"Yes." Jiang Yuyu nodded happily.

He Lianye smiled softly, "That's okay, come, let me explain to you."

As he spoke, he pointed to the line of words on the paper, and "explained" in a beautiful tone, "These words mean that you will work as a servant girl in Prince Jing's Mansion in the future, with five taels of silver per month and full board and lodging."

Jiang Yuyu looked at the piece of paper with a sincere face that clearly stated the lifelong contract of selling himself without paying a penny, and smiled naively, "So much money."

"If you agree, just make a fingerprint." He Lianye didn't believe that she was illiterate, and waited with great interest to see how she would end up.

"Okay!" Jiang Yuyu agreed happily, put his hand on the ink cartridge, and then happily pressed his whole hand on the contract of sale he had just written.

pia!There was an ink-colored palm print on the paper, which almost completely covered the contents of the contract of sale.

Before anyone else could speak, she suddenly sighed angrily, "Oh, I pressed the wrong button!"

Then he put his hand on the ink cartridge again and picked it up again, this time, he patted Helianye's arm firmly.

"It's all right this time!" She showed a relieved smile when she was done.

Of course, the smile was still blank.

"You, what are you doing!" He Yan was so shocked that his face turned green.

"Make a mark! Otherwise, I can't remember which one is the prince. What should I do if I think I am working in another palace?"

"You...can you admit that you're wrong?" Nonsense!The alluring appearance of their lords is deeply imprinted in their hearts at a glance, how could they not remember clearly!

He Yan said fiercely, "Tell me, why can you admit your mistake!" He probably meant to beat her up if she couldn't tell the reason.

As an "honest" child with "unresponsiveness", Jiang Yuyu seemed to be caught by his question. After thinking about it for a long time, Jiang Yuyu raised his small face stupidly, "Because I am honest."

"..." A cavity of anger was stalked in his chest like this, his emotions were too suppressed, He Yan wished he could beat his chest and cry loudly.

It's so evil, why every time I talk to this silly girl, I always feel like I'm about to choke to death?

Considering his temperament, He Yan decided to ignore Jiang Yuyu for the time being, but when he turned his head to look at his master again, the corners of his mouth began to twitch again.

Calm down, calm down, and think about the best, at least Jiang Yuyu's black palm print was on the prince's sleeve, so she didn't take the opportunity to touch the prince's face.

Seeing his gratified eyes clearly, Jiang Yuyu calmly began to wash his hands.

Tsk, she wouldn't take the opportunity to touch his face, what's so great about a beautiful boy, she didn't want to touch anyone except her husband.

Unfortunately, she doesn't have a husband yet.

If you really stay in ancient times and can't go back, the relationship problem may be difficult to solve...

These men are used to three wives and four concubines. It must be very difficult to find a man who is willing to promise to hold his hand and grow old with his son.

With a lot of ink on her hands, she washed her hands calmly and seriously while thinking about this issue.

But such a scene made Uncle He find an excuse and left immediately.

He's old, he can't be stimulated all the time...

He Yan was sad and angry again, and he was not allowed to maintain his temperament!

In contrast, Helian Ye was much calmer, with that intoxicating elegant smile still on the corner of his mouth, he reminded her slowly, "Miss Jiu, this is my teacup."

Jiang Yuyu looked down at the tea cup he was using to wash his hands, and raised his head in a daze, "I didn't snatch it from you."

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