Sheng Qianmo had nothing to shy away from: "Yes."
Hearing this, Sheng Zhiyu couldn't help but "tsk", "Okay, fourth brother!"
In fact, Sheng Zhiyu just went to Sheng Palace to have a look, and did not really think that Sheng Qianmo would put a female slave in his palace. But when he arrived at Sheng Palace, he was stunned .
From a distance, he saw a girl wearing a pink-green skirt squatting in the flower clusters at the foot of the stone steps. Her hands were still shackles, holding things in the sand and soil, her white and tender fingers falling. On the soil, it always felt like her hands were getting dirty.
The girl lowered her head and couldn't see her expression clearly, but her profile looked clean from the side, and she looked very quiet and well-behaved when she was squatting on something like that. The setting sun shone through the gaps between the trees, casting bright broken shadows on her body, and dyed her black and soft hair with a touch of golden yellow, slightly dazzling her eyes.
Such a scene naturally fell into Sheng Qianmo's eyes. He stood not far away, squinting his eyes slightly and looking at Shu Nuan quietly.
However, Sheng Zhiyu was dumbfounded and whispered in a low voice: "Fourth brother, did you really bring someone into your palace?"
Sheng Qianmo ignored him and walked over.
Shu Nuan soon heard the footsteps, looked up and saw that Sheng Qianmo was back. He quickly stood up, patted his dirty hands, and saluted him: "Your Majesty."
"What are you planting?" Sheng Qianmo's eyes fell on her lightly, but Shu Nuan lowered his head, and he frowned slightly, "Look up."
Shu Nuan then raised his head, looked at Sheng Qianmo and said, "Ruan Yinghua, I don't know if I can grow it..."
Sheng Qianmo's face turned cold after hearing her words, "Do I allow you to plant flowers here?"
Shu Nuan looked at him, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and she knelt down in front of him. But before her knees touched the ground, he raised his hand to hold her slender waist. Then, Shu Nuan heard a sound coming from above her head. The man smiled lowly, "Are you scared?"
Shu Nuan tremblingly raised her head from his arms, her dark eyes still twitching uneasily. At this time, Sheng Qianmo raised his finger to wipe away a bit of dirt on the tip of her nose, let her go, and said lightly: "You can plant it if you want. Plant it."
Just as he was talking, Sheng Zhiyu came over from behind and called out, "Fourth brother, it's not good to bully a little girl in front of me, isn't it?"
Only then did Shu Nuan notice Sheng Zhiyu's presence, but he didn't know how to call him, so he subconsciously looked at the man beside him. Sheng Qianmo said with a faint smile: "Call the Fifth Prince."
Shu Nuan nodded and saluted Sheng Zhiyu, "I have met the Fifth Prince."
Listening to the little girl's soft voice and such a well-behaved and petite appearance, Sheng Zhiyu seemed to understand why the fourth brother was interested in a little slave.
However, he still found it unbelievable. Although this little girl looked quite lovely, as long as Sheng Qianmo opened his mouth, what kind of woman could he want? Is it necessary to touch a slave
While they were talking about things in the palace, Sheng Zhiyu sat down and couldn't help but said "Tsk", "Fourth brother, I thought you had been abstinent for so many years and didn't plan to eat meat anymore. It turns out you like this delicate type, do you want it?" Can I find a few more like this for you?"
In Sheng Zhiyu's view, of the same type, northern women are better, not to mention that the fourth brother seems to be quite interested in this little slave girl, and it is not as simple as sexual intercourse.