My Empress is My Bad Girl

After eating the cake, Zhaohui grabbed the banana leaf next to her. The banana leaf tilted down, and a bright water drop in the middle of the leaf rolled down and poured into her mouth accurately.

Obviously the girls here are already proficient in drinking the water in the leaves.

Zhaohui drank the water skillfully and wiped her lips with her sleeve, which was very refreshing and comfortable.

Qian'er admired her movements and smiled: "If you can be as free as Lotus, you are the real first beauty of the Uzbek."

Zhaohui hummed: "I can't compare to her."

"How can it not be compared?"

"She was lucky. She had a marriage with Dongdan since she was a child. Although Dongdan has no rights, he is the head of the patriarch, and the high priest has to give him some face. Besides, no one in the stockade knows that Dongdan has liked lotus since she was a child, even if she By the seventeenth he refused to marry, Dong Dan never said anything. I am not as lucky as her, and I can't stand as such a good fiancé."

Although Zhaohui was unwilling to speak when she spoke, she didn't have any jealousy or resentment, she just said flatly.

Qian'er asked: "You look so good-looking, and your fiance must be good too."

"I only know that if I marry him, I will have to work hard, give birth to his son, serve him, serve his grandma and dad. If a man does not want to go out, I will also pick fruit, hunt, and farm. In short, All the hard work is mine. Even if I die, I don't want to live a life that is not as good as a pig and a cow."

Qian'er nodded silently: "This kind of life is indeed impossible. Therefore, you must strive to marry Long Bo. I support you."

"What's the use of your support. Unless you give me your princess status, I can marry Long Bo. But..." Zhaohui herself felt that this was absurd and laughed, "If I become a princess, I will Don't stay here, let alone marry Long Bo."

"Don't you like Long Bo?"

"The dragon is handsome in wavelength, I naturally like it."

"You don't like it." Qian'er shook his head, "Long Bo is just the best reliance you can think of so far, so you let yourself like him."

"Does this make any difference? Anyway, it's just about living. Instead of marrying those hard-working men, it's better to marry the high priest. Not to mention the dragon's wave length is very good."

"How many times have you seen Long Bo?"

"once."

"Just once?"

"This is already a lot. Long Bo never goes out. I was lucky. I only saw him occasionally. Although it was just a quick glance, he looks really good." Zhaohui laughed again, "Maybe, wait. When you see him, you won’t resist marrying him."

"will not."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Because I am in my hometown, I already have a sweetheart." Qian'er smiled.

Zhaohui's eyes lit up: "So, you will never marry Long Bo?"

"Don't worry, I will never **** Longbo with you."

"You have to do what you say." Zhaohui was happy, stood up, and adjusted her skirt. "I have an idea. I wonder if you would listen?"

"Let's talk about it first."

"The day after tomorrow is a big day for sacrifice. At that time, the high priest will definitely arrange for you to meet Long Bo. At that time, I will go for you, okay?"

"It's good, but how do you go for me? Can't others find it?"

"You haven't participated in the sacrificial ceremony, so you don't know. On that day, we servants of the gods will wear a veil to cover their faces."