However, she also knew that the master she served was not smart. Therefore, I didn't kneel down to plead guilty, but I didn't see the meaning of the other side clearly.

Others are scrambling to climb outside, trying to climb higher. But she doesn't think so. There is nothing bad in the cold palace except for the gloomy point in the evening and the poor living environment. At least it's much safer than the outside. Here, no one will punish her at will, or even kill her in a word.

Those people, what's good about being outside? If you're not careful, you'll have to make a mistake. You can't guarantee that you'll lose your life.

She can see clearly that such people as them, life is cheap, and she doesn't expect the rich life outside. I just thought that I would stay in the cold palace safely until I was 25 years old, and then I was released from the palace.

At that time, even if I am alone, I will not be too bad.

"You are not in good health. The weather is still a little cold now. You will not come out again in your clothes." She nagged and helped sukui.

"Do you want to be in the sun?" The palace maid looked up at the sunshine on her head and thought that it would be OK to have a little sun exposure. She said, "be careful, then you can have a good sun exposure. Please stand and wait for a meeting. I'll get you a chair."

Su Kui has been silent, and the palace maids are used to it. There are some poor people in this cold palace. She didn't read many books about the one she served, and she couldn't understand the conspiracy and the big crime that outsiders said. I only know that she is the only one in the world, and she is still very sick. I haven't seen her say a word since she came here.

The silent woman looks really good. She can't describe it. She just feels like the goddess in the painting, but her face is emaciated, her skin is pale, and she looks very haggard. It's like a flower that has lost its nutrients, and it's withering.

If only she hadn't entered the palace, no matter what family she married to, she would have been held by her husband's family.

It's a pity.

The palace maid sighed and turned to enter the room. She took a chair out of the room and put it under the shade of the tree for her to sit.

Su Kui sat down quietly. Just as the maid picked up the broom and was about to leave, she suddenly opened her mouth.

The voice that hasn't spoken for a long time is hoarse, and the voice is very low. It's like a gust of wind. If you don't pay attention, you can't miss it or hear it.

The palace maid was stunned. She turned her head in disbelief. "Master, have you just talked?"

Su Kui nodded his head slowly, in a hoarse voice, and asked, "what's your name?"

"There is no name for the slave or maidservant. My father and mother call me Da Ya." the maid carefully looked at Su Kui for a moment. She was very old, but she was very clean. In a plain blue dress, although her face was emaciated, she also noticed that her eyes seemed to recover a little.

"Master, would you give me a name?" She felt it carefully.

Smell words, Su Kui's dark eyes moved, found a comfortable position in the reclining chair and slowly lay down, closed his eyes. She knew that her eyes had been looking at her all the time, but she remained still, which made the little maid uneasy.

Master, is it better or not?

In this tangle, she suddenly thought of a word: reflection!

It is said that people who have been suffering from a long illness will have a clear mind before they die, and recall all the things in their lives.