The servant girl at the back brought all the ink for me. It seems that I can't say no more.

I nodded to express my acquiescence. Then I saw that the servant girls went into the inner room with their brush, ink, paper and inkstone. I saw that they had not moved their lines. Would they go to the inner room to write poems and paintings here?

then I walked into the inner room. I slowly picked up my pen and found that the hand that had just been scalded was red. I will go to doctor Fu to get the medicine soon. I will not have any scars on...