Chapter 2: Sleeping, can you? 2

晟 Thousands of inks and horses, calmly overlooking the girl under the feet, issued a low voice, "Do you want to be the slave of the king?"
The number of warmth smashed, tears can not be lost, it seems that I did not think how to reply.
However, Qian Qianmo did not have the patience to wait for her. When she saw that she was leaving, she was still warm and did not know how to stop her life. She shivered with the sound of water vapor: "The number is warm, willing!"
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"I, I can..."
In the raging north wind, the bite clearly gives a gentle voice: "Sleeping you, can you?"
The number of warm lips shook, "Yes, can..."
There was a smile in the eyes of the man, no more to say.
Then, the number of warmth was brought to a carriage.
She didn't know if she was free now or just took off her wolf and went into the tiger's hole...
The number of warmth was slumbering in the carriage for a day and a night, dripping did not enter, and no one gave her food. She was a slave, and did not dare to mention anything, so she quickly fainted and fainted.
When I woke up, the man was already lying on a warm bed, and his body was replaced with a clean, watery cyan skirt, but his hands and feet were still plagued by long, heavy shackles.
Like to use this to alert herself, she is now a slave.
The North, the Qing, and the Southern Dynasties fought on the battlefield all the year round. This time, the Northland destroyed the Qing Dynasty and annexed it. Overnight, the Qing people fell into this land, although the warmth was only a king of the Qing Dynasty. The daughter of the purple cicada, the number of times she has seen the king, is one of the few, but it is a royal family, and will be returned to the northern capital together with all the emperors and nobles.
However, now she seems to have been taken away by a prince of the North, but it is not clear who the man is.
The number of warmth dragged the chain of the feet and got out of bed. Just about to go out, I heard the door open, and the number of warmth stopped, standing still.
When I came in, I was a prostitute. When she saw her waking up, she did not have any good intentions to put the meal on the table. "Hurry and eat."
The number was warm and the mouth was open, and the scorpion was a little dumb. "Where is that...Wang?"
The prostitute looked at her and sneered: "Little girl, there are many people who want to climb the king's bed. How can you not get a slave to your country?"
A few warm eyes glance at her, did not speak, sit down and fill the stomach.
After eating, the prostitute led her to the backyard. The prostitute told her that this is the Lama Temple. Later, like the servants in the backyard, she would have to finish her work every day to rest.
The number was warm and the head was low, and it was not long before she was led into the embroidered room. The prostitute turned her head sharply and looked at her: "Is it embroidery?"
A few warm look at the big embroidered room and the busy figure inside, and nodded: "It will be a little."
The prostitute’s eyes only slightly eased, leading her to the corner of the corner, pointing to the satin on the side.
Today, I’m done with these, I don’t know how to ask the embroidered sisters.

Nodded warmly.
The embroidered room was busy, and no one had time to take care of her a little girl, but also to see her, but once she saw her still licking her, she probably guessed her identity, and she even sneered.