Concubine Raiders: Rebirth As a Queen

Shen Anyan ignored it, and didn't hear it at all, plus she hadn't heard of anything "no son is allowed" at all, just immersed herself in drinking.

Xiaoqian is very interested, because she rarely sees Young Master Burong. Xiaoqian is just fourteen and is still learning. Although she occasionally sells to customers, she will only sell herself next year, and she does not see many customers. The old bustard is also afraid that the guests will watch too much, so he is not interested. If he shows his face a year in advance, the benefactor will like it more next year. So even under one roof, Xiaoqian rarely sees the top sisters, let alone sees son Burong.

The candles were all blown out, and the lights were bright. This made Shen Anyan, who was already drunk and unconscious, a little unhappy. Although she had long lost consciousness, she still had to look up. A beauty lifted off the thick cloth, and a night pearl that he got from somewhere, exudes an elegant misty light. There was no one on the stage in the center, and the son-in-law walked out slowly, his long hair slightly moist, clinging to the delicate skin like porcelain, apparently just after bathing. The suffocating beauty of the eyes will make you intoxicated by just one glance, but the immortal-like man didn't look at anyone, as if he couldn't hold anything in his eyes, and he didn't care about anything.

Perhaps this is the reason why he called "Intolerance".

The snow-white clothes were loosely pulled by a belt, revealing a smooth and perfect chest, but because of the dim light, the look was so unreal, on the contrary, it was more beautiful. The snow-white hands and the long hair that was as smooth as Moyu were all scattered. I see too many people who wear crowns on weekdays, and this kind of unrestrained son is even more novel and surprising.

Shen Anyan was not interested in taking another look at him, raised the flask, and continued to drink.

"The son of his, is beyond beauty." A guest on the second floor praised Mr. Fu Rong.

The son of forbidden son played a piano, his piano sound is euphemistic and continuous, like a mountain spring winding from the valley, flowing slowly. Driven by the quiet like flying catkins, erratic and ethereal finally return to Ning.

In the end, I don't know how long it took, the candles all over the room were lit again, and everyone recovered from their intoxication.

The son-in-law bowed slightly, preparing to retreat.

"liquor……"

Although Shen Anyan's voice is Microsoft, but the son is not allowed to finish playing, the room is silent, and her voice seems very abrupt. After everyone came back to their senses, the general situation is that the son of forbidden son has already retreated.

The son-in-law glanced at Shen Anyan, and there was a female guest. Although novel, the son-in-law didn't stay much, just prepared to leave.

But Shen Anyan supported her body and looked up at Shen Anyan when she looked up from the table.

Everyone followed the eyes of the son-in-law, and saw a female guest.

Shen Anyan is sitting in the turret, with torn clothes and messy hair on her temples, plus this drunk state, she looks like a beggar wandering on the side of the road. So even if many senior officials at the scene knew Shen Anyan, they didn't recognize that this was Shen Anyan.

Unable to hold back the pace, the old bustard came, not allowed to say, "Send this female guest to my room on the third floor."

All four people in the hall were shocked.

First of all, the guests did not expect that there would be a female guest in Huamanlou, and what was unexpected was that they were not allowed to receive this female guest.

The old bustard was even more frightened, and persuaded, "My son, don’t be confused. This female guest, I was greedy for money today, and then let her in. I don’t know who this woman is, but whoever it is, just pick it up. Entering the room, I'm afraid it won't be calmed down."

This woman just came here to find a drink, and the pearl hairpin jewelry she gave herself was not ordinary, so it can be seen that she was not an ordinary person. If you are the wife and concubine of your family, the ragged clothes must be desolate, so it is better to say that using the force of the flowers to find a way to solve this problem, although it will hurt your vitality, it is not a difficult task. After all, this woman came in on her own initiative, and even if she didn't allow her to do nothing, the noble family wouldn't want such a wife or concubine to go to the flower house. It was inevitable to be abandoned. But if the lady of the wealthy family was ruined for nothing before she was out of the cabinet, if the family turned upside down, it would be more fortunate to spend the whole building.

"I have a sense of measure, let's go." The son of Forbidden's voice is ethereal, and there is grace and charm between his gestures.

The old bustard sighed, and went forward to order the woman to go to the third floor. I can only comfort me in my heart, this woman doesn't have a lot of silver, but the jewelry is more expensive, probably the concubine of a rich family.

Shen Anyan was framed in a daze, and she was quite uncomfortable with her drunken dizziness. After a struggle, the two women who had never worked before threw Shen Anyan back to the ground.

"My son, the third floor is too high. We are afraid that it won't work. Let the big brother outside the door come to help." The workers are all outside and won't come into the building. There are a few big and thick men in the flower building, and it is estimated that the guests will not be happy.

"It's okay, I'll come." The son of Tolerance stepped forward, but the seemingly weak son of Tolerance hugged Shen Anyan effortlessly and walked to the third floor regardless of everyone's gaze.

The bright moon was in the sky, the stars were shining, the bells came leisurely, the hazy night slowly faded, and the capital was upset the next day.

When Shen Anyan woke up, it was already three poles of the sun, and all she opened her eyes to touch was a luxuriously decorated place. Shen Anyan frowned slightly, rather disliked such decoration. It was still summer, and the fur was all over the floor. Such good-material fur, without making a big cloak, was spread on the ground.

Shen Anyan felt a little dizzy, she tried to remember to see where it was, only to feel the smell of a strange smell, she raised her head slightly, and saw a pair of desolate eyes.

His eyes are like warm snow that hasn't melted in the spring day, soft, and seemingly unnoticeable.

Shen Anyan was lying on the couch on the tower, across the Babu bed with a veil of green and green double embroidered flowers. Seeing the person, she felt a little familiar for a while, but she couldn't remember who it was.

He leaned on the chaise longue in front of the bed, lazily and casually, his hair was not tied up, but casually draped on his shoulders. After looking at Shen Anyan, he walked towards her. The man didn't wear shoes, stepped on the soft fur on the ground, sinking into the deep fur every step, and there was no sound.

The room is so quiet and weird.

His lips are like warm jade, the corners of his mouth are slightly curved, and his faint smile is like March sunshine, comfortable and cozy, and said, "Wake up."

Shen Anyan finally remembered where she was. Seeing the extravagance revealed by the furnishings here, Shen Anyan got up abruptly, and saw that she was still sleeping in clothes, then she was relieved, and suddenly remembered that this was not what she was wearing yesterday. Clothes...

"Let the girl in the building change it for you. Your clothes are dirty and tattered, but you can't dirty my bed." The man stopped when he was a few steps away from the bed, paused, and said, "Miss Fifth."