After bathing and changing clothes, and wearing a wreath on her head that symbolized purity and sanctity, Su Morer returned to her usual air of being free from the dust.
"She didn't try to escape, did she?"
The guard in white clothes respectfully replied, "Holy aunt, this princess is very honest. She eats and drinks when she is given. Her food, clothing and daily life are very normal. Although she lies at the small window every day and looks at the market in the distance, she
I never had any intention of escaping." In fact, she was simply addicted to laziness. Three full meals and two empty stomachs were more comfortable than those of them who were watching outside, and occasionally she would ask for some fruit and meat.
Of course, they would usually be satisfied with requests that were not excessive, especially Tao Xiaowei, who was their master's favorite. Although they had lost their freedom, they still could not be neglected.
So Tao Xiaowei really hasn't suffered much yet, she just feels a little lonely after being locked up. But fortunately, she usually lives in seclusion in Prince Rui's Mansion, so she won't feel particularly uncomfortable if she doesn't go out for a few days.[
She pinched her visibly bulging cheeks in annoyance, and vaguely understood why pigs like to be kept in captivity, where they eat, sleep, eat, sleep, sleep, eat and eat. There is no point in worrying about anything, and they don't think about anything. Isn't that just a big heart and a fat body?
, the little meat is so long.
When Su Mo'er walked in, she immediately forgot that Tao Xiaowei was crawling on the window sill, standing on tiptoes and looking out, her cheeks red and red from the cold were like a plump and round red apple, and her plump cherry mouth was humming.
Su Morer listened to an unknown tune quietly for a while, and from her monotonous syllables, she actually saw the sunset in the desert, a desolate scene of a person and a horse. She held her hand on the door frame and was speechless for a long time.
Indulge in that inexplicable melancholy artistic conception.
"What song is this? Why have you never heard it before?" Su Mo'er felt that her heart was calmer than ever before. All the years of fighting for power in the court and suffering in the divine religion were soothed by this song.
Healed the heartache.
"The music score I saw in the book was composed by a famous monk from the Tang Dynasty. He didn't have a name." When she turned around and saw that the speaker was Su Mo'er, Tao Xiaowei was no longer in the mood to hum, and stepped out of the high chair.
Climbing down, I huddled into the innermost part of the hot pit, holding a small quilt to my chest.