For more than a month, not only have I not seen my "father", Princess Xinya, Princess Jieya, but I have also never seen any other outsiders.
Accompanying her every day, no, guarding her, are the palace maids and the graceful female officials. These people seem to be puppets, natives, seldom smile and smile, and have a gloomy face every day.
At this time, Fang Fei had finished her afternoon class. She ran out alone and stopped. She could hear the sound of laughter, the sound of playing the piano, and the joy of singing outside the high wall... I don’t know who was playing there. A bird came from
It flew over her head. She bit her finger, yearning for it endlessly, and then looked at the gorgeous gauze skirt on her body. Then she realized that when she was in Dayan Kingdom, she could run freely, even if she was humble, even if she was fed and clothed, she was treated like a servant.
, is far better than this kind of exquisite imprisonment. However, she is still young and cannot express herself. She is depressed, holding her head and watching the sunset on the horizon.
For the first time, a terrible sadness and loneliness arose in her rough heart. She suddenly burst into tears: "No, I want to go home, I want to go home..."
She rushed towards the dark red door and stood on tiptoes desperately to pull the ancient copper ring, but there was only a distant echo and no response.
After a long while, she was tired from crying, and then two palace maids stepped forward to stop her: "Princess, it's evening class."
"No, I don't want evening classes, I don't study... I don't like..."
The two maids picked her up and left.
As soon as the black ebony door was closed, her cries were immediately drowned in the vast sea of books. A bright palace lantern did not make this big room any livelier. Fang Fei stood up from the desk and ran a few steps.
He looked at the stacked bookshelves around him with fear, like shadowy ghosts and ghosts.
The surroundings were so quiet, with only her shadow accompanying the vast library. There was a faint sound, as if it was some kind of sound. She screamed, "There is a ghost...", she rushed towards the door, pushed hard, and
The ground knocked, but no one could hear it.
She was still panting, but it turned out that a book had not been put away and fell to the ground.
After a while, she calmed down, holding the palace lantern, and tiptoed over.