Chapter 5: Sleeping, can you? 5

A woman took her hand to the couch and asked her to sit down and ask her: "How old is the girl?"
The number looked warmly at her and said, "Sixteen."
The woman smiled and said: "Return, look like just fifteen years old, still do not know how to serve people?"
A few warm looking at the woman, do not quite understand the woman's meaning, which seems to be somewhat different from what she expected.
However, the words that the woman taught her to listen to were enough to make the number more warm and blushing, and the shame to the neck and ears became red.
The woman was embarrassed to see the little girl. She patted her little hand and said, "If you don't tighten it, you will get used to it. This is a good opportunity to turn over. If the girl can hold it, she will turn over. If it is not good, I am afraid. This life can only be a slave."
It was night, and the number of warmth was carried into the palace of the king.
She didn't even wear her shoes. She sat very attentively at the table and looked around at the big hall, but she always felt very cold. Maybe the bedclothes on her body were too thin.
I don’t know how long I have waited for the number of warmth, waiting to wait and I can’t help but fall asleep on the cold and cold case.
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After Shibuya learned that the four emperors had returned from the palace, they heard from Li Yuan that the four emperors had handled the government affairs in the Shuge, and they took a crystal flower cake made by themselves and went to the bookstore.
"Into." Qian Qianmo is still looking down at the letters handed over from the northern Xinjiang side. He heard a knock on the door and did not lift a faint word.
Shibuya gently pushed the door open, saw that the four emperors were busy, did not dare to disturb him, went to the table and carefully put the food box, Qian Qianmo finally looked up and gave her a look, "how come over ?"
"Small valley made some snacks." Shibuya looked at him, and wanted to say something, but he didn't dare to take out the food box.
Qian Qianmo did not look at the snacks she handed in. She just whispered a whisper and asked her when she flipped through the letters. "Is there anything else?"
Shibuya hesitated for a while and couldn’t help but speak. "Four Uncle, on the wishing day, can you take Xiaogu out to play? Xiaogu has not gone out for a long time."
It’s a moment of silence, nodding,
Yes.

Wen Yan, Shibuya slightly brightened, smiled happily and said: "Thank you four uncle!"
"Go back to rest early."
Shibuya smiled and nodded, and that was gone.
After reading the last letter, Qian Qianmo finally left the bookstore and returned to the palace.
Just, just entered the temple, and thousands of inks will be a step.
He saw the girl who had panicked and stunned him in the daytime. At this time, she wore a looming soft gauze skirt and fell asleep at the table. Her black hair was loosely tied behind her with a blue ribbon. Buried in your slender arm.
晟 Thousands of inks stand there and look at the people from their feet.
The girl didn't even wear the shoes, and the two little feet were still wearing shackles. They were so slickly placed together, the little white toes, the crystal-clear pink nails, and the seemingly still licking the dry water. Beads.
The smoky gauze skirts her body to the perfect perfection, but the white collarbone is clearly engraved with a "slave".
Further up, it is a small face with a quiet sleep, a thin curved eyebrow, a small fan-like eyelash that hangs slightly, the eyelashes half cover her tears, the nose is curled up, gently squatting The rosy little mouth.