I was originally the maid given to the third prince Gu Chengyuan by Concubine Li, the kind that cannot be said, the kind that is tacitly understood.
But I feel that my master is not very clear-headed when he says something that would be outrageous in the world.
In the dead of night, the red candle tent is warm, a man and a woman alone...
Everything falls into place...
But why didn't I get on the bed, but my master ordered me to go to the beam.
I am puzzled.
(This is a short story, no more than 10,000 words)
Concept: Birds can fly
