Diao Chan ran all the way in the night, and she didn't even remember how long she had run and where she ran. She only knew that the officers and soldiers who were chasing her behind were gradually being thrown farther and farther away, and her steps were so empty that she even struggled to stand. In the end, she was unconscious in front of a high-gate mansion.

When Diao Chan woke up, she was suddenly shocked because the gorgeous long skirt she had specially ordered for her, which was missing, and replaced by a thin shirt that only the vulgar and only the servants would wear.

"Is this? Who changed my clothes?" Diao Chan's face turned pale. She knew very well that she was attractive to men in the world. If there was a gentleman who could not change his life when wearing clothes, she would not be moved, but when she was naked, no man in the world could resist the crazy urge to pounce on her!

Crack! The door sounded, and an ordinary girl with two braids walked in with a bowl of porridge.

"You woke up. Last night, I saw you fainted alone in front of the gate of the palace at night. The clothes on your body were dirty and torn, so I changed your clothes and washed your old clothes!" The girl with pigtails naturally sat on the short table beside the bed, blew the warm porridge on her hands, and smiled sweetly: Come on, I'm hungry all night, eat while it's hot!

Diao Chan looked at the spoonful of porridge handed over by the girl thoughtfully. When she first arrived at a strange place, she was immediately replaced by a faint warmth. Only then did she have the heart to look at the decorations and layouts in the house and find that this should be the simple place where the maids live on weekdays.

Diao Chan tasted the porridge and almost spit it out in one bite. This is not porridge. It is simply something that is hard to swallow by cooking something that is mixed with boiling. How can people eat it?

"Isn't it delicious?" The girl with pigtails put a spoonful of porridge into her mouth, and her entire face melted: It's so delicious, I seem to smell the fragrance of lotus seeds! Do you know? There are six lotus seeds in this bowl of porridge, which I collected little by little in three months, and it tastes so delicious!

"Is it really that delicious?" Diao Chan couldn't understand. Compared with the tremella red apricot lotus seed soup in Lu Bu's mansion, this is simply pig food!

"Yeah, yeah!" The girl with pigtails nodded.

Diao Chan looked at the bowl of porridge bitterly, and looked at the girl with a bitter taste of the pigtail girl.

"Okay, I'll eat it, but you have to eat it with me!"

Diao Chan and the girl with pigtails finally shared this bowl of porridge equally. Perhaps the girl with pigtails's taste of drinking porridge with relish infected her. Diao Chan also suddenly felt that maybe this bowl of porridge is not yet, but it is still normal!

After eating the same bowl of porridge, Diao Chan completely put her vigilance and said softly: What's your name? Thank you for your porridge, this is the most special bowl of porridge I have ever drunk.

"Am I?" The girl with pigtails seemed surprised to be asked about her name, because she used to be the most humble, so no one wants to know the name of a maid.

"My name is Mao Xiaole, the caterpillar's hair, the happy Le. My parents hope that I am as happy as a little caterpillar!" Mao Xiaole said.

"Well, Mao Xiaole, good name, my name is Ren Xiu'er!" Diao Chan extended her hand with a smile.

"Yes!" Mao Xiaole pointed his head heavily.

"It's a shame. It's time to go out to work, otherwise my aunt will punish me again!" Mao Xiaole was anxious to go out.

Diao Chan was about to speak when the door suddenly rang again. A middle-aged woman with a big yellow face, a big waist and a big black mole on her maxillary face entered the house with a gloomy face. As soon as she opened her mouth, she cursed: Little slutty girl, it turns out she is hiding here and is lazy. You are a pickled product that has a father but a mother, you really don’t beat me for a day, and you go to the room to remove the tiles!

After the words came, she slapped her in the face.

Mao Xiaole was stunned and watched helplessly as the palms that were attacking were getting closer and closer.

"Stop! Who are you?" Diao Chan reached out and grabbed the woman's wrist and shook it hard.

The woman with black mole was caught off guard and almost made a big ugly appearance.

"Who are you? There is no coarse cloth maid like you in the palace!"

"Aunt He, she is a lady from a noble family. She fainted in front of the mansion last night..." Mao Xiaole explained carefully.

"Hoho, come with me, I want to see what clothes are the so-called noble ladies wearing?" The woman, who was called Aunt He, changed her expression. She decided to wait and see if she couldn't figure out Diao Chan's identity.

The three of them had their own ideas and quickly left the room and walked quickly towards the place where Mao Xiaole said to dry clothes.

Soon, Aunt He saw the clothes that Miss Nui was wearing as Mao Xiaole said.

"Gee, I'm joking, I'm so giggling. Is this the clothes of the noble lady you mentioned?"

Aunt He laughed unscrupulously and pointed at the clothes on the clothes rack that were expensive but old and outdated.

"What, what, the clothes were replaced? Not this one!" Mao Xiaole opened his mouth wide.

"Bitch, kneel down and say, where did you steal the clothes?" Aunt He pinched the hair on the mole on her face and was furious.

Mao Xiaole knelt down with a thud, looking anxious, so anxious that he couldn't speak.

Diao Chan was furious. If she had been in Lu Bu's mansion, she would have caused this old lady to be taken away and punished by her vicious old lady.

But she can't, because of her own choice, and she can't retreat even if she grits her teeth!

"Aunt He, there are no clothes for noble ladies here. Didn't that dress be left there by my aunt yesterday?" Diao Chan said pitifully.

Aunt He's eyes were burning, she glanced at the clothes greedily, and suddenly smiled: Hehe, you little girl, have reminded me!

"The little girl Ren Xiu'er is lonely and helpless, and is completely alone. She is willing to enter the Wang family's residence and beg for slavery. I hope my aunt will beg for mercy!" Diao Chan said in a slowed down and said humbly.

"Hihehe!" "Hihehehehe!" "Do you think anyone can be a slave in the royal palace? Do you know the etiquette?" Aunt He looked at Diao Chan contemptuously and said.

"Aunt, you don't want things to make a big deal. Let the belongings of that clothes bend, right?" Diao Chan said softly in the face of Aunt He's aggressiveness.

"Bang!"

"ah!"

Mao Xiaole covered half of her face in panic, not understanding why she was beaten.

"I said that if I want to teach this slut, I need to teach this lesson!" Aunt He snorted coldly, and while no one was pulling off the clothes in the morning, he was swaying and swaying.

"You..." Diao Chan raised her slap and wanted to seek justice for Mao Xiaole.

"Forget it, forget it!" Mao Xiaole quickly grabbed the angry Diao Chan.

"Hmph!" Aunt He twisted her plump butt and walked away in one step.

"Xiaole, are you okay? If you have your sister here in the future, no one can bully you!" Diao Chan swears.

"Yeah!" Xiaole covered his mouth and focused his head.

Since then, Diao Chan and Mao Xiaole have become good sisters who can talk about everything.

Three months passed quickly, and Diao Chan learned that in the strict royal palace, there were a total of one, two and three levels of slaves. She and Mao Xiaole were the lowest third-class slaves, doing the dirtiest and most tiring work in the mansion. Even the aunts and nannies with a little strength in the mansion can bully them...
Chapter completed!