want your happiness, what I want is the most ordinary and precious loyalty and obedience. I will go back and use the strictest contract to determine all this, and I can even give you the right to build a family freely, but you must pay unconditional and absolute loyalty, and as long as I do not sacrifice your family and your body, my orders are all for you, even against a certain dynasty, can you do it?"

"We are willing to swear the harshest of oath......s! We actually ......" The three girls all cried, Angelina trembled, slowly untied the red silk on her arms, and on her petite and weak arms, a shocking burn mark appeared, and Zhao Lingfeng shrank her neck when she saw it.

"From birth, we are destined to be slaves forever, masters. In addition to dancing and acrobatics, the rest of Ye Zhiyong is loyal......" Angelina cried and explained: "Slave marks are all marked when they are born!"

"It's just a burn. Yinchen deliberately showed a look of disdain, so as not to let the little girls cry on the spot because of his concern, which was a shame to be thrown thousands of miles away in the feudal country.

"That's not an ordinary burn, it's burned with fire first, and then coated with the toxin of the scorpion tail needle, so that the wound will never heal, so as not to be saved by some kind person and lose the slave mark......" Zhao Lingfeng said halfway, and quickly shut up under Yinchen's cold gaze. The young True King understood that Silver Dust had made up his mind to treat such an injury, and any persuasion would pale in comparison.

"Gabroyle is not only the inheritance of the Taoists, the inheritance of the Vatrentician, but it also falls on me, magic, not only for conquest and destruction. Yinchen looked down and thought, ignoring the dozen or so young girls who were going to perform next, all of them were twenty-three or fourteen years old, and they were also wrapped in red silk, and their dance was full of temptation, and the one in the center who sang was really born with a good voice.

It was a female slave brought by the envoys of the Elite Kingdom, and they were born with rare red hair, green eyes, plump and slender figures, and were born to attract men. These female slaves were the "fist products" of the elite country who was proficient in the slave trade, and when the song and dance were halfway through, almost everyone on the scene was busy contacting the family, or calling the slaves, and buying such a delicate and lovely person even if the family wealth saved by their ancestors was ruined.

The Jeongjeok Kingdom was obviously more business-friendly than the Silla Congress, and their slave girls were sold separately, giving everyone an equal chance, and then making a lot of money by attracting the bidding sentiment of the rich with that singer with a naturally good voice.

This is a very business-minded strategy, but it is more appropriate for Silver Dust to sell it in a package in Silla, after all, those three girls have the greatest value only when they are gathered in one place.

A frenzied bidding began as scheduled, but Silver Dust had no interest in even looking up. He saved these three little girls, not because he was kind, but because-

The oath he made in front of Zhang Yating's tomb was not just talking.

Zhao Lingfeng was a little puzzled, in his opinion, he was also a slave with a miserable background, but he didn't know why Yinchen chose to "see death and not save him" this time, of course, he himself was indifferent to this kind of business from beginning to end, as the head of a clan, as the youngest true king in history, he first considered the interests of the family and the country at any time, and then personal compassion, this is the code that Yinchen taught him, and it is the most basic consciousness of a superior person.

Therefore, even if he has a trace of sympathy in his heart, he will definitely not waste a copper plate at this gorgeous and vulgar party, these slave girls are all living handicrafts to put it bluntly, just good-looking, and definitely not bring any benefits to the family.

The calm Zhao Lingfeng had no way to blend into this deformed lively atmosphere, so almost the entire party seemed a little dull and boring in his eyes.

When the envoy of the Peerless Kingdom finally got the payment, his expression was a little hurt, and he glanced at Yinchen, the big gold lord, with a little resentment, but he didn't even pay the least attention to Yinchen. He knew that the triplets collected by the Silla Kingdom were not a big commodity, they were really rare to the point that they were more expensive than a half-foot-tall jade god, and if he wanted to emulate the Silla Kingdom, it would be difficult for him to cook without rice. After all, in this backward era, the chance of triplets surviving is very small, due to the serious lack of maternal and infant health care knowledge, pregnancy tests and other means are impossible to talk about, so the probability of triplets is not high, more often in the form of conjoined babies who cannot survive at all.

A hiccup passed, and the atmosphere became dull and lazy again, and after two high-quality performances in succession, whether it was the return gift of the Southern Empire or the performances of other small countries, it seemed a little lackluster. Silver Dust half-squinted, almost to the point of falling asleep, and the three girls stared at their master, but they did not have any skills to serve people, and practicing that thrilling Hu Xuan dance had taken up most of their ten-year-old lives.

"Sir, the master is here. I don't know how much time has passed, Zhao Lingfeng's voice suddenly woke up Yinchen, and the silver magician slowly opened Banmi's eyes, and in Baiyin's pupils, two scalpel-like gazes shot out, and Sen Ran swept over the woman who walked onto the high platform.

"Loulan Guo's performance has already been completed?" asked Yinchen nonchalantly.

"Yes. Zhao Lingfeng didn't describe Lou Languo's performance, because it was unnecessary.

Yinchen didn't think of the desire to ask further. He just missed the inconsequential performance, and the almost lonely battle in front of him was where he was really alert and even alert.

It was a nineteen-year-old girl, blonde hair and blue eyes, noble posture, her appearance was profound and three-dimensional, and there was no loss of timeless and determined taste in her femininity, she had a strong artistic atmosphere flowing on her body, and even her style seemed to be soaked in the rhythm of music. Perfect, noble, fragrant, but the skin that should have been white and flawless, has now turned into a healthy wheat color, and her originally tall and straight figure is set off into a different kind of robustness, but her every movement is soaked in the elegance of thousands of years of condensation, and the word lady is completely engraved in the blood and bones. Perfect physique, perfect elegance, condensed into a perfect, Victorian aristocratic model.

Elizabeth Windsor.

Her service is particularly biased towards the legendary British classic, which is the real Duchy of Orland under the rule of Queen Victoria in this world, of course, Silver Dust does not know, she and the clothes and the real British style There is a subtle and obvious gap, the ornaments on her clothes are complex and exquisite to the extreme, but also show a broad and tough that only belongs to the mainland country, rather than the pure softness and delicacy of the island country. The golden ornament is also mixed with blood-colored patterns that symbolize piety, and the Victorian dress with a white background color shows her almost complete and complete Western aristocratic virtuous and gorgeous beauty.

She came to the stage with a harp, a magic piano like a simplified accordion, with a faint aura of spiritual weapons, every step was aristocratic reserved and elegant, and the perfect etiquette made the dark blue silk scarf that she wore on her shoulders to symbolize the slave owner look particularly dazzling and redundant.

She was like an elf living in seclusion in the depths of the forest, noble, gorgeous, reserved and weak, she moved lightly to the center of the high platform, where a white-haired old man with white gloves and a pink suit respectfully placed a high-backed wooden chair in the Oulan style, she slowly sat down, facing Zhao Yuheng, and even showed a sweet smile at Zhao Yuheng.

Elizabeth Windsor, a noble girl, a master of art, with a beautiful and noble smile, made Zhao Yuheng dazzled, and almost stood up involuntarily. She smiled, her gaze turned to the area where the princes and princes of the Southern Empire gathered, her blue eyes as clear as Swan Lake, with sparkling waves, swept over Zhao Detian, Zhao Lingfeng, and when she swept over the silver dust, her gaze quickly adjusted, and the depths of her azure eyes revealed a disdain to hide.

Silver Dust can understand that kind of contempt, which is the contempt of the high-ranking nobles, the new rising local tyrants and nouveau riche. Elizabeth could not have known the four years of darkness of Silver Dust in Panyang City, and it was impossible to know the poignant feelings and bloody vows between him and Zhang Yating. She regarded Yinchen's arrogant purchase of female slaves just now as the arrogance of the rich, just like Yinchen's current dress, full of silver, a little vulgar, and the silver light all over her body, as if exuding the breath of silver dollars, she would not pay attention to the pious spirit of the mage in Yinchen's heart, she didn't recognize Yinchen, and could only speculate about his character through Yinchen's arrogant and rude performance just now.

On the contrary, Zhao Lingfeng, who is low-key and introverted, and Zhao Yuheng, who really cares about the fate of women but is not rich in his hands, can win her favor even more.

She retracted her smile, closed her mouth, and gently pulled open the accordion-like artifact.

The melodious and holy music sounded, and she unconsciously hooked the corners of her mouth, revealing a noble and charming smile.

It was a satisfied smile, a happy smile, she saw Zhao Yuheng's face slowly become calm and focused, obviously, this son could hear the artistic conception in this music.

Her eyes swept back and forth, and she put away her smile in disappointment, except for Zhao Yuheng, most of the other nobles showed a squinting expression, or a dazed and ignorant look, only by sitting on the other side, those old people who were ready to compete with her could show a focused look like Zhao Yuheng's bosom friend, those people, she would not pay attention to them for the time being.

She even graciously skipped that among the old men, there was another slender girl.

Her gaze turned to Zhao Lingfeng, disappointed to see his bewildered expression, music can transcend language, culture, religion and even race, but it cannot transcend their respective categories at all. Elizabeth is confident that her music will impress everyone here, but there will never be more than ten people who know what she is really playing.

It is an indisputable fact that the song is high and low.

Her eyes radiated with autumn waves, and she looked around, as if a princess was patrolling her own territory. Suddenly, her gaze froze.

She saw Yinchen, the rude nouveau riche like a local tyrant, leaning forward, his face full of horror, and the depths of his pupils were full of shock and ecstasy of meeting in another world.

That was the look that she didn't understand the most and the most understood, it was the eyes that completely understood the artistic conception of the music, and could be her bosom friend, but how could he have such eyes? What qualifications did he have to listen to such elegant palace-level music? Elizabeth couldn't understand it at all, couldn't agree with her own thoughts, she couldn't understand how a person who was so bold and arrogant, who didn't know etiquette, could understand the elegant music of the most extreme, noble, and longest-standing royal family and nobles in the Duchy of Europe.

"Song of Notre Dame", this is the repertoire she plays, without a little bit of ordinary flamboyant mood, without a trace of mediocre children's affection, the music is just a sixteen-year-old girl, for the sake of the imminent fall of her family and country, in front of the golden statue of the Great Lady of mercy, reverently half-kneeling silently armed herself, and then turned around, and surrounded by, hundreds of alien enemies who believed in the cult fought to the death. The last saint, the saint who has been admonished from childhood to love all people and to stay away from the sin of killing, for the sake of her family and country, for the sake of her fathers and fellow villagers, for the sake of the wise king and the loving queen who repented before her, she violated the doctrine of killing in the presence of the Virgin, she took off the robe of the holy woman, took up the sword of original sin, fought against the enemies who blasphemed the faith, and finally died tragically under the sword of the enemy, and was cruelly dismembered, her blood, her soul, and finally disappeared forever in the fire of the sins of the cultists, along with the statue of the Virgin。