Fatemei waved her hand, making her warrior take two steps back, then brushed away Yan Qi's sword with the fan in her hand, walked up to Ling Qingyu, picked her chin with her slender fingers, and smiled with her eyes, saying: " I like you."
Ling Qingyu's chin was raised, and he looked at Lamu. Lamu clicked twice and said, "She said she likes you."
Fatemei put down her fingers and took the bracelet from the servant, then picked up Ling Qingyu's hand and put it on, then kissed the back of that hand lightly, dragged her hand and left.
Ahh? Is this asking Wan Jin to buy me? Ling Qingyu was still in a daze, but Yan San's dagger was already out of its sheath and aimed at Fatmey's neck.
Yan San's sword was as fast as lightning, and it was about to cut a bloody gash between Fatmei's neck.
"No!" Ling Qingyu said anxiously. Kill Fatmey and they really can't leave.
Yan San's sword faltered a little, and a scimitar stretched out from behind Fatmei, separated his sword with a clang, and then fought with him.
Surrounded by people, Fatmey still held Ling Qingyu's hand tightly so that the two of them were almost stuck together. Yan San's sword strokes were like the wind, and his strokes killed him, but that person was not weak at all. Not only blocked his moves, but also had some unexpected counterattacks.
"Stop hitting, Lamu, tell her that I am willing to visit her." Ling Qingyu said to Lamu.
Hearing what Ram said, Fatmey called out, and the man who fought Yan San blocked Yan San's sword, retreated, and still stood behind Fatmey, and Yan San also took him away. The sword retreated behind Ling Qingyu.
Ling Qingyu glanced at the man who fought Yan San with dozens of moves. It was a young man with honey skin, who stood behind Fatme with his head down and covered all his breath, like a shadow.
"Su Hexiang, Huanglian, go to the boat to get a few horses of red silk, and then send them to the lord's mansion. Remember, don't bring too many people." Ling Qingyu said to Su Hexiang.
Fatmey waited for her to finish speaking, then smiled and pulled her to walk towards his step. The warriors on both sides stepped back a few steps and let Yan San and the others follow behind.
Seeing that Ling Qingyu refused to lie down, Fatmei let her sit, leaned on her chest, stroked her face, and then gave a few orders.
Buyu was lifted up steadily, several servants had already left first, and a group of people headed out of Aizab city in mighty manner.
Not far from Aizab, there is a palace, half in Arabic style and half in ancient Egyptian style, with white marble steps built along the river, and then several halls hung with light gauze.
One of the halls closest to the river has already set up cushions, and servants shuttled through it, arranging fruit dishes, and the river was full of water lilies, and the dark fragrance floated.
This is not the Nile River valley, it must have taken a lot of effort to make it look like this.
Seeing Ling Qingyu's curious expression, Fatmey laughed, and suddenly raised his body to kiss her on the face. Ling Qingyu was stunned for a moment, and his face turned red. This was the first time she was kissed by a woman in so many years. Ah, mom doesn't count!
Fortunately, Fatmey became honest again and just touched her hand and muttered to himself.
When they arrived in front of the palace, they got off the bus. Fatmey still dragged Ling Qingyu into the palace. Tables, chairs and chairs had been arranged in the hall. His Highness knelt and sat many musicians. When they saw Fatmey, they all bent over on the ground.
Fatemel took Ling Qingyu to sit next to him, and leaned against her limply. With a wave of his hand, the music below rang out.
Yan San Yan Qi Yang Zhao stood outside the palace, looking at the palace, the two women were smiling and leaning together (actually it was just Fatmei leaning on Ling Qingyu) feeding each other, or chuckling a little Sound, that appearance is as ambiguous as possible, and everyone's complexion is not very good.
Ling Qingyu complained in her heart, but the food that Fatmei fed her could be as sweet as it wanted, oh my god! She hates eating such sweet and greasy things the most! But seeing the layers of warriors around the palace, he endured his nausea and ate another piece.
"I can kill five." Ram gritted his teeth.
"Five." Sanjay didn't learn many words in Dazhou, and his words were generally concise.
"Five." Ye Shiyi also said.
Yang Zhao glanced around, saw that there were swords shining behind the tree palace, there were always hundreds of guards here, and most importantly, there was another person beside the woman who could confront Yan San with dozens of moves A man who does not show defeat.
"Fight?" Yan Qi asked.
Yan San and Yang Zhao were silent, they both looked at the man who had been kneeling behind Fatmei at the same time, this was just a shot, if there were a few masters like him, it would only hurt Ling Qingyu. "Lord Philip, please see me." A servant's voice came from outside.
Fatme frowned, and sat up a little bit. She is the lord of Aizab, but Feili is the mayor of Aizab sent by the king, so he should give him some face.
The slovenly Egyptian who was still drunk yesterday, appeared today with the demeanor of a flamboyant elder, saluted Fatme in a serious manner, and then sat in the seat next to him in a serious manner.
Ling Qingyu shook his head, pointing at the man speechless.
"Hello Miss Ling." Feili greeted Ling Qingyu elegantly and politely. This sentence was the only big Zhou dialect he learned yesterday.
Then Feili and Fatemei started talking, Ling Qingyu didn't understand a word of what they were talking about, but seeing Temei's complexion became very bad at the beginning, so she gently tugged on her clothes unconsciously.
As soon as she pulled, Fatmey's face immediately turned into aggrieved, and she hugged her neck and wept.
What is the situation? Ling Qingyu stared at Fei Li dumbfounded, Fei Li frowned unconsciously, and said a long list to Fatmey.
"Okay, this old man is the mayor of Aizab. He told the woman that our master is a great businessman from Dazhou. He is someone the king ordered to treat him well. He asked Fatmey not to be self-willed." Ram laughed. said the translator.
Ling Qingyu patted the woman who was very beautiful when she was crying in her arms, well, she has never been good at women, not to mention such a beautiful woman who cried so cutely, just in the corner of her eyes, she saw He Li holding a few red horses, and hurriedly beckoned him to come in .
Seeing Feili nodding, the servant next to him moved away to let He Li go up the steps of the palace, and then someone took the red Luo from his hand and put it beside Ling Qingyu.
"Fatme, Fatme," Ling Qingyu patted her and told her to sit up, then picked up the red silk and shook it lightly, and the colorful sara, which was as light as smoke, filled the hall.
Fatmey's eyes lit up.
"For you." Seeing that she didn't understand, Ling Qingyu said to Ram from a distance: "Tell her that this is for her, and I am willing to be friends with her."
Ram walked up the steps of the palace and said to Fateme: "His Royal Highness, our master said that she also wants to be friends with you very much. These red flowers are a gift from her to show her heart."
Fatemey said a few words, then looked at Ling Qingyu eagerly.
"The princess said, I hope you can stay in Aizhabu, she will treat you like her own sister." Ram translated, and then thought to herself, sister? This looks like a sister
"I can't stay here. My family is in Dazhou, so I naturally want to go home, but next time I come, I will definitely come and see her." Ling Qingyu smiled.
After Ram translated, Fatme pouted, and Fei Li said from the side: "Your Highness, the trade with Dazhou is very important to our kingdom. If the princess keeps her here, who will go back and run the boat?" What about it? Princess, please don’t be willful anymore.”
"But, she's so cute, so cute!" Fateme said to Fili.
Fei Li looked at Ling Qingyu, tall and tall, with a hearty smile, both feminine and masculine, it is both male and female, and it is no wonder that Ren Fatmei is patient and forbearing when he eats tofu Fatme refused to let go, this is her favorite mouth!
"Princess Fatme! Her Highness Aragorn is coming back soon, are you sure you want to keep her?" Fili coughed and used his trump card.
Fateme immediately fell silent, pouted and looked at Fili sadly. Seeing that he was still smiling, he guessed that Aragorn was indeed coming back. Thinking of the vinegar jar, he sighed unconsciously and said to Ling Qingyu: "Then Would you like to stay a few more days? Stay with me more."
After listening to Lahm's translation, and receiving Fei Li's vigorous wink from the corner of his eyes, Ling Qingyu smiled and said: "There are still a lot of goods on the ship to sell. How about I come to accompany you when I have time next time?"
After Ram translated, seeing that Fatme still wanted to say something, Feili coughed and said, "Princess Fatme, I have received information that His Royal Highness Aragorn will be able to arrive at Aizab tonight. His Highness Musa will also be there tomorrow." return."
"How could it be over so quickly?" Fateme asked in puzzlement. Aragorn still said that the place Musa went to ended so quickly
"It is said that His Majesty Musa heard that His Highness Aragorn is coming back." Fei Li raised his eyebrows at her and said with an expression that you understand.
"You still have a lot of goods to sell, so go back as soon as possible." Fatemei stood up, pulled Ling Qingyu up, and said, "If you want to help, you can ask Fei Li, or my long history."
Although she didn't understand what she said, Ling Qingyu still realized that this was letting her go, and said happily: "Thank you."
Fateme took Ling Qingyu's hand and walked out of the palace gate.
She didn't sit on the bus, and talked to Ling Qingyu all the way, pointing to the gorgeous palace and exquisite gardens on both sides from time to time, Ling Qingyu also nodded with a smile.
The two walked all the way to the palace gate in a good atmosphere, when suddenly a low cry of pain came from the side.
As soon as Fatme's face changed, the servants on both sides jumped out and pushed the flowers aside the road.
There was a small open space behind the bushes, and several pillars were erected. At this time, an eleven or twelve-year-old blond boy was tied to the middle pillar. here.
Fatme said a word coldly, and another servant stepped forward.
Yan San couldn't bear to see La Mu's expression, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Stake." Ram said softly.
Ling Qingyu heard it, and thought it wasn't the stake sentence I knew about, right? But he saw the servant coming over from the side with a wooden stick, one end of which had been sharpened.
The servant drove the wooden stake into the ground, then untied the young man from the stake, spread his legs apart, aimed his back hole at the point of the sharp stick, and was about to insert it.
"Wait." Ling Qingyu couldn't help shouting.
The servant paused momentarily and looked at Fatmey.
Fateme rolled her eyes twice on the faces of the boy and Ling Qingyu, then looked at the people behind her, and said a few words with a smile. The servant listened to her, put the boy down, held him in front of Ram, and threw him away. to him.
Ram took the boy, smiled wryly and said to Ling Qingyu: "Princess said, this boy is for you..." I dare not say the sentence that warms the bed to death.
Ling Qingyu turned back, waved again to Fatmei who was still looking at the gate of the palace, and said to Yang Zhao, "Hurry up."
Yang Zhao clamped his feet, and the sitting horse started to run, and after a while, the palace was completely left behind.