Princess, she is so fragrant

The sky in Shendu has always been gentle, whether it is the clouds in the sky or the falling rain.It seems that the voices of people in this place are slow and leisurely when they speak, with a noble taste.

Faileen looked up at the sky.But her sight was covered by the low-hanging eaves, and she could only see the rainwater dripping down the corners of the eaves, dripping, forming a string of beads, and falling into the small depression on the ground, where a puddle of water had already accumulated. When the beads landed on it, ripples bounced around expressly.And outside this small safe place, there is continuous drizzle, dense and continuous, like needle threads.

Right now it is March in Yangchun.

People in Dazhou used to find some excuses to have fun.In March, we have to worship our ancestors, and at the same time we can go out in the green. When the weather is good, we have to play swings and fly kites.

Faileen had never seen these entertainments.

But she didn't care either.

These things are very novel and interesting.

But it's too thin and delicate, like the kind of printed flower paper that her master likes recently, it shatters and cracks when poked lightly.Faileen doesn't like this kind of thing, it's too fragile and can't withstand the impact of wind and waves.

She misses the sea, where there are strong winds, heavy rains, scorching sun, vicious sharks around the fleet at any time, and pirates who will shoot at you without knowing when.But there are also vast expanses of sky, and equally expansive expanses of water.It seems that in this world, no matter where you are, you can go.If someone dies, they will not be trapped in a square piece of soil, but will be put into a wide ocean. Even if they die, their souls are free and they can embrace freedom.

But Fa Yilian felt that right now, she was like these people on land, trapped in small square boxes, from birth to death, from one small box to another small box.

Also, she can't choose her locket yet.Because now, she is a person with a "master".

Faileen moved her shoulders uncomfortably.The shoulder pulls on the muscles, and the muscles pull on the skin.Faileen couldn't see it, but she could feel the existence of the blue tattoo at any time.In every move of Faileen, she could feel the existence of that tattoo, as if it was not engraved on her skin, but engraved in her soul.Silently, it reminded her all the time.

"You are a slave and you have a master."

Faileen lowered her head and hugged the box on her chest.She was wearing good clothes that she had never worn before, and the insoles were bonded comfortably and softly by the dense stitches on the soles.She scratched gently with her toes, and they were all soft.This was a good life she had never had before, but at the same time, these exquisite clothes and well-fitting shoes and socks were like smaller boxes, wrapping her tightly.

She missed the time when she could swing her bare arms wildly, the days when she could sing when she wanted to, and howl when she wanted to.

"Hey, slave, you are here."

The sound of running came from the palace road, patter, patter, running very slowly, Fa Yilian curled her lips and looked at the person in front of her.The palace servant was out of breath, straightened his hat, put one hand on his waist, his blue palace uniform was stained with water stains, and his legs were as limp as noodles.

Such a person can be kicked down with one kick.

But such a person can still dominate Fa Yilian's head.

Faileen was very upset, she looked at each other.The other party was startled by her eyes, and then he thrust his waist and shouted to her: "What to look at, who taught you the rules! You really have to tell the nurse in charge to take care of your rules."

Faileen snorted.She turned her head away, the welts on her back.She has been beaten so much, but she is still her.

No one can do anything about her.

It doesn't matter whether it's her titular master or the high and mighty empress of Da Zhou.

"Let's go." The palace attendant reached out and took Fa Yilian's hand.

These are a pair of men's hands, but they feel slippery to the touch, like a layer of soft fat covered with a leather sheath.Fa Yilian couldn't help shivering, the palace attendant glanced at Fa Yilian, and suddenly smiled: "You have grown up a lot."

As he was talking, he moved a little closer. His voice and eyes glued to his skin were like some kind of disgusting cold-blooded animal, cold and slimy, trying to stick to Faileen's body .

"Your temper, it's not our family saying that you will suffer in this deep palace. In the future, when the master gets tired, you have to find a home and spend the rest of your life well. Why don't we get close and close now. In the future, our family I'll protect you one or two..."

Fa Yilian hugged the small wooden box in her arms tighter and tighter, and the eyes she looked at each other became colder and colder.But the eunuch didn't notice Fa Yilian's eyes at all, no, it doesn't matter if he notices it.The status of slaves in Dazhou was lower than that of ordinary servants, and they were not even from Dazhou.

If he dares to come up.

Faileen stared at the white face, thinking viciously, she blinded his eyes, pulled out his tongue and stuffed it into his pout, and then killed him!

"What are you doing?"

Until that childish voice came.

The hand that was held suddenly loosened.

"Slaves pay homage to Your Highness."

Fa Yilian even felt disappointed at that moment, her anger was burning in her chest, and she stared coldly at the eunuch who couldn't hold the umbrella and let the umbrella roll to the ground.It was a pity that she couldn't kill him, so she could only watch coldly, looking at the culprit.

At that time, Wei Zhao was not the glamorous appearance of the later days. She stood gracefully in the rain and mist, like a budding white lotus, with mist in her eyes.She stared at the servant, and then walked towards Faileen.The soft cloth shoes stepped on the ground, and the mist fell softly on her clothes.The rain in this season is always like this, because it is too fine, like smog.It is also fine and soft when it falls on the body, as if the clothes are impenetrable.But this season is especially cold, once it rains, the cold will penetrate into the limbs and bones.

Wei Zhao walked towards his slave, she looked Fa Yilian up and down, her eyes sparkled.

Faileen had seen this light in the eyes of others before.

Girls from different races are always more plump than women from Da Zhou. Even if her skin is a honey color different from Da Zhou's aesthetic, her facial features are not as elegant as the distant mountains they admire.But Faileen could still feel the occasional gazes of those adult men looking at her, sweeping across her breasts and thighs thoughtfully.

The same is true today.

The princess of the Great Zhou is probably not a pervert!

Faileen thought about it, and slightly straightened her chest.It's just the capital of their pride, her mother told her so since she was a child.

Then, her master looked away, and looked at the kneeling eunuch with cold eyes.

Faileen: "???"

Isn't her capital enough to attract the attention of this nasty little princess! ! !

"What are you doing standing here?" Wei Zhao's voice was soft and soft, she turned her head to look at Fa Yilian, her eyes stopped on the small wooden box in her arms, and she paused slightly.Then she turned and faced forward, "Aren't you following?"

Faileen hung her head, her hair fell down, blocking her eyes and sight, leaving only a small square under her feet.She followed behind Wei Zhao, passing the eunuch, like passing by an inconspicuous speck of dust.

After turning a corner, Wei Zhao opened his mouth and told the left and right: "Go and investigate that person. The person who touched me is really very bold."

They responded with a sound from left to right, left quickly, and made a doubtful voice again: "But..."

"But what? You can afford to commit adultery in the harem?" Wei Zhao said coldly.

Then footsteps sounded hurriedly, and those people ran past Faileen, just like they passed by the eunuch together, as if passing by an inconspicuous dead thing.

Ah, it turns out we are all the same.

Faileen thought.

Then, Fa Yilian heard Wei Zhao's voice: "Hey, raise your head."

Fa Yilian raised her head slowly, there was no one around, and the handle of the umbrella was held by Wei Zhao.Wei Zhao tilted his hand slightly, and the umbrella covered Fa Yilian's head carelessly.

"You are my slave, a gift from the Queen Mother." Wei Zhao spoke, the little princess's face was weak, and her voice was soft.Fa Yilian is familiar with Wei Zhao's demeanor, she always uses this face, with misty eyes, to pray for the mercy of the saint, and to express her grievances.Every time at this time, Faileen would always be inexplicably pumped.

Sometimes Faileen would suspect that the little princess did it on purpose.

However, whether it is intentional or unintentional, it is not their choice.

But Fa Yilian rarely saw cold eyes like this.Wei Zhao's eyes moved to the surrounding rain and fog, and her umbrella was lowered, like a shielding spell, covering her and her, so they could unscrupulously show their most essential appearance.So Fa Yilian raised her head and looked at Wei Zhao coldly.

"Ha, that's the look."

Wei Zhao snorted.

"You have to remember, you are my slave, you don't need to be afraid of anyone."

"And you?" Faileen asked.

The little princess looked at Fa Yilian as if she was an idiot, and said something that was natural: "Aren't you never afraid of me? You are not afraid of me, and you should not be afraid of anyone."

"Then what should I do?" Faileen asked.

Wei Zhao snorted softly: "Call him, beat him, whatever you want. Even if you beat him to death on the spot, chop him up and feed him to the dogs, why are you afraid? I'm still there."

So at that moment, Faylian felt that the little princess in front of her was really interesting.

The author has something to say: This is a bit of Fa Yilian's past, and I'm going back to Beijing today!