Kyaukjiao loves to laugh.

She has a nice apple face, and when she laughs, she has two cute dimples on her cheeks. The two big eyes are squinted, curved, and with her long eyelashes, those who look at her and smile will inexplicably feel better.

The world always thinks that this laughing woman will not be unlucky. After all, if you're unlucky, you won't be able to laugh, right?

But she wasn't.

The place where she was born was in the palace court. It's not that I deliberately want to write about her, it's just that as the youngest daughter of the prime minister who has just been beheaded, the adult brothers have also accompanied the beheading, and the adult sisters, the former official lady has become an official prostitute who is humiliated. As for the prime minister's wives and concubines, except for the eldest wife and concubine and the main room of the adult sons, the rest of the aunts were all put into the palace to be palace slaves with the lowest status.

Kyaukjiao is the widow of the prime minister. Her mother is gentle and generous, and she is a beautiful woman from Suzhou and Hangzhou. was just accepted into the palace by the prime minister and became the youngest concubine, and before she had time to enjoy Qingfu for a few days, she was brutally pushed into the palace and became a palace slave. Under the panic of fear and grief, she was born prematurely.

But Kyaukyao's mother is extraordinary. Although he was sold into a brothel because of his family's misfortune. When the bustard was sold on the first night, he was taken by the prefect of Suzhou and bought it for a large price. Immediately, it was given as a gift to the prime minister who was resting in Suzhou.

But she has always been a very strong woman. Although he has encountered all kinds of misfortunes, no matter what kind of misery he has fallen, he has always lived strongly.

She gave birth to Kyaukyao, not only relying on her excellent embroidery, but also raising her daughter with a meager amount of silver. In addition to the heavy labor every day, he sees every opportunity to teach his children.

When she was eight years old, she was not only very beautiful, but she was also one of the very few children in the bottom of this splendid palace who could read and write. She was very clever and could not only recite and write some of the poems taught by her mother, but also excelled in embroidery.

The most important thing is that her mother never stopped telling her not to cry no matter what kind of situation she encountered. It is not to laugh at the disciples, but to learn to find out what is most beneficial to you from the tribulations of life.

Women are weak, but mothers are strong.

The mother and daughter relied on each other, and with their excellent embroidery, they tenaciously improved their situation little by little. Although as a criminal slave, he can only stay in the palace for the rest of his life, and he will not be automatically released from the palace when he is twenty-five years old like other ordinary palace maids.

"But what if there is an amnesty?" The mother said this, her hands did not stop, and she gently combed the long black hair for the child.

From the basin of water, she looked at her mother's somewhat old but hopeful face. Although his face was no longer as beautiful as when he first entered the Prime Minister's Mansion, it was full of a mother's love.

However, Kyaukjiao felt that as long as she was with her mother, she would not be uncommon to go anywhere. Although the work in the cloak room is heavy, I can see my mother's smile every day.

Before going to sleep, the palace ladies can have an hour to move freely in the Huanyi Bureau. At that time, Kyaukjiao and her mother would hide in a small remote room, learning calligraphy and embroidery. Mother will use her memorized knowledge to dip her fingers in a bowl of water to teach Kyauk Kyaukk to recognize and write.

What a wonderful time it was.

Until that day, Kyauk-kyauk-kyuk did not wait for her mother to come back until the hour she fell asleep. The palace ladies in the same room all snored loudly, and she did not come back.

When Kyauk-kyauk's mother returned, she was a cold corpse, soaked and covered in wounds. She stared at the sky with her eyes wide open, unwilling to look at it in vain. There was a child she cared about so much.