Stunning female slave, princess of troubled times

Hearing Yu'er say that A Nuo has a solid foundation, I'm afraid she doesn't remember what happened at the beginning, and her mother just thought of the original and lied to her.

A Nuo didn't know what to say, should he tell her the story or let her live happily in the lie?She looked at Qianhe again, and Qianhe shook her head gently at her.

Yu'er also followed A Nuo to look at Qian He, with a trace of puzzlement on her face.

Qianhe changed very quickly, and immediately said with a smile: "Arnuo wanted to ask when you arrived in Dadu, but I told her not to ask. Now that everyone has seen it, what's the point of asking?"

Yu'er also laughed when she heard her explanation, "I have been in Dadu for a while, but at that time I found that Qiongfang Pavilion had been burned down. I was still surprised, why did Qiongfang Pavilion burn down? There is nowhere to go After I left, I lived in the inn and went out every morning to find the lady. However, I was lucky enough to meet Bishuang. Bishuang knew that I had little money left, so she introduced me to work in Tianxianglou to earn money, and I rested From time to time, I will go around looking for the young lady. It is a coincidence that the young lady has come to Tianxiang Pavilion."

Qian He's eyes were foggy, she took Yu'er's hand and patted it, "Yu'er, it's really hard work for you."

"Mother Qianhe, why was Qiongfang Pavilion burned?" Yu'er was puzzled, and Bishuang didn't answer her this question.

Qianhe pretended to be an atmosphere, "Don't mention it, there was a Mongolian prince who overbearingly insisted on calling ten of our oirans to accompany him. You said that we all produce one oiran a day, but he wanted ten in one go. Really! Too... Later, I had no choice but to ask if I could call him five. He was not happy, and after beating me up, someone burned Qiongfang Pavilion. Fortunately, you and Arnold had already left Yanjing, so he was not implicated. Otherwise, how could Bishuang work in Tianxiang Tower!"

"Those Mongols are really bad. They invaded our country and bullied others. They even burned Qiongfang Pavilion arbitrarily. Miss, I saw a few Mongols at the door just now. Did they come to find trouble and you kicked them out? "

A Nuo didn't know why Yu'er would think this way, could she have such great power to drive out the present prince and the King of Yunnan?

"Miss, those Mongols are just sacks, with a bright appearance and a pile of grass inside. Don't be afraid of their revenge. At worst, we will go back to Diaoyu Mountain together. No one can bully us in the general's mansion."

Gan Mala, who had not spoken all this time, coughed softly, and the boy's usually indifferent face was blushing.

Yu'er heard the cough and followed the sound, and when she saw the boy with chestnut hair and dark brown eyes, she opened her mouth in surprise, raised her finger and pointed at Gan Mala and said intermittently: "Miss, this... this... here Why is there a Mongolian?"

"Girl, not all Mongols are what you think. There are some who don't bully others and are domineering, such as... like me!" The pavilion is indeed the bad thing done by his third uncle, and he can't be blamed if he wants to.

Yu'er hurriedly lowered her head, "Master, I was also angry for a while, you don't know how good our Qiongfang Pavilion's business was back then."

Hearing these words, the eyes of A Nuo and Qian He suddenly lit up, and the two laughed wickedly.Then he looked at Gan Mala at the same time, Gan Mala's whole body trembled when he was looked at by these four eyes, and a bad premonition suddenly appeared in his heart.

[Small Theater: The peach blossoms are like clouds, the spring breeze lifts A Nuo's long hair, and a few pink petals fall into A Nuo's hair.Hu Gechi stretched out his hand, and gently plucked off the petals for A Nuo, just wanting to taste the sweetness in her mouth when he was close at hand.Seeing Hugechi getting closer, Anuo stretched out his hand to support his face: "You can kiss me if you want to, but let's close the curtain first."

"..." "Let those who don't leave a message not see the good show!"]