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Meng Jiao had never thought that workplace bullying existed in ancient times. As soon as she finished speaking, the room, which had been full of laughter just now, suddenly became silent.

Erniu looked at Mengjiao with red eyes, knowing that she was speaking up for herself. She was even more happy about what she said. Finally, one of them would be able to stand up for herself.

After asking about the family situation, Meng Jiao learned that Xu Jinshi, that half-baked guy, was going to take another exam. She felt a little resentful again, and guessed that her original mother would have to work all day again.

No, we need to speed up.

Thinking of this, Meng Jiao quickly returned to her room, packed up her washed clothes, and quickly went to bed to rest.

In the dark night, Pearl looked at her back with resentment. She never thought that she would be able to take advantage of her when she was away for just one day.

Thinking back on the fact that he had taken the money and asked people to help him deal with her today, he really ended up losing more than he gained.

The next day, Meng Jiao entered the old lady's yard early in the morning with her small bag. Although it was still a small room, there were only two beds in the room, separated by their own cabinets.

No wonder they all want to be in the master's eye. Not to mention the other rewards and temptations, just the house of a maid who has not yet been officially promoted to the second rank can show the difference in treatment.

Meng Jiao dressed herself up, changed her body fragrance to the soothing scent of lotus, and stood at the end of the team listening to Amber's lecture.

After arranging everything, everyone got their work done, except Meng Jiao who didn't hear what he had told her.

Amber happened to see her panicked look as she had nothing to do, and smiled secretly, waving at her.

"Follow me."

Meng Jiao bowed and nodded, then obediently followed Amber into the side room.

Amber pointed to the book on the table and asked,

"Yesterday you said you could read. Try to see if you can read the words in this storybook. If you can't, then embroider some handwork. The old lady will call you for questioning later."

Meng Jiao guessed what she was thinking when she asked yesterday. After all, she was telling the truth, so she was not afraid of being investigated. However, Xu Jinshi only taught Meng Jiao that a woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent.

I picked up the storybook and looked at it. From left to right, the young lady and the scholar...

Um, ancient romance novels...

This is what I am good at. I can make sure that the speech is full of intonation and immersive.

At noon, Meng Jiao was really called by the old lady, and Amber also followed her to wait for her shoulders to be massaged.

Meng Jiao opened the storybook. Although her voice was clear and childish, she became more emotional as she spoke, describing the story vividly.

When I read that the young lady and the scholar finally got married, I was moved to tears. It was well written and I was a little immersed in the play.

The old lady was feeling so comfortable with Amber's massage that she was about to fall asleep. But she became more and more fascinated by Meng Jiao's talk. Amber, who was behind her, was also absorbed in listening and forgot to massage the old lady's shoulders for a while.

Meng Jiao finished reading, and the two of them just recovered.

They were indeed somewhat moved by what they heard just now, but now they calmed down after listening to it. The little girl was still crying, which made the two of them smile happily.

"How did you stay in the outer courtyard for so long if you have this ability? Look at you, you are so young, what do you know about love affairs? Where do your tears come from?"

The old lady did not blame her servant for losing face in front of her master. She was a kind-hearted Buddhist, and she was still a little girl.

Meng Jiao blushed, lowered her head and shook it, covering her face with her hands in a shy manner.

The old lady laughed even more happily. This little girl was really lovable. She looked like a sunflower. It made people happy to be close to her.

From then on, Meng Jiao became the favored maid in the old lady's courtyard. The former maid transformed herself and regained the name of Meng Jiao.

She had more creative ideas than others and new embroidery styles, which made the old lady happy. She would admire her embroidery almost every few days.

Meng Jiao was promoted to a second-class maid as she wished. Apart from reading a few storybooks every day, the old lady was reluctant to let her do other hard work. However, she would occasionally make some cakes when Zhongli Weiran came, mixing some diluted spiritual spring water into them.

In March, the warm sunlight shines through the window, and a transparent beam of light shines into the study of Changshengyuan. Fine dust floats in the air, like a wisp of gauze.

Zhongli Weiran picked up the teacup, his eyes inadvertently passing from the book in his hand to the small plate of milk cake on the table.

His thoughts also returned to the little man who had just forced the cake upon him.

Meng Jiao felt wronged. She had done it so many times and all the food went into her stomach, but this guy didn't eat a single bite. He said hello from such a far distance and left as soon as he saw her. She had no choice but to chase him and stuff it into his mouth.

In my memory, although my grandmother was always kind to others, she was also a person who attached great importance to rules and etiquette. However, when the little girl told a story in a quirky way and shook her head, my grandmother just tapped her forehead and laughed at her for being naughty.

Yes, bright flowers like hers will make everyone around them happy.

Looking at myself again, I don’t know how much time I have left.

Well, if they get close to each other, they will be more miserable after I leave. Why not just be strangers under the same roof, and we can be more comfortable with each other?

With a hollow heart, he picked up a piece of milk cake and put it into his mouth. He never liked sweet things, and he felt a little regretful when he took a bite.

However, the rich milky aroma melts on the lips and teeth, and the slightly sweet taste permeates the tip of the tongue, but it is not greasy at all.

Before he knew it, he had finished the entire dish. Zhongli Weiran retracted his outstretched hand and looked at the sunlight outside in confusion.

The sun has already set. In the past, I would feel tired after reading for half an hour. Today, it is already past 3 p.m., but I still feel refreshed.

After a long silence, he slowly walked to the wheelchair, and surprisingly, he no longer felt as weak as before.

I thought about it over and over again, but couldn't figure out the reason, so I stopped thinking about it.

However, he went to the old lady's yard more and more often unconsciously.

That day Meng Jiao was counting the silver coins in the box as usual. Ever since the old lady heard that she was sold into the mansion by her family, she favored her even more.

Seeing her listless look every time she picked out jewelry, I simply changed the reward to direct money.

Meng Jiao wasn't picky, but sometimes the jewelry the old lady gave her was too eye-catching, but she still liked to ask her to wear it and walk around in front of her.

To be honest, her appearance now, with long and thin eyebrows, a beautiful nose and red lips, her small face gradually growing up, her peach blossom eyes upturned, her smile is no longer just a simple cute look,

She hadn't paid much attention to it at first, but it was almost Qingming Festival, and all the families returned to the Duke's Mansion to prepare for the Qingming Festival and ancestor worship in a few days.

One day, the second son of the second wife came back to the mansion and visited the old lady. Before leaving, he asked Meng Jiao's age and name, and left a seemingly unintentional sentence,

"Ah, she won't be a 15-year-old until the end of the year~"

This sentence woke Meng Jiao up completely.

By the way, she is still a slave now. No matter how favored she is, she is just a maid. The old lady prefers her grandchildren. What if another favored one takes her away one day?