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"The hairpin is also the slave's mother's thing, speaking of which there are only two mother's relics around the slave, the jacket is sewn by the mother, so the slave and the maid stay to make a thought, and this hairpin is the filial piety of the slave and the maid, thank you for the care of the aunt since entering the palace." Hongluan spoke softly, very supple.

Hearing this, the maid of the Yellow Palace picked up the hairpin: "I didn't misread you, you are really a filial child." She was extremely satisfied with the hairpin, after all, the jacket was worth a few dollars.

Hongluan finally put her mind at ease, knowing that the matter of the jacket had been lifted like this; When she retired and walked to the door, she heard the maid of the Yellow Palace ask: "Why didn't you pay tribute to the hairpin that day, but waited until today?" ”

The Yellow Palace Maid's blame is not that Hongluan has honored her in the evening, but that she is suspecting that Hongluan has other good things!

Hongluan gently turned around and blessed: "The slave maid is also forced to enter the palace as a slave out of desperation, and the relatives at home have already left, only the two things left by the mother are beside her, because they are careful and careful, they are not searched by those who killed a thousand knives; Our family is not a wealthy family, and my mother only has two hairpins, one of which was bought by my father for my mother, but this one is my mother's dowry. ”

Originally, the slave maid thought that she could keep this hairpin as a thought, and she also had the intention of selling it for silver money in case of emergency; However, in the past two days, the slave has understood a lot of things, and she also knows that my aunt has spent a lot of time on us people, although she is grateful in her heart, she can't repay it, and only this hairpin can still be used when she thinks about it. Hongluan's voice was unhurried, since she dared to take out something, she naturally thought of a countermeasure.

The Yellow Palace maid nodded slightly: "You were sold in?" ”

"Yes, auntie; The person who sent us here was an old bullhead, and the person who sold us was surnamed Liu. Hongluan didn't hide it in the slightest.

The maid of the Yellow Palace sighed softly: "It's really a hard life, alas, although the errand in the palace is harder, but in the end, you can have a meal, and there will be no hardship in the wind and rain; You're a good boy, I made a note of it, go ahead. "She is extremely kind to Hongluan.

Hongluan bowed back, then turned sideways and stepped over the threshold.

The yellow palace maid played with the hairpin in her hand for a while and called the palace slave who served her: "Go and ask the few eunuchs who inspected the palace slave that day, what kind of person is the old bull head." Of course, she wouldn't be relieved if she didn't ask.

Human greed is truly terrible. The Yellow Palace maid got two hairpins from Hongluan before and after, but what she wanted was to get more benefits from Hongluan: take care of one or two more red luans? She hadn't even thought about it.

Hongluan is just a palace slave, in the eyes of these people like the Yellow Palace Maid, is the palace slave a human being?

Hongluan didn't look back after leaving the house, and returned to the room with his head down and a supple look; She was not worried about the trouble of the Yellow Palace Maid coming to her again, as long as the Yellow Palace Maid asked the eunuch who inspected the palace maid that day, she would believe that she had no more property on her.

The big girl in the room is embroidering again, this time she is not embroidering a handkerchief but the fan surface of a fan; She lowered her head to do her work, and turned a deaf ear to Liu Xiu's crying and scolding.

Liu Zhen sat beside Liu Xiu and persuaded her to save some energy and stop being willful, so as not to be listened to and punished again; But where can Liu Xiu listen, just insult the big girl.

Hongluan ignored the Liu Xiu sisters, and walked over to see the fan embroidered by the big girl, and her eyes immediately turned red, and she almost cried on the spot: the pattern on the fan was actually the same as the fan she embroidered for her mother's birthday in the year of the big water; Unfortunately, her mother's birthday did not arrive, but the flood arrived.

The stupid Hongluan didn't say a word after sitting down, just watched the big girl fly the needle and walk the line blankly.

Until dinner in the evening, Hongluan was in a trance; Because there were errands at night, Hongluan and the others went to bed early, and it took her a while before she fell asleep in a daze.

Laughter and laughter, someone gently called: "Luan'er, Luan'er, come to my mother's house." ”

Hongluan threw herself into her mother's arms: "Is it a snack?" ”

The mother pinched her little nose: "I know that if you eat, you will become ugly if you eat too fat." Although he said that, he had already put the snack in his hand to Hongluan's mouth: "Eat, your favorite, my mother just made it." ”

The gentle and loving gaze never left Hongluan's little face, and from time to time wiped the crumbs on Hongluan's mouth and face: "Is it delicious?" Do you like your mother's dim sum? ”

"I like it, Luan'er likes her mother the most." Hongluan hugged her mother's neck without wiping her hands.

The laughter of the mother and daughter was heard out of the house, over the treetops, and over the white clouds in the sky. The white clouds suddenly became very black and very dark. Water, everywhere, white flowers, white and vast water, rumbling everywhere is the sound of water.

All she could see was waves, strong winds, torrential rain, and the swaying woods in the water, and her mother and father hugging the trees.

Her eyes didn't see very clearly, she only knew that she was crying out loudly for her father and mother, and she fell to the ground crying on the shore: Who will save her father and mother? However, there was no one, and there was only water around except wind and rain.

A wave hit, and her father and mother were knocked into the water, and she screamed and fainted!

When Hongluan was woken up, her face was full of tears, and her mouth was still murmuring: Father, Mother; She still didn't wake up from the nightmare.

"Wake up, wake up." The big girl pushed her very hard, patted her face, and glanced at the door from time to time: "Don't cry anymore, if you are known by the prison slaves, you will not be beaten." ”

Hongluan was beaten to his senses, but he didn't know where he was for a while, so he sat up and stared at the big girl and almost blurted out: "Who are you?" The words did not come out because she remembered that she was not by the river, and that her parents had long since died, and that she was now a palace slave.

"Thank you, sister." Hongluan wiped his face with his sleeve.

When she woke up after the death of her parents, the high fever made her groggy, although God blessed her with no medicine to heal herself, but the cruelty of reality made her not even have time to grieve.

Every day she tried her best to fill her stomach, and the shadow of hunger and death always haunted her, and taught her not to cry again; She hadn't dreamed of her father and mother since she had a high fever, but she didn't know why she had such a dream tonight.

Everything in the dream was the pain that she couldn't touch in her heart, the beauty and sorrow that she didn't dare to think about.

"The hour is almost there, isn't it?" Hongluan smiled reluctantly, and the corners of his eyes were still moist: "Let's get up, we're going to go on an errand." "There is no home, no more parents, and now she only has herself.

Although she laughed, although there were no tears on her face and eyes, at this moment, all the hardness and strength were far away from her, and the heart that had been hardened by the beggar life was so soft that it made her feel painful at the touch of it.

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