But she also knew in her heart that the master she was serving was not very bright. Therefore, I didn't kneel down to plead, but I didn't see the other party clearly.
Others are rushing to climb outside, wanting to climb to a higher position. But she didn't think so. Apart from the gloomy night and the poor living environment in Lenggong, there is nothing bad about it. At least it is much safer than outside. Here, no master will punish her at will, and even a word will kill her.
Those people, what's so good about outside? If you accidentally go wrong, you will lose a life if you can't guarantee it.
She can see clearly that people like them are cheap, and she doesn't want to live outside the wealthy life. Just thinking about it, he stayed in the cold palace until he was twenty-five years old and was released from the palace.
By then, even if you are alone, you will not have a bad life.
"You are not in good health, and the weather is still a bit cold now. You don't need to put on your clothes and come out again." She nagged, and stepped forward to help Su Kui.
"Want to bask in the sun?" The maid looked up at the sun above her head. She thought it would be fine for a while, and said: "Be careful, then bask in the sun. You stand and wait for a while, I will get you a chair. "
Su Kui has been silent, and the maid is used to it. There are some poor people in this cold palace. Just talking about the one she served, she hadn't read many books, and she didn't understand what the outsiders said about treason or serious crime. I only know that she is the only one left in this world, and she is still sick, and since she came, she hasn't seen her say a word.
The silent woman looks really good, she can't describe it, she just feels like the goddess in the painting, but her face is thin, her complexion is pale, and she looks very haggard. It's like a flower that has lost its nutrients, gradually withering.
It would be great if she hadn't entered the palace. With her appearance, no matter who she married to, she would be held in the palm of her husband's hand.
Pity.
The maid sighed, turned around and entered the room, took a chair out of it, and placed it in the shade of the tree to let her sit.
Su Kui left it alone and sat down quietly. Just when the maid picked up the broom and was about to leave, she suddenly spoke.
The voice that hasn't spoken for a long time is very hoarse, and the voice is very low, like a gust of wind, if you don't pay attention, you will not miss it or hear it.
The palace lady was stunned, she turned her head in disbelief, "Master, did you just speak?"
Su Kui nodded slowly, and in a hoarse voice, he asked again, "What's your name?"
"The slaves, slaves and maids don't have names. My parents call me Da Ya," the maid looked at Su Kui carefully for a moment. She was dressed very old, but fortunately she was very clean. She wore a plain Tsing Yi, and although her face was thin, she also noticed that her eyes seemed to be regaining clarity a little bit.
"Master, or else, would you give the servant a name?" She was cautiously tempted.
Hearing this, Su Kui's dark eyes moved, and found a comfortable position on the recliner to lie down slowly, closing his eyes. She knew that her eyes had been looking at her, but she was still motionless, which made the little palace lady feel uneasy.
Is this good for the master, or is it not good
In such entanglement, she suddenly thought of a vocabulary: Huiguangfanzhao!
Legend has it that before death, people with chronic illnesses will have a clear mind and think about everything in their lives.