Chapter 333

333 don't worry about your life (2)

She quickly swallowed two steamed buns herself, then took a copper pot from the table, poured it down, and rushed the two steamed buns into her stomach. Only then did she breathe a sigh.

Huo Wanhua stared at her in a daze. Miss Ma was rather embarrassed: "I... I used to be like you, but I didn't have such a good appetite. Alas, in order to live, I can eat anything. Living is the most important thing. I'm still waiting for my father to pick me up. By the way, I haven't told you, my name is Cistanche deserticola."

Miss Ma did grab the most easily swallowed steamed bread. Huo Wanhua looked around and found that many female prisoners around were holding a bowl of strangely colored porridge, which seemed to give off a disgusting taste. She silently broke a small piece of steamed bread and chewed it in her mouth. Her throat was dry and hard, but she swallowed it.

But the smell of corruption still came out of her stomach. The strange smell wrapped her throat. She suddenly covered her mouth and almost spit out all the things she had just eaten.

She grew up spoiled. Everything she ate from small to large was carefully selected. When did she eat such cold and sour steamed bread? Huo Wanhua coughed desperately and his face was pale. He just felt that he was almost going to spit out his bile.

Cistanche deserticola shrugged and snorted coldly, "Hey, do you want to be so delicate? Don't eat? Don't you want to live?"

"You can't eat these? What about those?" Ma Cistanche pointed to the female prisoner beside. She held a light yellow solid and several Bo cakes in her hand, emitting a sour smell after fermentation. Huo Wanhua widened her eyes. Those... She couldn't swallow them.

"It's difficult to even want to die here." Ma Cistanche said faintly: "I advise you to give up the idea of hunger strike as soon as possible. The people of Wu hate us most. They have 10000 ways to make you neither survive nor die. You'd better stay here and wait for your family to redeem you."

Prisoners cannot stay in the house and enjoy themselves. Early in the morning, they are brought out and assigned all kinds of rough work to them. Ma Cistanche is skilled in weaving. She was born a common woman. Her mother is the embroidery mother in the house. She has been very proficient in embroidery since she was a child. Huo Wanhua stood stunned and looked at it for a while. She also learned some needlework. But from small to large, she only embroidered a few purses for her father and made a few sachets for her brother and sister. She has been weak since three years ago. She hasn't touched a needle or thread for two or three years.

She calmed down to learn from Cistanche deserticola, twisted the needle and thread, and slowly embroidered a fan cover. Cistanche deserticola looked over in his spare time and said with a smile: "the embroidery is good! It seems that you have practiced since childhood. It's good to be able to do some embroidery. You always save energy. You don't have to do some rough work in the sun like those women."

Huo Wanhua smiled at her, lowered her head and focused on embroidering the fan cover. After embroidering for a while, a fierce and strong woman suddenly came over and overturned her sewing frame. The stout lady grabbed her embroidery work, looked at it with disgust, then kneaded it into a ball and threw it into the garbage: "Dasheng cheap girl! Haven't you eaten? This ugly thing can be embroidered!"

"Hey, she embroidered very well..." the discrimination of Cistanche deserticola seemed so pale and weak, and the strong woman turned her eyes: "Damn it, I'm in charge here! Don't shut your mouth to me!"

"Don't get over here!" the strong woman snapped. Huo Wanhua patted the back of Cistanche deserticola's hand and got up silently to follow behind the strong woman.

The strong woman looked at her up and down, and "hum" in her nose: "it's a waste of food to raise you, weak woman!" she threw Huo Wanhua an old bucket and a smelly rag: "from today on, you'll be responsible for cleaning the steps in the south of the Mingyue hall. If there's any unclean place, be careful that I'll peel your skin!"

Mingyue palace is the southernmost palace. The masters rarely set foot in it, and the south is a shady place. The maid beside Mrs. Yao quietly told her to do so yesterday. The strong woman didn't quite understand what Mrs. Yao meant for a moment. Mrs. Yao is the favorite concubine of the monarch and marquis. She is beautiful and beautiful. How can she be so interested in a low-level nanmanzi captive?

Until she saw the nanmanzi girl clearly, she didn't understand where Mrs. Yao's worry came from. The girl's face is really beautiful. She is obviously a lowly prisoner, but she is born with a noble and dignified appearance. If you let Jun Hou see such a beauty, will she be included in the harem? Mrs. Yao really has foresight and dismissed the potential threat early.

Huo Wanhua walked down the high steps step by step with a heavy wooden bucket. The well is 100 meters away from here. She wants to get water from the well, and then climb the platform step by step to wash the steps one by one.

She didn't touch the spring water from childhood to childhood. How could she do such a thing? The strong woman angrily scolded her countless times before she slowly taught the girl. She was very patient. No matter how many times the strong woman scolded her, she always did these things slowly without saying a word.

On the first day, her bones were almost tired. When she went back, she had no food. She drank a large bowl of cold water and fell asleep. The next day, she had to continue the heavy work. Slowly, she was even used to it.

It's not completely useless. At least when she is very tired, she can always sleep soundly. She has no dream all night. She won't wake up from the nightmare again and again, and won't toss and turn until dawn.

She was so numb and tired day after day.

Xie Suiyang was slightly surprised. After a meeting, he took the initiative to apologize to he Zhen: "I underestimated Princess Anle's perseverance. Now she looks like she's at ease after coming, which makes me feel helpless."

He Zhen smiled coldly: "since she is willing to be a maid cleaning the floor in the Wu palace, let her do it. I want to see if she can be a cheap maid all her life."

Xie Suiyang was slightly stunned. How did Jun Hou know that Princess Anle was doing the rough work of wiping the floor now? In the end... You'd better pay attention to her. Although he hated the woman, he didn't mean to humiliate her and let her do the work of a humble maid. Although it can be guessed that someone must be making trouble secretly, since Jun Hou didn't speak, Princess Anle must continue to do it.

Princess Anle, how many days can you hold on?

"Hey, there's still water on the ground here. Do you want to hurt the lady to slide?" she silently wiped the ground with the rag in her hand, and the maid's scolding came in her ear.

She looked up and saw that Mrs. Yao in the distance was being supported by a maid, and employed Tingting to stand there. Her soft smoke Luo gauze skirt danced with the wind, like a Begonia trembling in the wind. As for her, she was wearing white linen clothes with patches on her corners. Her long messy hair was scattered on her shoulders. The dust was stuck on her face, which was as white as jade. It looked like it could not be embarrassed any more.

Mrs. Yao covered her mouth with her hand and looked at her in great surprise. She reluctantly raised her head and smiled at Mrs. Yao, but a luxurious gold thread brocade robe suddenly appeared in her sight.

He Zhen, standing beside Mrs. Yao, looked at her expressionless.

He looked at her with cold eyes, as if he were looking at the most humble servant who bowed at her feet. The cold eyes from above made her want to shrink her body smaller. Mrs. Yao seemed to say something to he Zhen, but he Zhen turned and left. Mrs. Yao quickly followed him in fear, but there was a glimmer of joy in her eyes.

Since the beauty, all need beautiful clothes to set off, even the high princess is no exception. She intended to let you have a look at Huo Wanhua's unkempt appearance. Compared with her carefully dressed self, it was enough to impress you. In addition, she also wants to try the position of Princess Anle in the hearts of Jun and Hou. If Jun and Hou have not forgotten their feelings for her, they will feel sorry to see her. But Jun Hou had no response to this, which made Mrs. Yao happy.

Huo Wanhua lowered her head silently. Just now, the dark and indifferent eyes made her heart a little stagnant and unspeakable sadness.

"Hey, are you deaf? Don't you clean the floor quickly with your claws? Do you want to die?" the maid ignored the master and scolded directly. She is a maid beside Mrs. Yao. She is used to being tall and angry. She has quite a face in Wu Hou's house. Seeing that Huo Wanhua had no response, the maid was angry for a moment and raised her feet to step on the weak and boneless hands!

"Pa", the expected pain did not appear, but the maid's body flew out like a broken kite!

A military man with beard and tattoo on his face was glaring at the maid who fell to the ground: "dog slave, how brave!"

The tattooed general was the horse general who begged he Zhen for her at the banquet that day. His leopard eyes were wide open and his hair and beard were open. He glared at the handmaid in front of him: "evil slave, who is your master? How dare you bully Miss Weiyu so!"

The maid dared not say much and hung her head in silence. General Ma turned to look at her with a trace of pity in his eyes: "girl, how are you?"

Huo Wanhua reluctantly smiled at him and indicated that he was all right. The horse general sighed: "I didn't expect to see a girl here."

Jun and Hou are always generous, but they refuse to give the girl to themselves. Ma Jiangjun has long been confused. I thought Jun Hou had a crush on the little girl. That's all right. Naturally, he didn't dare to argue with Jun Hou. But the girl was sent to suffer. He really didn't understand why the monarch refused to give her to himself?