It's just that the word "slave" is clearly printed on the collarbone, but fortunately, the dress she is wearing is not very exposed.

But Rao is like this, and the shackles on her body are still not untied.

Shu Nuan met a girl of the same age as her in the embroidery room, named Xue Ying, and Xue Ying told her that she would never be able to take off the shackles in her life, just because her identity was a slave to the country.

Have you ever seen a slave who could swagger down the streets of the Northland?

Xue Ying said.

Shu Nuan dragged the chains and walked down the pebble path of the flower garden, thinking about things casually while walking towards the embroidery room in the backyard.

It's just that somehow the person coldly bumped into a wall, and when he stepped back, he was greeted by a swing edge inlaid with a faint blue ink, and a pair of slender and straight long legs.

Shu Nuan knelt down in some panic, her head slammed on the top of the man's boots, she reached out and wiped his boots, and nervously withdrew her little hand.

"Look up." A low, calm voice sounded overhead, with a bit of familiarity.

Shu Nuan looked up and saw the man.

Stripped of his harsh robe and the cold look on his horse, the man was wearing ordinary clothes at this time, but even though he was only wearing a pale blue and white shirt, he could also make his tall and long figure very noble.

The man was followed by two of his subordinates, and when he saw a slave hit King Sheng, he didn't have a good face for a while.

It's just that before they could teach a lesson, Sheng Qianmo raised his eyebrows slightly, "It's you." ”

The girl who knelt under his horse in the snowstorm and begged for adoption.

Sheng Qianmo didn't quite remember what the girl looked like, only remembered the tear mole under the corner of her eye, and at this time saw her appear in front of her cleanly, still petite and delicate, and wearing shackles on her body, then she remembered that there was such a person.

Won the battle that day, Sheng Qianmo took a sip of liquor on the horse, looked at the little girl begging for herself pitifully, and had a sense of fun in her heart, so she casually teased the girl twice, but she didn't expect that at this time, she was quite sober looking at the petite appearance of the little thing kneeling in front of her, and her heart was still a little soft for a while.

"When you see King Sheng, you still don't pay homage?" One of Sheng Qianmo's subordinates couldn't help but reprimand.

Shu Nuan had no choice but to kowtow and salute, "See King Sheng's ......"

Sheng Qianmo looked down at her, but it was rare to say "um", but he didn't say anything more, and left.

Shu Nuan knelt until the prince was far away before getting up and leaving.

"Lord Wang, my subordinates think that the emperor is angry at this time, and it is really inappropriate for the Seventh Prince to meddle in that matter." Li Ming mentioned.

Li Yuan on the side also echoed.

And Sheng Qianmo didn't speak from beginning to end, until he arrived at the door of the library, Sheng Qianmo remembered something, glanced sideways at Li Yuan and said, "That slave girl, let her wait for me in the dormitory." ”

Li Yuan was stunned for a moment, subconsciously turned his head and glanced behind him, and when he turned his head back, Sheng Qianmo had already entered the Book Pavilion, Li Yuan and Li Ming looked at each other, but Li Ming finally waved his hand to him, "Go ahead." ”

When Shu Nuan walked out of the Huanyi room, he happened to meet someone from the Sheng Palace.

He didn't ask for her name, he just pointed to her, and let people take her away.

Shu Nuan was taken to Tangquan Palace to bathe, and after being washed, he was served by the maid and changed into a thin and almost transparent soft gauze bedclothes.