The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

One hundred and two are written on the silver ticket. The stamp of Qingyan's largest bank is stamped under the silver ticket. A special mark is painted on the corner of the silver ticket. It is indeed a real silver ticket.

The man nodded in satisfaction, let go of the woman, and said to his associate: "Let's go."

Watching the two men walk away, the woman recovered and knelt on the ground gratefully, kowtowing toward Murong Xue: "Thank you for your help, girl ..."

"You don't have to be polite." Murongxue reached out and lifted the woman up, looking at the woman: "What's your name? Where do you live?"

The woman wiped her own tears and choked with sobs: "If you go back to the girl, the slave-servant is called Yinglan, who lives in Jingzhou ..."

"That's great, I'll let you take you home ..." Murong Xue said with a smile.

"The slave-maid's house has long been empty ..." In Murongxue's surprised eyes, Yinglan whispered: "The slave-maid's parents have died since they were young.

Murong Xue: "... have you stayed until now?"

"It's not ..." Yinglan shook her head: "Slave slaves are black, thin, and ugly. No one wants to buy them. When they are twelve or thirteen years old, they look better. They were bought by a businessman to do maid in the house. Some time ago, businessmen lost business and lost a lot of money. In order to repay their debts, businessmen sold houses, land, shops, and people, and slaves were sold into dental shops ... "

In the next words, Yinghong didn't say, but Murong Xue already knew that the people who walked in the teeth saw that Yinghong was beautiful,

One hundred and two are written on the silver ticket. The stamp of Qingyan's largest bank is stamped under the silver ticket. A special mark is painted on the corner of the silver ticket. It is indeed a real silver ticket.

The man nodded in satisfaction, let go of the woman, and said to his associate: "Let's go."

Watching the two men walk away, the woman recovered and knelt on the ground gratefully, kowtowing toward Murong Xue: "Thank you for your help, girl ..."

"You don't have to be polite." Murongxue reached out and lifted the woman up, looking at the woman: "What's your name? Where do you live?"

The woman wiped her own tears and choked with sobs: "If you go back to the girl, the slave-servant is called Yinglan, who lives in Jingzhou ..."

"That's great, I'll let you take you home ..." Murong Xue said with a smile.

"The slave-maid's house has long been empty ..." In Murongxue's surprised eyes, Yinglan whispered: "The slave-maid's parents have died since they were young.

Murong Xue: "... have you stayed until now?"

"It's not ..." Yinglan shook her head: "Slave slaves are black, thin, and ugly. No one wants to buy them. When they are twelve or thirteen years old, they look better. They were bought by a businessman to do maid in the house. Some time ago, businessmen lost business and lost a lot of money. In order to repay their debts, businessmen sold houses, land, shops, and people, and slaves were sold into dental shops ... "

In the next words, Yinghong didn't say, but Murong Xue already knew that the people who walked in the teeth saw that Yinghong was beautiful,

One hundred and two are written on the silver ticket. The stamp of Qingyan's largest bank is stamped under the silver ticket. A special mark is painted on the corner of the silver ticket. It is indeed a real silver ticket.

The man nodded in satisfaction, let go of the woman, and said to his associate: "Let's go."

Watching the two men walk away, the woman recovered and knelt on the ground gratefully, kowtowing toward Murong Xue: "Thank you for your help, girl ..."