Stunning female slave, princess of troubled times

"Nuo Qing, why are you in a daze?" Qian He whispered, her beautiful eyes were full of blame.

A Nuo smiled embarrassedly, "I was distracted, I didn't see it!"

Na Muhan was wondering why the man didn't kneel, but at a glance, he was the only man standing quietly in the crowd, wearing a simple Han men's attire, but why did that figure look familiar?He inadvertently frowned, and was about to ask someone to bring him but suddenly saw him kneeling down.

"The prince of Peking is a thousand years old!"

Someone shouted loudly, and then a group of ordinary people shouted spontaneously.All of a sudden, the three shouts drowned out the pounding drums and gongs.

Na Muhan narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking about the figure of that person just now.So familiar, standing quietly, as if he was the only one in the world.Suddenly a face appeared in his mind, he was slightly stunned, and then felt something was wrong.That person was clearly wearing men's clothes, although he looked a little petite.

Men's clothes, petite... He grabbed the reins and turned over to get off the horse.He strode towards the place where Arnold was standing just now, and the attendants behind him panicked and followed closely.

Arnold lowered his head, trying to make himself appear non-existent.Opening and closing his mouth, he shouted "Prince Beiping, thousand years old" together with the other common people. Qianhe beside him was also extremely obedient, but occasionally he would secretly raise his head to look at everything on the royal road.

"coming."

"What?" A Nuo asked casually, but the voice in her ear stopped suddenly, but what she said was very prominent in the suddenly quiet environment.

Qian He pulled the corner of her clothes, she slowly raised her head, a pair of exquisite boots were two steps away from her.Above the leather boots was a gorgeous purple python robe.Her body trembled involuntarily, and even more humbly withdrew her gaze and lowered her head.

God, don't let Na Muhan find her, don't let Na Muhan find her.A Nuo kept praying in his heart, his eyes looked at his nose and he didn't dare to move a bit.

"Amur..." His voice was warm and sounded very comfortable.

Hearing these three words, Arnold tried his best not to tremble.A fine layer of sweat rolled up on his forehead, and his heart was pounding even more.

"Bold, don't hesitate to raise your head and answer when the lord calls you." The welcoming officials saw that Muhan stopped and hurriedly followed, and one of the fat men who wanted to curry favor reprimanded him without hesitation.

A group of officials looked at each other in blank dismay. They also saw a commoner kneeling and hesitating at that moment.Originally thought that the prince would not care about a small commoner, but now it seems that the prince does not intend to let the small commoner go.

A Nuo refuses to admit it to the death, what she holds is the idea that she is not Amur at all.What Namuhan was calling was Amur, as long as she didn't stand up, it proved that she didn't know who Namuhan was calling.

There was a depressing silence in the air, and everyone around did not dare to make a sound.Na Muhan took another step forward, and the kneeling people on both sides hurriedly moved their knees to get out of the way.

"Amur..." He shouted again, with a hint of anger in his warm voice.He has a pair of eyes that are very similar to real gold, and the dark brown pupils reflect the petite figure kneeling on the ground.

"Bold, come and tie this man up for me." The fawning official behind him ordered, and two officers and soldiers immediately stepped forward to do it.