Journey to Seek Past Reincarnations Chapter 3: A-Ra-be Harem

Olaiye asked the slaves in the palace to take me to rest first. I am also exhausted, I just want to wash off the dust all over my body first. There is a dedicated bathing area next to my room. The bathing facilities of Al-Arab seem to be not inferior to that of ancient Egypt. The floor of the bathroom is covered with ornate tiles, the interior walls are inlaid with white marble slabs, and there are many small round glass windows around the roof to let the light in. There is a pool in the house, and in the center of the pool, there is a fountain that sprays hot water and emits steam, making the whole room very warm.

I accidentally saw my face in the bronze mirror, and suddenly understood why that Arab man kept calling me ugly just now. I saw that the woman in the mirror was unkempt, her head was covered with sand, her face was also gray, and even her eyebrows had turned yellow. It turned out to be like this, and I couldn't help but feel relieved.

After taking a beautiful bath, I also changed into Persian women's clothing, and then looked in the mirror, and finally restored my original appearance...

Actually, when I think about it, my luck this time is really not so good. If I hadn't met O'Leiye, how could I have such enjoyment, maybe I was still struggling in the yellow sand, I suddenly thought of that rookie lamp god, did he really come with me?

"Little lamp?" I called out tentatively.

I saw a wisp of white smoke rising, and the smiling boy soon appeared.

"Master, did you summon me? Is there anything I can do for the little lamp?"

"What can you do?" I looked at him helplessly, "Have you heard of King Solomon's seventy-two pillars?"

Xiao Deng's smile seemed to froze for a moment, and he paused, "I know."

"Aren't they all powerful?" I continued to ask, without paying attention to the strangeness that flashed across his face.

"Yeah." He hesitated.

I just wanted to ask him about the deal between O'Laier and the Demon King, but then I thought that he had been sealed for a long time, so the news must be very closed, so it was useless to ask.

There was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door.

"Little light, flash!" As soon as I finished speaking, a female slave came in with a silver tray. I saw that it was the slave girl who brought me in just now. She was fair-skinned and clear-cut, like a Greek.

"Dear guest, Her Royal Highness has specially prepared Sikbaji, Liangfaluzai and Zididinglu for you." She smiled and put the plate on the low table inlaid with ebony and tortoiseshell superior.

Sikba only? Cold faru slaughter only? What is it? I took a closer look and it turned out to be stew and honey cake.

"Thank you." I smiled at her. She was obviously surprised by my attitude.

"I'm Xiaoyin from Tang Dynasty, how about you? You look like you're from Greece, right?"

She froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "My name is Haimani, and I am indeed from Greece."

The atmosphere between us gradually became more relaxed. While eating, I lost no time in asking her something. "His Royal Highness Princess and Prince Highness are so beautiful, their mother must be beautiful too."

"The two highnesses are half-siblings. The mother of the princess is a Yemeni, and the mother of the prince is a Greek." A gleam of light flashed in her eyes.

It turns out that they are of the same father and half mother, no wonder the two have such a big difference in appearance, but no one is surprised that the princess suddenly becomes beautiful?

"Your Royal Highness is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." I paused, "If she is so beautiful, I will die in peace."

She laughed and said: "Our princess has been blessed by God, and it is a miracle of God."

"A miracle from God?" I showed curiosity on my face.

She hesitated for a moment and lowered her voice, "Actually, the appearance of the princess was not like this before."

My heart skipped a beat and here comes the important part.

"The princess used to be troubled by her appearance, but half a year ago, a messenger of God suddenly came, saying that the princess's character and prayers moved God, and he bestowed the princess with unparalleled beauty in the name of God. Appearance."

"The Messenger of God?" If I guessed correctly, the so-called Messenger of God is the devil.

"The princess has always been kind and gentle, all of us are happy for her, thank God, she finally married her beloved."

"What? She's married?" I was taken aback.

Hai Manni suddenly pursed her lips mysteriously, and said, "Do you know why Her Royal Highness treats you so well, because the princess' husband-in-law is from the Tang Kingdom."

"What... what?" I almost jumped up in surprise, the princess's husband turned out to be Chinese! I'm dizzy, I'm dizzy, what a surprise!

"You should rest early, I will come back tomorrow morning." Haimani stopped this topic, said a few farewell words to me, and left the room.

Lying on the black iron frame bed with hollow cast flowers, looking at the Persian tapestry on the wall, I breathed a sigh of relief, and finally got a general understanding of the ins and outs. It's just that O'Leiye's husband is actually Chinese, which is beyond my expectation.

"What kind of demon king is it?" I murmured.

"It's Liujia." The sudden voice startled me, and when I raised my eyes, a small lamp was flying in front of me. Yes, he was floating around.

"Hey, don't be so scary, okay, I won't call you in the future, you are not allowed to come out!" I glared at him, "Who is Liu Jia? You know about this? Aren't you sealed?"

"Being sealed doesn't mean I don't know what's going on outside." He floated lightly to my side.

"Don't float around in front of my eyes, I feel dizzy." I paused, and then asked, "Liu Jia, are you one of the seventy-two demon kings?"

"Well, among the twelve levels of demon kings, Liu Jia is a marquis belonging to the sixth level. He commands thirty evil spirit legions and has the ability to see through objects, change human shapes, and awaken human desires. However, He can only see human females."

The sixth level is really a difficult devil to deal with. I think I can't even deal with a twelfth-level familiar. I thought for a while, "You mean he can't see human males?"

Little Lamp nodded.

"Look, Xiaodeng, you know a lot, who said you're useless." I didn't expect Xiaodeng to know so much about those demon kings.

He looked up at me, twitched the corner of his mouth, and smiled sweetly, "I like Master so much."

"Ah, no, no need," the corner of my mouth began to twitch again, "By the way, you are attached to something of mine."

He pointed to my crystal necklace and said: "Here, I wanted to attach it to your necklace, but the owner's necklace seems a little strange, so I can't attach it."

I was stunned for a moment, touched the necklace, and said: "This necklace contains the water of the Santu River in the underworld."

"The river water in the underworld? Then the master must have mixed his own blood. If he hadn't mixed his own blood, this necklace wouldn't be able to be worn." He smiled.

Mixed your own blood? This necklace is not mixed with my blood. Although I was a little puzzled, I nodded because I was too lazy to explain.

"Xiaodeng, I'm going to sleep, let's dodge!" As soon as my words fell, Xiaodeng disappeared immediately, and I couldn't help laughing out loud, this is a true dodger.

Maybe I was too tired. When I woke up, it was already dawn. The warm sunlight filled the whole room, and the scorching wind unique to the desert floated into the room with the fragrance of flowers. After breakfast, I changed into a purple Persian dress and walked around the garden. This garden is full of red, yellow and white roses. I heard that in the Abbasid dynasty, only the caliph's palace could grow roses, and ordinary civilians were not eligible to enjoy this kind of flowers.

Suddenly there were rustling sounds in the rose bushes, and a figure stood up from the bushes.

He turned around slowly, and I let out an "ah" in surprise.

The man in front of him is handsome and elegant, exuding a gentle and refined temperament. Although he is wearing Arab clothing, his appearance and temperament are definitely not from Arab, but more like Chinese.

"You are the woman O'Leary brought yesterday, right? Yang Li is also from Tang Dynasty." He smiled gently and spoke the Chinese I was familiar with.

"You are the princess's husband?" I immediately thought of that.

He nodded, with a wider smile on his lips, a bit dazzling in the sun.

"Leaving!" A crisp voice came over, I looked back and saw that Princess O'Leye was coming. Her long Persian dress highlighted her graceful figure. Although she was covered with a veil, she couldn't hide it Hold her moving eyes like autumn water. Hey, isn't that annoying arrogant prince next to her?

"Li, you are playing with flowers and plants here again." O'Leiye gave Yang Li a loving look, then looked at me carefully with some surprise, and said, "Xiao Yin, is it you? I can't believe that Xiaoyin is also a beauty after seeing your appearance."

"Where..." I said a few words modestly, secretly proud in my heart, and glanced at Prince Harlan intentionally or unintentionally.

Harlan's eyes flashed a hint of sarcasm, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"It's getting late, it's time for me to go to the paper mill." Yang Li looked at O'Leary with a smile.

"Well, come back early." O'Leye stared at him reluctantly.

"By the way, this is for you." Yang Li stretched out his hand to O'Leiye, and only then did I notice that Yang Li was holding a few budding roses in his hand, O'Leiye was obviously very happy, He reached out and took Rose.

A beautiful rose, and there are no thorns on the rose branches.

I can't help but look at Yang Li with admiration, such a gentle and considerate man, it's no wonder that O'Leary falls in love with him so much. However, it seems that a long time ago, someone did the same thing to me...

The figure of Sanatesi and the white rose outside the castle under the moonlight suddenly appeared in my mind.

"Cough, cough, sister, brother-in-law, there seems to be someone else here." There was a hint of teasing in Harlan's eyes. Only then did Yang Li bid farewell to O'Leiye and leave.

Looking at their love, and thinking about their future ending, I can't help but feel a little sad. But when I thought that I came here to prevent the tragedy, I felt happy again, but it seemed that there was more pressure.

After Yang Li left, I learned from O'Laier that Yang Li came from a famous family. Just settle down. He brought Chinese papermaking technology here, and opened a huge paper mill here, supplying paper for the entire Baghdad area and even West Asia. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is extremely rich.

I can imagine that a rich, handsome, gentle and considerate young handsome man must be favored by many girls here.

I suddenly understood why the princess would pay such a high price to win his heart, but this Yang Li, like most men, really cares so much about appearance?

"By the way, Xiaoyin, why don't I take you out of the palace today to have a good time in Baghdad." O'Leary's proposal also moved me a little.

I just nodded when I saw a black-skinned female slave hurried over and whispered a few words beside Olaiye. An elusive look flashed in O'laiye's eyes, he nodded, and said to me again: "I'm sorry, Xiao Yin, I suddenly have something to do, I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you today."

"Well, it's okay." I smiled.

"Then you stay in the palace first, I will come to you later." O'Leiye left after finishing speaking.

Seeing her walk away, I turned around and suddenly found that there was another person here——Harlan.

"Why are you still here?" I said angrily.

"Put on your veil!" Harlan glanced at me and said coldly.

"None of your business!"

"This is the royal palace, I'm afraid your ugly face will scare others." He spoke in a completely mocking tone.

I took a deep breath, this man's aesthetics are distorted and sick, don't be as knowledgeable as him. I rolled his eyes at him and didn't retaliate. Good women don't fight with men.

"Not wearing it yet?" He emphasized his tone.

"I'm afraid of suffocation." I said coldly, then turned around and walked to my room. Or two words, patience. I didn't expect to meet such an annoying person on this mission, but that's good, don't I hope so, at least when I leave, I won't be sad anymore.

After staying in the room for a while, I feel a little bored, and the active factors in my body start to move around again, why don't I take this opportunity to take a good look at the palace.

I opened the door and started wandering around the huge palace. In the gorgeous palace, slaves of various skin colors kept shuttling, including female slaves and eunuchs similar to Chinese eunuchs. I was secretly surprised by the number . Of course, no one noticed me, and before I knew it, I didn't know where I had gone...

Walking and walking, I faintly heard a woman's voice coming from nowhere, it seemed that there were many voices mixed together, but it was as soft as the humming of cicadas, like a kind of ethereal existence. I couldn't help being a little curious, so I searched for the sound, and stopped in front of a luxuriously decorated gate. The sound should come from inside, and listening carefully, there seemed to be the sound of water.

I hesitated for a while, but I still couldn't resist the impetus of curiosity, and gently pushed the door open.

The other side of the door, but the fairy world?

I stared wide-eyed, looking at the scene in front of me in disbelief.

A beautiful courtyard appeared in front of me. The courtyard was lush green, violets and frangipani were in full bloom, and the water waves flowed in the huge open-air pool paved with snow-white marble. Under the sun, it exudes a crystal luster, violets, frangipani, vines, entwined, full of enchanting feeling similar to a female body. Under the vines, beside the pool, there are beauties' couches one after another, and the colorful tulle and satin are pouring down like flowing water.

But what surprised me was not these, but the many graceful and charming beauties of all skin colors in this courtyard, including white, black, brown, and wheat-colored, almost covering all races beauties. Some of them are bathing in the pool, revealing their plump and **** bodies; some are chatting with each other, some are combing their long hair, some are meditating, and some are reclining on the couch, enjoying the aroma massage of the female slave. There was a strong extravagant and coquettish atmosphere in the air, but most of the women's faces almost revealed a melancholy and bewildered expression.

Could it be, could this be the legendary A-Ra-be Harem?

"Hey, there's a new person here?" A beautiful woman with snow-skinned skin opened her mouth, and all eyes immediately focused on me.

"Hug, I'm sorry... let's go, I went wrong." I stammered back, quickly closed the door, walked a few steps in a hurry, turned out of the corridor of the palace, leaned against the wall and took a deep breath After a few clicks, let yourself calm down. There are so many beauties, not to mention the Caliphate, I am about to have a nosebleed...

"Ugly, why are you here?" As soon as I heard this, I knew who it was, and when I looked up, it was indeed Harlan. He glanced at me, then glanced in the direction of the harem, and said, "See?"

I nodded and said, "Many, so many beauties... There are hundreds of them, right?"

"Hundreds of dollars?" He raised his eyebrows amusedly, and said, "There are at least four thousand women raised by my father in this harem, and what you see is probably only a part of it."

"Four, four thousand?" My tongue started to tie up. "Four thousand, even one per day, three hundred and sixty-five days in a year, three hundred and sixty-five in a year, then it will take more than ten years to be spoiled..." I counted with my fingers unknowingly . "How can I bear it..." I murmured.

He coughed to cover up a chuckle, and then glanced at me like an idiot, "One a day, you underestimate us Arab men too much." He laughed.

"That means several a day? It's just a stallion." I gave him a glare.

"Stallion?"

"A stud horse..." I muttered under my breath.

"What did you say!" He obviously heard my words, his expression changed, and he grabbed my wrist.

"Hey, what are you doing!" I panicked, this man also has genetic factors to become a stallion, I don't want to suffer.

He seemed to see what I was thinking, a sneer flashed in his falcon-like eyes, he lowered his head, "Don't worry, I will never be interested in ugly monsters like you." After finishing speaking, he let go I, turn around and leave.

"Wait a minute!" I called to stop him.

He tilted his head slightly and paused.

"Smelly Owl, I have tolerated you for a long time. Do you think you are handsome? If you can be called handsome at your level, there will be no ugly monsters in the world. It's just that the five senses are still there. I don't know if there are any. What's worthy of stinking. Who is the ugly one! Did I provoke you? Your eyes are sick, your aesthetics are distorted, and it's disgusting to drag you like this!" I finally couldn't help it, and let it out, comfortable too much.

He turned around, first surprised, then a flash of anger flashed across his face, and then he smiled maliciously, arrogant, how fast he changed his face.

His gaze stayed on my chest, and he sneered: "The most basic condition for a beautiful woman in the eyes of an Arab man is that her chest should be like a pomegranate, and her buttocks should be plump enough, what about you?" When I answered, he snorted coldly, laughed and walked forward.

Breast like a pomegranate? I sneaked a glance at my chest, cold sweat started to break out on my forehead, pomegranate? It seems that the difference is too far... The orange is about the same, no, it is still bigger than the orange. Alas, what am I thinking...

This man's aesthetic vision is shallow enough! It doesn't matter if you don't listen to the words of a man with no taste.

I hate this arrogant Arab man more and more... especially hate his mocking eyes...

In a blink of an eye, I have lived in the palace for ten days. Although the palace is very comfortable, I haven't forgotten the mission of coming here, and I really want to know how the deal between O'Reilly and the Demon King is. But Si Yin repeatedly reminded me not to provoke those demon kings, and I didn't act rashly for the time being. On the contrary, he gradually became familiar with Yang Li. Because their new palace is not yet finished, they live here temporarily.

When I see him every day, he is so handsome and elegant, many times stronger than that arrogant prince. I understand why O'Reilly chose a Chinese as her husband, A-A-A-B man, aside...

"Yang Li, can I ask a presumptuous question?" Seeing that he was carefully pulling out the thorns from the rose, I blurted out my question.

"What?"

"Do you love her?"

He was obviously taken aback by my direct questioning.

I laughed. Although he is Chinese, he is still an ancient man after all.

He didn't answer me, a gentle smile appeared on his lips, "I have her in my heart."

He is an ancient man after all, so subtle, but with these few words, I can still feel his heartfelt love.

"Then, are you attracted by her appearance? I'm sorry, I may be too rude, but..."

He laughed again and said, "It is undeniable that she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

"Then if she wasn't so beautiful, would you fall in love with her?" I couldn't help thinking, if Yang Li saw the original princess, would he still fall in love with her?

He froze for a moment, as if he had never thought about this answer.

"By the way, have you ever thought about bringing Princess O'Leye back to Tang Dynasty?" I changed the subject again.

His expression suddenly dimmed, and a trace of lost expression disappeared for a moment, and when he looked up again, there was a gentle smile as always. "Maybe I will go back in the future." There seemed to be a hint of helplessness in his tone.

There seems to be something unspeakable hidden under his smile, I am a little puzzled, could it be related to O'Leary's secret?