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

No matter how miserable she is, Wen Shao will not pity her. Everyone should pay the price for what they have done. She deserves her fate today.

A mocking smile appeared on Wen Shao's lips: "Take her down and take good care of her. Don't let her die."

"Yes."

Meng Simin's wailing gradually disappeared in the yard, and the blood stains she left behind were quickly wiped clean, making them as clean as new.

As if to eliminate all traces of her ever being here.

Meng Simin was consulted by a doctor and his life was saved. He was lame in one leg, staggered when he walked, and had to use a crutch.

Having lost her tongue, she could no longer pronounce a single word clearly. As a runaway slave, no one was willing to listen to what she had to say.

The servants only know that as a runaway slave, they deserve to be beaten to death with sticks. No matter where they are, the master has the right to do so.

But His Highness the Regent was kind enough to leave her alive, so she should burst into tears of gratitude and do more work to repay His Highness the Regent's kindness.

be lazy? Then fight, then starve, the Regent's Palace never lacks the means to train its servants.

"Meng Ya, chop these firewood before this time. You need to use them."

A boy brought a pile of firewood over and said fiercely to Meng Simin.

Meng Simin shrank her shoulders. After several months of heavy work and endless beatings and scoldings, she finally lost her previous momentum, and her mouth felt empty and uncomfortable. She stood up with a stagger, holding the knife and laboriously Start chopping wood.

The job of chopping firewood did not require a maid. Meng Simin knew that this was their way of torturing herself because she was a fugitive slave, a fugitive slave that the servants were ashamed of.

If only...if only I hadn't escaped.

Meng Simin even began to blame herself. Once a person falls into a more desperate situation and makes comparisons, he realizes that everything in the past is a gift.

Meng Simin heard the young man curse before leaving: "You deserve to die as a runaway slave."

Meng Simin shrank again, and glanced at the blue and white sky with numb eyes. The square yard might be her destination for the rest of her life.

"Meng Ya, what are you looking at? If you are lazy again, be careful with the whip." The boy left and came back with a long whip in his hand.

Meng Simin withdrew her eyes and continued to chop wood with great effort, once, twice, three times... At the last moment when the boy's patience ran out, a piece of firewood was finally chopped.

Meng Simin breathed a sigh of relief, took out another piece of dry wood, and started chopping mechanically.

After staying here for a long time, she began to wonder if the extravagant life of the empress in her memory was just a dream of hers. She even suspected that Meng Simin was a character imagined by Meng Ya.

From beginning to end, there was no time-travelling girl. She was Meng Ya, and she would always be Meng Ya, just Meng Ya.

The moon was hollow and the stars were sparse. Meng Ya lay on the cold wooden bed and fell asleep tiredly.

One night without dreams, the cycle begins again and again.

……

Spring is a good season for outings and outings.

"Emperor...brother-in-law, where are we going?" Sitting on the carriage, the little emperor excitedly opened the curtain and looked around. It was the first time he had left the palace in his life, and everything he looked at was novel.

Yes, Wen Shao temporarily left the court affairs to reliable people and took the little emperor out for a private visit incognito.

"Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles. Haven't you always been curious about how rice is made? Today I will take you out to see it."

The little emperor nodded like a fool: "Okay!"

He sat on the carriage and poked his head to look at the prosperity of the capital. He saw strange masks, weird toys, men in short shirts carrying things on their backs to sell things, and a young man in rich clothes being surrounded by his servants while shopping... …

This is not a solemn and majestic palace, this is a street, all kinds of things in the world - his people.

The carriage drove out of the capital little by little, the pedestrians disappeared, and the prosperity was no longer there. It was not until the huge city became blurred in the distance that the little emperor reluctantly looked back.

But everything in the suburbs is also new to him. There are many precious trees and flowers planted in the royal garden of the palace. The gardeners will build them properly to ensure that every branch will not exceed the rules, unlike the real suburbs. .

The beautiful ancient poems described in the book took concrete shape at this moment.

However, as the carriage went further, the road became more and more difficult to walk. Even though the driver Shi Yi tried his best to go as smoothly as possible, bumps were still inevitable.

The little emperor felt a little uncomfortable, tugged on Wen Shao's sleeve, and said pitifully: "Uncle, how long do we have?"

Wen Shao looked outside and said, "There's still half an hour left. Why, you can't stand it anymore? Don't cry later."

The little emperor wrinkled his nose and muttered softly: "I won't cry."

Wen Shao chuckled: "It's best this way."

Half an hour later, the carriage finally stopped. The little emperor was a little dizzy from the shaking during the second half of the journey and did not look outside. Only now that he got off the carriage did he realize that there was a village in front of him.

"I have met a noble man." The old village chief tremblingly led the villagers to salute.

"No need to be polite." Wen Shao helped him.

It was the first time that Wen Shao took the little emperor incognito and went to the ground. Wen Shao was not unprepared.

This village had been organized as early as when he first crossed over. Wen Shao gave each of their families a large sum of money to plant the new grains he brought this year.

This way they won't be afraid of not getting enough money and not paying taxes.

The deposit had been given a long time ago. After receiving such a large amount of money, everyone was happy. Wen Shao's small request to go to the fields was naturally met. The big problem was that the progress would be slowed down a little. Compared with that amount of money, it was nothing. What's going on?

Wen Shao did not reveal his identity because he was afraid of making too much noise, but they were eager to provide for their parents.

Seeing their faces that were thin from hunger and their skin that was dark from exposure to the sun, the little emperor suddenly woke up from his dizziness and subconsciously grabbed Wen Shao's sleeves, feeling a little uneasy.

Wen Shao looked back at him reassuringly and said to the old village chief, "Excuse me, are you ready with both sets of farm tools?"

The old village chief nodded: "Okay, okay."

With that said, he presented two sets of tools.

The little emperor took a look at his clothes. No wonder the emperor's uncle had to wear a dark short shirt today.

Wen Shao took it over, weighed it, and handed one of the hoes to the little emperor: "Lead the way."

"Please come this way." The old village chief said quickly.

Along the way, the little emperor was looking at the village. The better ones were wooden houses, and the worse ones were thatched houses. They were crumbling, and they didn't know whether they could withstand the wind and rain, but this was their shelter.