Fan Heedsy first met the palace when he was eight years old, and when he was brought to the palace by his parents in a cheap carriage, he kept crying, homesick and afraid of the palace. On the first day she entered the palace, she was two hours late because she couldn't find which door the maid should enter through.

It was already evening when she crept up to the pale-faced aunt of the housekeeper, and the sunset against the magnificent palace looked particularly solemn and deserted.

She didn't dare to raise her red eyes to look at the housekeeper's face, one small hand dragged the lower end of Zhang Xiuniang's newly made patched cotton clothes, kept rubbing back and forth, and stammered in reply, blaming her brother for constantly scaring her before she left, the palace would hit the board if she didn't agree with each other, and the other hand touched behind her in fear, for fear that she would be on the board on the first day, and tears kept rolling in her eyes.

Mama saw her stammering in reply, as if her brain was a little stupid, but she didn't delve into it, "You are not allowed to eat dinner, sweep the floor in the yard before going to bed, do you hear?" ”

Seeing that Xiao Nizi didn't react stupidly, she lifted Fan Xixi's ear, "Ask again, did you hear me?" ”

Fan Xixi quickly nodded stupidly, and continued to creep hard at the corner of his lichen.

Fan Xixi's father is a county man, and he really can't give spare money, in the palace, it is basically equivalent to how much money he can take out to make a point, and what kind of work he is responsible for from the beginning.

Therefore, Fan Xixi entered the palace as a third-class maid in charge of purchasing, but he only bought the first-class and second-class maids in the palace to serve the higher palace maids, that is, the lowest maids in the palace.

Because he was in charge of purchasing, the courtyard where Van Heede lived was behind the palace gate, separated from the outside world by a wall, but because of his humble status, he seemed to be trapped forever within the high wall, a prisoner closest to freedom.

Eight-year-old Van Heesy held a big broom that was a head taller than himself, and used his strength to wave the big broom little by little, again and again, for fear that the floor would not be cleaned at all.

By the time she swept to the gate of the courtyard, it was already deep in the night, and the other palace maids and eunuchs had slept, and she stood at the gate of the courtyard, holding her broom with her hands alternately, and she kept calling herself.

She didn't dare to disturb anyone sleeping in any room and ask her which room she should sleep in.

Because her parents had warned her that everyone in the palace was a noble person to her, and they were all objects to serve.

Her hands were covered with red scratches from holding the broom tightly and waving it vigorously, and the red ones were swollen from the cold weather.

Today is a busy day, in fact, I haven't eaten yet, my stomach is grunting with hunger, Fan Xixi doesn't know what to do if I am hungry and have nothing to eat, I squatted down in embarrassment and shed tears hoping that my stomach would stop screaming.

Fan Xixi squatted at the gate of the yard of the purchase site, his hair was blown down by the wind, like a puppy, extremely embarrassed.

Looking up is the gate of the Forbidden Palace, as high as if you can't see the top, the magnificent red paint color of the gate becomes calm under the cover of the night, and there is a kind of indifference that rejects people and carries the cold wind to Fan Xixi.

In front of the city gate, there are patrolling troops patrolling the forbidden army from time to time. She kept squatting at the door, holding a broom, leaning against the door frame, not daring to move, hungry and sleepy, her eyelids fighting.

When her eyes were about to close, a small radish head about the same size as her walked in front of her, it was the training unit of the Praetorian Guard, and the steps were not very uniform, and even a few of them were a little staggered because they were too sleepy.

Then a round steamed bun rolled silently to her feet, and when she raised her eyes, she only saw a pair of sharp eyes sweeping, and the team walked away piecemeal. That day, steamed buns were her lifesaver.

Later, she met the owner with sharp eyes.

Wang Bingli.

She was only eight years old when she first entered the palace, and Wang Bingli was only eleven years old at that time.

Wang Bingli's brother, who is older and taller than himself, often takes himself to the palace wall to sit against the wall when he finishes his work at night.

If she sat for a while, Fan Xixi's stomach screamed, and Wang Bingli's brother would take out a round steamed bun from his pocket to make her happy.

Brother Wang Bingli is a very thoughtful person who is not good at words.

Van Heehi likes to make faces to make him laugh or try to tease him by shoving his fist into his mouth.

Although Wang Bingli's brother's expression is always serious, Fan Xixi knows that he is happy in his heart, Fan Xixi can see the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and Fan Xixi will also be happy from the bottom of his heart.