The autumn breeze was blowing, and Su Siru was sweating all over. She hadn't played so happily for a long time.
She praised in her heart that Mr. Wu Li knew how to play, this ball was really fun.
Su Siru said hello and asked several people from Qiju to pick up the ball. She didn't show any airs and ran towards a ball that she had swung out before.
She remembered that the ball hit the kitchenette, but she didn't know where it hit and couldn't find it for a while.
Su Siru rummaged through the grass, looked away, and suddenly her eyes lit up: "There, oh, how did you hit this corner? It's easy for me to find it."
She ran around a corner and just squatted down to pick up the ball when she suddenly spotted someone and couldn't help but look up.
"Oh my god, you scared me to death!"
Su Siru saw a face full of pits and scars, which was blocked by a curtain. When she looked through the curtain from bottom to top, she couldn't help being frightened and jumped away quickly.
The palace maid did not expect someone to suddenly appear. At that moment, her expression flashed with alertness. She dropped something from her sleeve with her left hand and bowed slightly, as if on alert reflexively.
When he recognized that he was the master of the side hall, he quickly concealed his strange appearance, bowed his head and saluted like an honest palace servant, and said with a fearful tone in his voice: "See Master Su, it is your fault for disturbing Master Su."
After Su Siru saw clearly whether it was a human or a ghost, she patted her chest and took a breath.
She began to look at the palace maid in front of her, and said as aggressively as the interrogator: "Where are you from? What have you done before? Why haven't I seen you before?"
With this horrible face, Su Siru can remember it for a lifetime with just one glance.
Facing Su Siru's questioning, the palace maid seemed to be uneasy, but her words were very orderly:
"Returning to Master Su, this slave is a low-level servant of Huafang Palace. She entered Huafang Palace shortly after entering the palace. She does menial work and rarely goes to the main palace to serve. Master Su doesn't come here often.
, I think that’s why I’ve never seen a slave before.”
"Really?" Su Siru frowned, a little doubtful.
The last time Hu Feifei came, she had seen almost all the palace ladies in Huafang Palace. It was impossible and she should not have seen this palace maid.
As Su Siru was making such a fuss in Huafang Palace, she knew there was no mouse hole, so how could she miss a living person, unless she was blind.
But she was neither blind nor stupid, so Su Siru didn't think it was her problem.
That’s the other person’s problem!
Su Siru pinched the wooden ball and raised her chin: "Take off the curtain and let me see who you are. Why are you hiding so secretly?"
The palace maid's face was bowed, with a slight frown on her brows.
She pretended to be frightened and said: "This slave is ugly. Aunt Fang told me not to take off the curtain, so as not to scare me..."
Su Siru was too lazy to listen and interrupted directly, very domineeringly: "Stop using her to pressure me. You were already scared. Why are you talking about such nonsense? Hurry up. If I don't recognize who you are, it means you have something."
ghost!"
The palace maid's hands hidden in her sleeves tightened, unable to understand Su Siru's logic at all.
This master couldn't recognize her, so how could it be her fault?
She was in Huafang Hall and had heard stories about the noisy behavior of the master of the side hall. Aunt Fang had no choice but to deal with him now. Only now did she realize how difficult it was to deal with him.
So what if she picked it off? The master would have no way of knowing her true identity.
The palace maid thought like this and slowly took off the curtain.
Su Siru looked at it with disgust: "It's really uglier than a ghost. Aunt Fang is right. If you go out at night without a curtain like this, you will definitely scare someone to death, tsk~~"
The palace maid listened to the frank words in her ears and endured the unabashed gazes, and felt a surge of anger in her heart, mixed with a sense of humiliation.
Too many wooden balls were hit, and the batsmen and others were still looking elsewhere and had not yet come.
Su Siru kept clicking her tongue. She looked at it, and the more she looked at it, the more familiar it seemed.
But this face was too terrifying. She was sure she had never seen this face before, and she couldn't think of it at the moment.
She couldn't help but circle around the palace maid, scanning the palace maid with her eyes, trying hard to think about where that familiarity came from.
Su Siru played with the wooden ball up and down with both hands, observing and muttering: "The scar is real, and it's new. It can't be a deliberate disfigurement, right? But it must be painful to create this scar. Who would be so stupid to use this?"
She is willing to disfigure her face with such vicious methods, and she is still a woman..."
The previous words made the palace lady tremble with fear. She wanted to put down the hidden weapon in her sleeve again, but it took a lot of perseverance to restrain herself.
But the words that followed made the palace maid feel bitter in her heart. Does even a strange master think this method is vicious?
As for the master, she also feels this way, is it to protect herself?
What woman doesn’t love beauty?
Even if the palace maid doesn't care about it on weekdays, she doesn't want to bear the scars on her face for the rest of her life and be subjected to strange looks from people.
Su Siru looked at it for a while, and finally remembered someone, and finally knew where the familiar feeling came from: "Oh, it turns out it's you, the slave who was removed for treatment when he was sick before. Hey, can't the scar on your face be like that?
Is it left behind from that time?"
The palace maid was slightly frightened. She did not expect that Su Siru would notice such an inconspicuous herself.
She paused, lowered her head and said sadly: "To tell you Master Su, it was due to that illness." This time her sadness was a little more sincere.
"What kind of disease can be like this, but don't infect other people." Su Siru looked disgusted, took a big step back, and asked again: "What is your name?"
The palace maid was confused by Su Siru's thoughts, and she could only honestly state her name at this moment: "My name is Hua Yun."
"The order of Chinese characters is that Aunt Fang's name was chosen blindly. Then you weren't called Huayun before. What was your name? What did you do at home before entering the palace? To be honest, don't wait for me to ask."
Su Siru was already a little impatient and gave orders very domineeringly.
If Hu Feifei hadn't been there when she came to investigate, she wouldn't have bothered to put so much thought into ruling out this woman's suspicion.
After all, it has been so long since the incident, and the good confessions and loopholes that should have been corrected have been closed. How could it be possible to find something wrong with just a few words.
Thinking of this, Su Siru cursed Hu Feifei in her heart. He was a useless ink-stained maggot and couldn't even identify the individual.
But he didn't expect that the Eighteen Generations of Zha Ancestor's tricks that she used to treat Ma Diao Chui Wan were the key to Hua Yun's success.
A sharp look flashed in Hua Yun's eyes, and his face looked uncertain as he lowered his head again.
She couldn't tell whether she had really aroused the master's suspicion.
If not, why would people try her like a criminal?
If it was true, she would have to get rid of this master even if she took the risk.
Just when Hua Yun's thoughts were racing, he was undecided, and he was thinking about how to answer, a voice sounded from around the corner:
"Xiao Su, you are here!"
Hua Yun's pupils shrank and his mind was shaken.
It was the master who promised her food, housing, monthly income, and life insurance all the way. He was also the one who caused her sister's death. Her master wanted to kill her the most!