Nuya, the largest female slave market in Nanxuan Capital City.
In the lobby, rows of female slaves were tied up hand and foot like animals, kneeling on the stage, begging to be bought by wealthy people.
Most of them are orphans who were trafficked by human traffickers from other places. Some of them were sold by their parents because their families were so poor that they had no choice but to take the blame.
But even those of the latter generation usually pretend to be orphans, because wealthy people have the same thoughts as wealthy people, and what they want is orphans whose family background is simple.
The second floor of the market is divided into several rooms. Customers who are willing to spend more money do not need to go to the crowded lobby. The stewards will send the better-qualified female slaves to the rooms one by one for them to choose from.
Orchid Pavilion, beside the golden window
A tall and tall figure stood with his hands behind his back.
He was dressed in a purple robe, with a jade hairpin on his head that was styled into a boy's bun. His black hair hung lightly on the back of his head, his sword-shaped eyebrows were flying, and his bright moon lips were narrowed. He was looking at the noisy lobby through the window lattice.
"This young master has been waiting for a long time. Should you bring them up one by one for him to choose, or come up together?" A man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks walked in with a smile on his face.
"No need." The man in purple robe slowly turned around, glanced at him indifferently, then turned back to look out the window, and pointed at one of the women kneeling on the stage in the center of the lobby, "Just bring her here!"
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Soon, people were brought up.
Leng Qisu sat in front of the case, quietly looking at the woman kneeling in front of him with her eyes lowered and her head trembling, her thin lips curled slightly, "Mute?"
He had just observed for a long time that all the women in the lobby were vying to recommend him, but she was the only one who had been huddled there silently.
The woman raised her head and rubbed her clothes nervously with both hands. After a while, she gently shook her head.
"No?" Leng Qisu's eyes flashed slightly, he lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, "It's okay if it's not, what's your name?"
The woman was startled, slowly raised her eyes, glanced at him secretly, and suddenly met his gaze. She was so frightened that she hurriedly lowered her eyes, her face turned pale, she pursed her lips, and then said timidly: "Slave... slave Mo. …makeup”
"Mo Zhuang?" Leng Qisu tapped his index finger on the table and stared at her, his dark eyes like a deep pool: "Why don't you promote yourself like them? Don't you want to find a good family as soon as possible?"
"Slave..." The woman's body was trembling more and more violently, "Slave, I'm clumsy. I don't... don't know how to sell it?"
"Are you a local?"
The woman shook her head.
"Are your parents still safe?"
The woman still shook her head.
"Can you read?"
The woman continued to shake her head.
"So, I bought it!" Leng Qisu stood up, walked gracefully in front of her, slowly bent down and leaned into her ear, "Remember, from now on, you are Li Fei, the adopted daughter of General Li Fei. Mozhuang!"
The woman was shocked and didn't seem to understand what he meant, but she did understand the word 'bought'. She was stunned for a moment, then fell to the ground with tears in her eyes, "Thank you, sir!"
An imperceptible smile appeared on the little face buried deep in the ground.
(End of chapter)