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But she also knew clearly that the head of the host she served was not very smart. Therefore, he didn't kneel to sue, but he didn't see the other side clearly.

Everyone else is rushing to climb out, trying to climb to a higher position. But she doesn't think so. In addition to the gloomy night and poor living environment at the Cold Palace, there is nothing bad about it. At least much safer than outside, here, no master will punish her at will, or even kill her in one sentence.

Those people, what is good outside, if you are not careful, you will step on the wrong line, and you will not be guaranteed a small life.

She sees clearly that they are people like them, life is cheap, and she does not want to expect a rich life outside. Just thinking, An An stayed in the cold palace until 25 years old and was released from the palace.

By then, even if you are alone, you will not be too bad.

"You're in a bad shape, and the weather is still a bit cold, and you don't want to wear clothes to come out again." She nagged as she stepped forward to support Su Kui.

"Want to bask in the sun?" The maid looked up at the sunlight above her head and thought it would be good to bask for a while, and then said: "Be careful, then bask for a bask. You can stand and wait for a while. I will get you a chair. "

Su Kui has been silent and the maiden is used to it. In this cold palace, there are some pitiful people. She only said that she served, she had not read many books, and she could not understand what the outsider said was treason, what a big sin. I only know that in this world, she is the only one left, and the person is still sick. Since she came, she has not seen her say a word.

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

If she hadn't entered the palace, how good she was, no matter what family she married to, she was always held by her husband.

Pity.

The maiden sighed and turned into the house. She took a chair out of it and put it in the shade of the tree to let her sit.

Su Kui let it sit down quietly. 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, just like a gust of wind. If you don't pay attention, you will not be able to miss it or hear it.

The maiden froze, and she turned around incredulously, "Master, have you just spoken?"

Su Kui nodded slowly, and in a hoarse voice, he asked again, "What's your name?"

"The slaves and slaves didn't have names. My father and mother called me Dahya," the court lady carefully looked at Su Kui for a moment. Her clothes were very old and it was very clean. In a plain Tsing Yi, although her face was thin, she also noticed that her eyes seemed to restore clarity a little bit.

"Master, otherwise, would you give the slave-servant a name?" She tried cautiously.

Hearing the words, Su Kui's dark eyes moved, found a comfortable posture on the recliner and lay down slowly, closing his eyes. She knew that her eyes had been looking at her, but she still did not move, and called the little palace lady upset.

Master, is it good or not?

In such a tangle, she suddenly thought of a vocabulary: back to the light!

Legend has it that people who have been ill for a long time will know their minds very well before they die, and they will recall all the things in their lifetime.