The best are seeking death every day, and the big guys are killing each other indiscriminately.

Grandma Wang was almost so frightened by her words that her eyes popped out and she was dumbfounded: "What did you say?"

She twisted Meng Simin's arm hard. Meng Simin was in pain, her face was pale, and her eyes were filled with tears from the pain, and she shouted: "Let me go!"

Aunt Wang sneered: "I will teach you today that all people are not created equal. People like you are only qualified to do some menial work."

"Someone is coming."

Chuntao, who was guarding the door, walked in: "Mommy."

"Put her into the clothes of a rough servant and send her to the east end of the house. She must not be allowed to get even half a step closer to His Highness. How can such a madman collide with His Highness?" said Grandma Wang.

Then he looked at Meng Simin: "The palace never kills slaves indiscriminately, but slaves who have made mistakes are not treated so well. If you let me hear you say anything like this today again, I will cut out your tongue."

"If you still don't repent, there is no shortage of fresh corpses in the mass graves in the west of the city."

Wen Shao could clearly see the scene here through the system. He really didn't expect that Meng Simin would be able to say the classic line "all people are created equal" after being reborn after becoming the empress for decades.

She understands the phrase "one who is in his position to pursue his own affairs".

Each era has its own historical mission, and different eras will also give rise to different ideas. When two ideas collide with each other, the weaker side will suffer a big loss.

From the primitive times of mankind to modern times, the so-called equality has gone a long and tortuous road. This road is arduous and long, and it cannot be solved by the heroine shouting a few slogans.

When you don’t have the strength to change the status quo, then integrate into it and enjoy it.

"What are you laughing at, uncle?" The little emperor over there was finishing a piece of fried chicken leg. He came over curiously and curled his lips when he saw that he only had a travel journal in his hand.

Wen Shao glanced at the empty food plate and said, "Now that we've finished eating, it's time to review the memorial."

The little emperor acted coquettishly: "Uncle, I, I still want to eat."

"No." Wen Shao said coldly.

The little emperor pursed his lips.

"I'll bring it to you tomorrow."

The little emperor beamed with joy, and within a moment of picking up the pen, he said: "Otherwise, the emperor can just give me a cook in his house!"

Wen Shao rolled his eyes at him angrily: "Are you just looking for food? I'll bring you something different tomorrow."

"Okay." The little emperor agreed with a smile, and even the boring memorial became a little more "delicious".

This made Wen Shao couldn't help but think that the foodie attribute of the royal family was not inherited. It was just that his father and brother, as emperors, hid their preferences very closely.

The days passed in an orderly manner for a month. For Wen Shao, it was a regular life of two o'clock and one line. As he came up with more and more recipes, the cooks had learned to draw inferences from one example and to innovate.

Wen Shao picked a cook and sent it to the palace. The little emperor finally lived an extremely happy life, and the relationship between his uncle and nephew became closer. According to the speed at which the little emperor learned, he would be able to retire in a few years. Beautiful.

Struggle all your life just for retirement, this is Wen Shao's great life goal.

Wen Shao is prosperous here, but Meng Simin lives in dire straits every day.

Not to mention how difficult it was for her to go from being an empress to a maid. Even in her previous life, she had never been a rough maid.

That's really treating someone like a bully, and I don't know how the other maids survived.

What she didn't know was that these tasks weren't that much in the first place, but she had received "special treatment." Since Meng Simin was "transferred", it had become much easier for them.

Meng Simin never gave up the opportunity to change her destiny. She didn't understand why such a change happened in this life at first, until she saw the kitchen bringing those exquisite dishes to the main courtyard, until even the food for the maids was improved, she Finally I know why——

Wen Shao was also reborn!

He actually had this kind of adventure!

He poisoned her to death in his last life. Will he make her feel better after he is reborn?

The answer is obvious.

Wen Shao just wanted to cut her flesh with a dull knife and torture her to death. No, she couldn't sit still and wait for death.

Finally, after a month of checking in, one night, while the guards were lax, she got out of the dog hole at the back door of the palace.

The next day, information about the capture of escaped slaves from the palace was posted in the streets and alleys of the capital. Meng Simin was caught in an alley. It is said that there must be a brave man under a heavy reward. Meng Simin escaped for a long time, and the truth was revealed. Listed.

After seeing the guards who captured her, Meng Simin wanted to turn around and run away, but how could her body, which had been tortured by heavy work for a month, be compared to this heavy siege? The final result was that not only was she caught, but she also had half of her leg broken.

The pain occupied all of her consciousness. Meng Simin was carried by the guards, and her legs were dragged on the ground, leaving long marks dripping with blood.

It wasn't until they entered the palace that they were afraid of dirtying the floor of the palace, so they lifted Meng Simin higher so that she could barely walk with strength.

"Your Highness, we have captured him."

When she was most embarrassed and unbearable, Meng Simin met Wen Shao again.

It was midsummer, and the scorching sun made it difficult to open one's eyes. Wen Shao sat calmly in the summer pavilion, drinking tea, and looked at her lightly.

"Wen Shao." Meng Simin was unconscious from the pain, but she could clearly see the sarcasm in his eyes. She was done now, so she decided to risk her life, "I am defeated!"

"You are just my defeated general!"

She was so excited that she coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood - she had been kicked several times in the stomach during the struggle and suffered internal injuries.

The servants were stunned and looked at her going crazy. Did she really know what she was talking about?

Wen Shao looked at her coldly, as if looking at a dead object. Meng Simin was stimulated by his eyes and immediately scolded her even more harshly.

The servants wanted to bury their heads in their stomachs.

"The tongue was cut." Wen Shao put down the tea cup and dusted off his legs, ignoring Meng Simin's desperate struggle.

In this era, with a regent, a maid and a slave contract in hand, she can't make any trouble, and if he wants to deal with Meng Simin, it is too easy.

Meng Simin had been a high-ranking empress for so many years, and presumably she was aware of the gap in their status and was afraid of Wen Shao's revenge, so she took the risk to escape. Unfortunately, Wen Shao had a system that could observe her movements.

"No... don't..." Seeing the guard approaching with a knife, Meng Simin panicked and said her last two words in this world. Then she raised the knife and dropped it, and a soft tongue was cut out. , blood everywhere.

Her tongue was cut but her vocal cords were still there. Meng Simin fell to the ground and wailed. The sweet blood flowed down her dilated esophagus, and her nausea and vomiting instinct made her retch.