In the imperial garden, spring is full of flowers, but it cannot hide the shy figure beside the stone steps. It was a girl about seven or eight years old, with a serious expression on her delicate face. Although there is no shy smile, it is not difficult to see that when he grows up, he will be a nobody. I saw the girl was playing with some stones in her hand, seeming to be thinking about something.
"What are you doing?" A childish but majestic boy's voice sounded in the sky.
The girl didn't seem to hear, she still lowered her head and played with the pebbles.
"Are you a palace maid? Why are you here!" The boy couldn't help but get angry when he saw that the girl didn't respond.
"Okay!" The girl finally smiled. She seemed very satisfied with her masterpiece. She rubbed her slender waist. When she stood up, she realized that there was no one else beside her...