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Yin Yuan was sitting in the pavilion learning music in a light pink dress. The dress she wore today was different from everyone else’s. The sleeves were made of tulle. Every time she moved slightly, the Shougong sand on her arm would twitch. It will be revealed vaguely.

On the night of being whipped, the maid who took care of Yin Yuan was replaced by the maid who took care of Zhao Qing before, Wang Li.

According to Wang Li, Song Zheng received grace, and the regent allowed her to practice martial arts and become a bodyguard instead of being a maid.

Looking at Wang Li's jealous eyebrows when he said this, it seemed that he was the one who wanted to slap Yin Yuan.

And deliberately telling Yin Yuan about it should be what Song Zheng asked him to pass on.

Wang Li applied medicine to Yin Yuan's back and left, because he only used ordinary Jinchuang medicine, and did not send any decoction for pain relief and anti-inflammation.

In the middle of the night, Yin Yuan developed a fever and lay prone on the bed with back pain, unable to fall asleep. Because of the fever, she was dizzy and her head was swollen, and her eyes were swollen and sore due to the high fever.

Yin Yuan closed his eyes, saying that he was sleeping, or that he was holding on. If it wasn't for Li Wenzhao's good health, he might have fallen here.

The night is getting deeper and the pain is getting worse.

The moonlight came in through the window, casting a small piece of dark silver light on the head of the bed and the ground.

Yin Yuan lay prone on the bed, in a trance, and suddenly realized that there was an extra person in the room at some point.

She opened her eyes suddenly, her eyes were flushed with heat, her cheeks were also abnormally red, her long hair fell down her neck, she slightly raised her head to look at the person beside the bed.

That person was dressed in white clothes like snow, who else could it be if it wasn't Le Zhengrong?

Who else can wear a white dress to the extreme, so warm and moist as jade, making people feel like spring breeze.

Le Zhengrong's pair of purple pupils seemed to be glowing with blood in the night, her face lost the gentleness before others, as if a layer of mask had been removed, what revealed was not her background color, but the lightest trace was missing. Layers of cover.

Yin Yuan's eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and his eyes were staring blankly, as if he had been burned stupidly.

She opened her thin lips lightly, her voice was hoarse, and her eyes were reluctant to leave the person in front of the bed, "How dare I have such a dream."

One sentence is light and shallow, as if afraid of shattering the dream, and the person in front of him will disappear.

In fact, although Yin Yuan was in a fog because of the high fever, the pain in her back made her sober, how could she not know what was going on.

Le Zhengrong held a small red sandalwood box in his hand, and his voice sounded slightly commanding, "Stretch out your hand."

Yin Yuan stretched out her hand in unsteady movement, because she was only wearing her underwear, and following her movement, the friction between the sleeve and the bed exposed her forearm.

Holding her jade-like forearm straight up, Yin Yuan frowned in pain, kept her eyes on Le Zhengrong, and murmured:

"It hurts even in dreams."

Le Zhengrong opened the red sandalwood box, and the box contained gecko blood and bamboo sticks.

With his right hand, Le Zhengrong held a bamboo stick dipped in gecko blood, and with a flick of his left hand, he threw the box onto the table with his internal force.

There is no sound in this process.

She held a bamboo stick in her right hand and approached Yin Yuan's forearm, seeing that the vermilion was about to fall on the snow-white forearm, the bamboo stick stopped suddenly, Le Zhengrong's voice was as cold as ice, "Wen Zhao will regret it ?”

Yin Yuan didn't need to speak, her eyes had already given the answer, as well as her breathing.

Because Le Zhengrong approached, the light in her eyes seemed to burn people, and her breathing became irregular.

As soon as Le Zhengrong stopped, there was almost disappointment in her eyes.

Finally, that spot of vermilion landed on the forearm and slowly penetrated into the snow muscle.

The eyes of the two met at one place, and Yin Yuan's breath almost burned people.

Le Zhengrong threw the bamboo stick in his hand back casually, and the bamboo stick went into the small red sandalwood box, and the lid of the box was snapped shut.

Yin Yuan looked at Le Zhengrong almost greedily.

"Why didn't you argue today?" Le Zhengrong didn't expect to ask such a question, and smiled.

Yin Yuan's hand was slightly raised upwards, as if wanting to get close to the person beside the bed, but in the end he just let it go, as if he didn't dare.

"Because you are the master of everything, how could you miss this little trick?"

Le Zhengrong's purple pupils deepened again, her voice was still cold, "Will Wen Zhao blame me?"

The people on the bed were weak from the whips, but their words were firm, "No matter what you order Wen Zhao to do, Wen Zhao will do it willingly."

Le Zhengrong straightened up slowly, looked down at the person on the bed, and there was a chilling smile on his lips, "Never resist?"

The person on the bed followed her with his eyes, and there was a real friendship in his words, "Wen Zhao will never say no to you in this life."

Le Zhengrong didn't look back at the affectionate eyes in Yin Yuan's eyes, she disappeared into the room just like when she came.

The only thing that proves that she has been here is the red sandalwood box on the table.

After that night, these specially-made dresses were delivered to Yin Yuan's yard one after another, and more jewels and hairpins were rewarded at the same time.

Brothel male prostitutes would not wear such naked dresses, let alone women, let alone jewelry that women should not wear. Whether these rewards are grace or insult is self-evident in the eyes of everyone.

Two days later, when Yin Yuan was able to move a little, he went to the Sijiao Pavilion to learn singing.

When Wang Li came to deliver the order, his disdain was evident in his words, "The regent is sympathetic to Mr. Li's injury, and ordered you not to work hard in the kitchen, but just sit and learn the music."

After that day, the person who combed Yin Yuan's hair changed his face, and he no longer followed Yin Yuan to the Sijiao Pavilion except for combing his hair.

Now there are only Rumei and her two servants in the four-corner pavilion, as well as the Prince Regent's servant who usually stands at the four corners and is in charge of pulling the gauze curtain.

Ru Mei sang a few lines, and Yin Yuan learned a few lines along with her. After a while, she was able to sing a little song to a full extent.

Rumei sighed suddenly, Yin Yuan's attainments in music theory always gave him a sense of sympathy.

That's why he couldn't bear to say such a sentence that day, thinking that it would be good for her to save some face in front of men.

The clinker regent made her wear such a dress, and was humiliated in front of everyone all day long, and he didn't know if it was his pleading that hurt her.

But this woman is really a person with a strong mind, it seems that even if there are thousands of humiliations, she will not move, and she doesn't care what the world thinks of her.

But can she really survive the Slave Mark?

Once branded as a slave, you will be trampled by the world in this life, and you can say that there is no hope at all.

The regent will never take back what he said, and the matter of the slave seal will never end there.

I just hope that the woman in front of me will be favored by fate once, and the regent should not follow the position of the male slave's brand and brand it behind his ears.If you follow the position of the woman's brand, you can always block it.

Rumei sighed, the servant kneeling behind him thought he was tired, so he got up and poured tea beside him.

Yin Yuan then mixed a cup of tea and swallowed it to moisten his throat.

The wound was only treated with ordinary gold sore medicine, and Yin Yuan had repeated fevers in the past few days. Now Yin Yuan looks calm, but in fact, she has a splitting headache because of the fever, and she can only straighten her back and try to move as much as possible to avoid the wound. Any small friction.

Fortunately, Song Zheng had never practiced martial arts, and these were just flesh wounds.

Yin Yuan studied this piece seriously, apart from pretending to show Rumei, the more important reason was to divert his attention and force himself to ignore the pain.

Now drinking tea, Yin Yuan sighed in his heart, and then Le Zhengrong would definitely use all humiliating methods to verify what he said.

If you want to love Le Zhengrong, you have to make her believe that no matter how deeply she hurts herself, she will accept it completely.

Le Zhengrong is not inflicting pain and humiliation, she is asking in this way, if you knew that I have been treated like this, would you still stay?

Only when Yin Yuan really accepted all these things could Le Zhengrong believe what she said.

That was just the beginning.

If Le Zhengrong's love is compared to a jar of honey, Yin Yuan is now catching bees. Only when there are enough bees can the honey they gather be fermented into a jar of honey.

Because of the pain, the day passed very slowly. When the sun was setting, Yin Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, and was finally able to go back and lie down.

Before Yin Yuan got up from the cushion, Wang Li entered the Sijiao Pavilion.

She bowed her hands to Rumei, looked down at Yin Yuan and said, "The regent ordered Miss Li to go to the dungeon now."

Yin Yuan got up when he heard the words, nodded to Rumei, and left the Sijiao Pavilion.

Behind her, Rumei pinched the edge of the table tightly with her fingers, and there seemed to be sentimentality in her eyes.

A person who has been a child prodigy in the Lan Kingdom since the age of seven, a person who has passed the civil and military examinations at the same time, a person who should have become famous in one fell swoop, and it is impossible to escape this catastrophe.

Outside the four-corner pavilion, Xu Xiao was waiting under the pavilion, "Miss Li, please."

Yin Yuan cupped his hands towards her and followed behind her.

Because Yin Yuan was unconscious when she left the courtyard above the dungeon, she didn't know the way to the dungeon. I don't know if it was out of this consideration that Xu Xiao was arranged to lead the way.

She leisurely walked behind Xu Xiao, but Xu Xiao was not at peace.

Although Xu Xiao had seen Yin Yuan wearing dresses many times, it was the first time she saw Yin Yuan after Yin Yuan ordered Shou Gongsha.

Now Xu Xiao knows why Song Zheng always laughs together with those who saw her execution that day, it must be because of Shou Gongsha and the sleeves made of this light gauze.

Although Xu Xiao was not ashamed of Yin Yuan, I don't know how she persuaded herself to live, but she also felt that it was amazing that the number one scholar could survive in such a situation.

Thinking of the things prepared in the dungeon today, I couldn't bear it for a moment. I survived the previous ones, but can I survive today?I'm afraid I won't survive today.

However, she works under the Regent, so she naturally knows what to say and what not to say. After thinking about it now, she can only say in a low voice, "There is one thing left from the three things that day. Ms. Li can be ready." gone?"

This is to remind Yin Yuan why he went to the dungeon now.

Yin Yuan also replied in a low voice, afraid of causing trouble for the other party, "Thank you, it's okay."

Seeing that she was so calm, Xu Xiao didn't know whether to lament that she endured humiliation really well, or to ask her if she knew what the slave mark meant?The daughter of the richest man in Kyoto and the niece of the prime minister was branded as a slave, but whoever wants to be dignified can still live?