Although the two of them were somewhat silent, both Yang Miaocai and Hongye had already felt that they were attracted to each other.

At this time, the strong wind outside became stronger and slapped against the window eaves. Hongye couldn't help being startled, and subconsciously leaned to Yang Miaocai's side, holding Yang Miaocai's big hand tightly with her small hands.

Yang Miaocai reacted in a moment, showed a gentle smile and said: "Hongye, don't be afraid. It's just windy."

Hongye was still uneasy and murmured in a low voice: "Master, slave, I have been afraid of wind since I was a child. I still remember that the roof of the house I lived in before collapsed in half, and there was leakage of wind and rain. There was no cotton in the house.

Bed, the slave is a woman, and she cannot share the same bed with her elder brother and younger brother. Every time at night, the slave has to huddle in the corner and tremble..."

Listening to Hongye's murmuring narration, Yang Miaocai felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

How is this experience different from when he was a child?

Yang Miaocai suddenly remembered the famous saying, "We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before?"

Fortunately, Yang Miaocai's life is much better than Hong Ye's.

He used his diligence, his hard work, and his intelligence to step onto the glittering road step by step.

But the red leaves are...

Almost involuntarily, Yang Miaocai was already half-lying on the bed before he knew it, reaching out to take Hongye into his arms.

After a moment, he suddenly remembered something and hurriedly said: "Hongye, you, you just said, if I don't want you, Li Yuanqing, Li Yuanqing and Old Dog Badaluna will reward you to those soldiers?"

"ah."

Hongye was startled and couldn't help crying out, tears were about to flow out.

Yang Miaocai suddenly realized that he pinched Hongye's white, slender and beautiful wrist, and said quickly: "Hongye, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm too excited."

"It's okay, Dad."

Hongye shook his head vigorously, "Sir, here in Tatars, women, women are slaves... I'm afraid, I'm afraid they are worse than animals... If, if the paralyzed young master Badalu dies, I'm afraid I'll have to serve Ba.

Lord Daru, or be rewarded by him to someone else... Lord, slave, I don't want to serve Lord Badalu, nor do I want to serve anyone else. Lord, I just want to serve you..."

As Hong Ye said, she could no longer bear the grievance in her heart and threw herself into Yang Miaocai's arms.

Yang Miaocai couldn't help but hugged Hong Ye's delicate body, gently patted Hong Ye's smooth jade back, and gently comforted: "Hong Ye, it's okay, don't cry, I won't let you go, I won't let you go..."

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As he spoke, his eyes gradually became sharper, and he said silently in his heart: "Li Yuanqing, this, even if this is a poison you gave me, I, Yang Miaocai, will still eat her..."

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Chapter completed!