The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

The black faced bodyguard frowned, and the time spent with ah Chou was not short. He didn't ask people to wash clothes and cook. It was hard to avoid that they had some good feelings for ah Chou, and they had to rely on ah Chou to save their lives. Naturally, they didn't want to make ah Chou suffer too much. The black faced bodyguard was trying to bargain with that old ginger, so he was pinched by the white faced bodyguard secretly, and then he was silent.

"It's about washing and brushing. What should a man do?" The white faced bodyguard had a fight with the old ginger and patted him on the shoulder. "We haven't seen each other for a long time. Let's have a good drink of the old ginger later."

"That's to say, no one can run without a ten jin drink tonight!" Lao Jiang laughed and pointed to the carriage. He said with a smile, "send the bride to the bridal chamber. Let's go down the mountain and have a drink."

The black faced bodyguard went over, opened the door and said to ah Chou in a deep voice, "come down."

Ah Chou jumped down with the carriage, and his body was askew. He was about to fall down. The black faced bodyguard quickly helped him. Ah Chou nodded his head and thanked him.

It's too dark outside. She can't see anything except the three vague figures in front of her. She's very nervous and scared. She lowers her head and bites her lips. She doesn't know what is waiting for her next. She's in a panic. She listens to the sound of a flint. Then a flash of fire lights up the muddy ground in front of her and her embroidered shoes trapped in the mud.

This is Miss Duan's shoes. The shoes are too small. She can't wear them. She wears her own rags all the way. But this afternoon, the white faced bodyguard forced her to change them. Also, where does the bride still wear the rags with open toes?

Her feet hurt so much that she nearly fell when she got out of the carriage.

"Let me see what kind of natural beauty the expensive girl from the capital is." The old ginger flowed in the air, holding a torch in front of ah Chou's face.

The torch is so close that ah Chou's face will be burned, and his forehead and hair will be burned. There is a sharp smell of fire. The terrible experience of being surrounded by the fire comes to mind. Ah Chou retreats in fear. However, his shoes are not following his feet. With the sound of "fluttering", he falls into the mud.

"Tut Tut, I think it's just like this." Lao Jiang looked at a Chou in panic, as if he was very satisfied. He took back the torch, turned around and put it on the doorring behind him, turned around and looked down at a Chou. "You're the bride, but you're a slave girl, from now on After that, the paralytic inside is your master, so that he can serve your master. If your master is short-lived, you will not live long. Do you know? "

Ah Chou's half body was soaked by muddy water. She got up awkwardly and nodded her head trembling. She was so scared that she could not speak with her mouth open.

Lao Jiang seemed to be satisfied with ah Chou's reaction. He pushed open the door behind him and nuzzled at ah Chou: "go in."

The door was dark, only the vague outline of the house could be seen not far away. It seemed that there was a kitchen. Ah Chou licked his lips in a panic. He wanted to ask where he should live. He could look at Lao Jiang's face, but he dared not ask.