Princess, she is so fragrant

Wei Zhao refused to call out the slave's name.

The slave let out an oh, and seemed to have neither expectation nor disappointment.

What a strange slave.

Wei Zhao thought.

If it wasn't for this accident, she would never have known that her slave would be so strange, and she didn't bother to know her.Faileen...a weird alien name.In Dazhou, no one would call a slave by his name. Did she remember it for so long by herself?

Wei Zhao closed her eyes, she heard the crackling of flames, and the faint sounds of wild wolves wandering around outside.Occasionally, there are wolves howling from not far away.Wei Zhao shrank his body hard, as if he could feel a little sense of security by doing so.

"Sleep. Don't worry."

The slave's voice came, calm and indifferent.Wei Zhao heard a reassuring sense of certainty from it, she inexplicably relaxed and fell asleep.

When he woke up the next day, the fire was still burning and there was no extra smell of blood. Wei Zhao was in good health with all four limbs intact.

As the slave said, she was alive and well.Wei Zhao put the coat aside, and she saw her slave with legs crossed, hands folded, half of his body leaning against the rock wall, his head nodding, sleeping deeply.The flame lazily stretched out its body, the flame was not big, but it still maintained a deterrent force, the outside was quiet and green, and the sound of a small river flowing could be heard from a distance, it was peaceful and serene.

Wei Zhao walked towards the slave.

The slave has profound facial features that are different from those of the Central Plains people, and his appearance can be regarded as beautiful and exquisite, otherwise he would not have been presented to the emperor for selection.These days, whether one is an official or a slave, facial features are very important.Wei Zhao remembered that there was a talented man in the previous dynasty, who was rich in education, but because of his ugly looks, he was thrown to Haizhou as a judge for the rest of his life after passing the palace examination.

But slaves are obviously not such unlucky people.

Her hair is a little messy, tied in a high ponytail, not coiled up like the Central Plains people.Previously...

Wei Zhao frowned and thought for a while, but couldn't remember the slave's hairstyle. She never paid attention to her, even though she was always by his side.

There was a rumbling sound from her stomach, Wei Zhao frowned, rubbed her stomach, and was about to wake her up.Before her hands touched the slave's clothes, she suddenly opened her eyes.

Moisture and light flashed across those emerald green eyes, like a pair of fine, crystal clear opals.The slave's eyebrows were raised, his eyes were sharp, and his eyes were sharp, fixed on Wei Zhao. The previous beauty suddenly became heroic and vigorous, as if the puppet suddenly had a soul.

Wei Zhao was stunned for a moment, then she withdrew her hand all of a sudden: "It's morning, I'm hungry."

The slave let out a oh, she turned her head to look outside the hole, nodded: "Okay, then I'll get you some water..."

"I want to go with you." Wei Zhao hugged his chest and said, "Pack up your things, we'll go together."

The slave paused for a moment, then glanced at Wei Zhao, and then at the small animals that occasionally ran outside the hole, a little smile appeared in her eyes: "Are you afraid? It's daytime, and wolves rarely come out early in the morning... ..."

"Who said I was afraid." Wei Zhao interrupted the slave impatiently, her face tightened, "No one taught you before, now I will teach you. Don't inquire about the master's preferences and intentions at will, you just need to obey the order Can."

The slave let out a groan, and in Wei Zhao's gaze looking at him, he added: "I see, master."

"You should call yourself a slave." Wei Zhao muttered.

The slave let out another oh, and the two tidied up casually before stepping out of the cave together.After getting out of the hole, Wei Zhao felt that the air became fresh, and she rubbed her nose.The slave tied the previously peeled rabbit skin to his belt and strode forward.

Wei Zhao looked back at the cave they had brought all night, feeling an inexplicable reluctance in his heart.She turned her head and saw that the slave didn't even look back, she couldn't help frowning, and said in a low voice: "Barbarian." Then she followed quickly.

The two walked one after the other, with the slave in front. At first she used a small dagger to open the way, but soon there was a gap in the dagger.The slave looked at the dagger with pity in his eyes, and immediately started to use it.

"Wait for me... wait for me to go back, I'll give you a precious sword." Wei Zhao followed behind panting, her foot slipped, and the slave turned his head in time to hold her hand.

Their palms held each other, the smooth and delicate rubbed against the rough calluses, Wei Zhao felt a prickly palm, and she curled up a bit.

The slave quickly withdrew his hand, and Wei Zhao became inexplicably quiet.

The surroundings are not quiet at all, there are birds chirping in the woods, insects chirping, the wind blowing, the small sound made, and the sound of running water getting closer.

"Why don't you want freedom? Don't you want high officials and rich salary?" Wei Zhao asked suddenly.

"Ah Xian, in this world, all people are motivated by profit." The woman whose face has been blurred, her mother once touched her head and said to her, "Look, you are going to be humble now." You don’t like that slave, but because I say a word, you have to take her with you everywhere. Why? Because you please me, you will get a better life and more resources.”

"Mother... Queen Mother..." The young Wei Zhao tried to defend in panic.

Her empress smiled: "But you are right, very good."

"In this world..." Wei Zhao whispered, "People always have something they want. What do you want?"

"I've already said it, but you didn't agree." There was a little impatience in the slave's voice, she paused, then laughed again, "Master."

"It's just a name." Wei Zhao couldn't help but said, "Isn't it just a name? Isn't it more important than power, wealth, or freedom?"

"This is the power and wealth of Great Zhou." The slave replied, she stopped, and a small river had appeared in front of them, maybe it should be called Xiaoxi, she turned her head to look at Wei Zhao, "As for freedom... I have always been freedom Yes. That's not you, your definition of me."

"Your contract of sale is still in Ben Gong's hands!" Wei Zhao shouted, she had already sensed the emotion in the slave's heart that was not what a slave should have.She subconsciously wanted to suppress this resistance. She was the majestic Princess Zhou, and she would never be suppressed by a slave.Under the imperial power, everything is a slave.

"It's just a piece of paper." The slave replied, she turned her head to look at Wei Zhao, those eyes full of exotic colors were full of looking at the goods, "It seems that your life is hanging on my body now , instead of me relying on you..."

As she spoke, she turned and walked towards Wei Zhao.

Wei Zhao felt inexplicable pressure, she couldn't help but took a step back, but the pride of being the eldest princess made her stop firmly.A drop of cold sweat slid down her forehead, along her chin, slowly turned cold, and dripped on the ground.

Fortunately, the slave also stopped. The distance between them was neither too far nor too close. Wei Zhao felt a little stressed, but it was not so obvious. She realized that this was deliberately created by the slave.

Wei Zhao looked at the slave with vigilance in his eyes.

"If I want to be free, no one will know if I kill you now, right?" The slave smiled, showing his white teeth, like a wild animal, full of life, sharp and dangerous, but also so beautiful that people can't move it Eye.

Wei Zhao pursed her lips, and stared at the slave's green pupils: "Even if you kill me, you won't be able to escape. You have the imprint of my eldest princess mansion on your back."

The slave pouted: "What's the matter... This world is vast, wide, not just Dazhou." She narrowed her eyes, "I can go to many places, to the sea, to the New World, there is nothing there, there is nothing there. Everything."

Wei Zhao stopped talking, and after a while, she lowered her shoulders as if accepting her fate: "That's right, you're right, then are you going to kill me? Go embrace your freedom."

The slave looked at Wei Zhao, then blinked: "Guess."

"I guess..." Wei Zhao's eyes burned with anger, but she was quickly pressed down, "I guess you won't."

The slave sighed: "Okay, you guessed it right, my master." She walked to the river, picked off a large leaf, washed it in the water, then turned her head and waved to Wei Zhao, "Come here and wash your hands." .”

Wei Zhao exhaled slowly, and she walked over slowly, watching the slave take out a handkerchief from his arms, soak it in the water, pick it up and wring it out, and hand it to Wei Zhao: "Wipe your face first, then Give it to me. There's no wicker or salt around here, so make up your mind and rinse your mouth first."

Wei Zhao looked at the familiar patterns on the handkerchief, and frowned: "Why is Bengong's handkerchief here with you?"

"Probably you never see who handed it to you."

The slave said in a calm to almost indifferent tone.

Wei Zhao thought about it carefully, her every move was always surrounded by many people, going out with umbrellas, honor guards, dressing, eating, and washing.Often as long as she reaches out her hand, what she wants will be delivered to her hand respectfully.She has long been used to it, and she will never give any extra glances to those people.

They are not so much people as just a useful tool.

Wei Zhao couldn't even remember how many times the handkerchief handed to her was given to her by her slave or someone else.

"...I can't remember anything."

Wei Zhao said in a low voice, the handkerchief soaked in the river water in the morning was very cold, it was like a piece of ice in her hand.