C63

When Second Concubine returned to her own courtyard, she was naturally unwilling to do a thousand or ten thousand things.

"Men, bring me the brush and ink." she said, sitting down at the bedside.

The Maidservant replied softly and went to get the ink.

Second Concubine looked out of the window at the scenery. A cool breeze blew, and the scent of flowers drifted over