......Early in the morning, the old woman was about to call Zhuang Yumeng to get up and cook, but as soon as the words came out, she was glared back by Chunling, who was guarding the door of the inner room.

"Chunling girl, it's early." The old woman greeted her in a sly manner.

"If you want to eat, you have to go to the kitchen and serve it, and there are cut pickles and cooked porridge. Miss Zhuang is physically and mentally exhausted by your torture, and she has to recuperate for a few days, even if she has been told today, she will be exempted from beating in the morning and dusk. It's okay, just go back." Chunling's cold words were even more chilling than eating ice lumps in the past three or nine days.

"Yes, yes, she has worked hard in the past few years. Then the old woman will not bother, will not bother." The old woman said, and left the backyard backwards. It's not that she changed her temper, but the more than 20 slaps the day before let her know that Chunling, this girl, really dared to do it, and she felt her face hurt when she thought about it.

"Chunling girl?" As soon as the old woman's back disappeared in Chunling's eyes, Zhuang Yumeng's voice came from the room.

Chunling pushed open the door and walked in, "The girl is awake." As he spoke, he handed over the handkerchief and the basin of water, "The girl washes first, and the slave maid will bring in breakfast."

"What time is it?" Zhuang Yumeng asked as he wiped the water from his face.

"It's late now." Chunling said, took away the basin, and presented a cup of tea to Zhuang Yumeng.

"It's time! Ahem......" Zhuang Yumeng was so shocked that she choked on a mouthful of water, she hurriedly wiped a handful of water from her lips, and looked down to find embroidered shoes.

"What is the girl panicking about?" Chunling helped Zhuang Yumeng, "Breakfast is in the kitchen, the slave maid has been prepared, you have served that old pious woman for so many years, it is time to rest." It's not like she's paralyzed on the bed without hands or feet, and if you're not at the house, won't she be able to eat?"

"This ...... Is it appropriate......" Zhuang Yumeng looked out the door tremblingly.

"There's nothing inappropriate, the most important thing for you now is to take care of your body, and in the future, you will have a son and a half daughter by your side, and see which one dares to point fingers at you." As she spoke, Chunling took the tea cup in Zhuang Yumeng's hand and put it on the table, "You sit steadily, and the slave will serve you breakfast."

Looking at the back of Chunling leaving, Zhuang Yumeng felt that everything was so unreal. It wasn't until the fragrant gruel was brought to Chunling that Zhuang Yumeng came back to his senses.

"Rest for a while, for today a tailor will measure and make clothes for the girl." Chunling put away the dishes and chopsticks that Zhuang Yumeng had eaten, and poured a hot tea for Zhuang Yumeng and put it at hand.

"Miss Chunling, thank you for your hard work." Zhuang Yumeng watched Chunling arrange everything in an orderly manner and clean up the house, and his gratitude arose.

"What does the girl say, these are the things that slaves and maids do." Chunling smiled.

"Madame, ma'am!" As soon as Chunling's voice fell, the voice of the champion came from outside the door.

Chunling helped Zhuang Yumeng up and greeted him at the door.

"Good news, ma'am! Good news!" Zhuangyuan's face flushed with excitement, "Your Majesty has appointed me to be the scholar of Hanlin Academy!"

"I knew it, I knew it!" Zhuang Yumeng excitedly took Zhuangyuan's hand, tears overflowing his eyes, "I knew you were the best!"

"Yumeng, when I take office, I will definitely buy you a maid who is more clever than Chunling!" The champion tucked the broken hair in Zhuang Yumeng's ear behind his ear.

"Okay, don't forget!" Zhuang Yumeng smiled gently.

"It's just ......" Zhuang Yuan suddenly looked at Zhuang Yumeng with some embarrassment.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that the champion wanted to speak and stopped, Zhuang Yumeng couldn't help asking.

"You see that I have also been made an official, although I am still only a school scrivener, but after all, I have to walk in the palace, but I don't even have a decent ...... clothes."

"What's so hard about that?" Zhuang Yumeng smiled, "It just so happened that Chunling said just now that a tailor would come over to measure my size and make clothes in the afternoon, and I will also measure the size for you to make a few bodies."

"But I haven't received my ...... yet."

"I still have the money I got from selling the cloth last time, so I'll use it first." Zhuang Yumeng took out a small piece of broken silver from his arms and said with a smile.

"Don't worry, when I receive the money, I won't let you work day and night." Zhuangyuan pulled Zhuang Yumeng in his arms, "It's time for me to repay you."

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Zhuang Yumeng has been in office for more than ten days, Zhuang Yumeng's body has gradually improved, his face is no longer sallow, the corners of his mouth are smiling, and his eyes are gradually bright.

"Girl, the pear soup is ready." Chunling took the stewed pear soup and pushed open the door of the inner room.

A red light flashed, and Zhuang Yumeng looked at Chunling with a panicked face: "So fast, have you drunk?"

"What is the girl hiding?" Chunling did not answer Zhuang Yumeng's words, but put the pear soup on the table, and looked behind Zhuang Yumeng.

A half-embroidered silk handkerchief stung Chunling's eyes.

"Girl, why are you ......" Chunling's hand holding the silk handkerchief was trembling. She couldn't believe that Zhuang Yumeng actually started to secretly work as a female worker to subsidize the family again.

"Alas, I don't know how expensive firewood and rice are if I don't belong to my family." Zhuang Yumeng took the silk handkerchief from Chunling's hand and sighed softly, "There is not much food at home, Yunlang still has to socialize from time to time, and it is indispensable to spend money, not to mention that he has not received a salary now, even if he has received a salary, it is not easy to feed the family."

Zhuang Yumeng's words made Chunling speechless, she is not Zhuang Yumeng's maid, she was just sent by her own girl to support Zhuang Yumeng in this house, as for the food and clothing of this big family, it is inconvenient for her to interfere, and she has no ability to interfere.

"Well, I'll do it. The girl went to drink pear soup." Chunling brushed the silk thread hidden behind the pillow and took the silk handkerchief. This was the only way she could help Zhuang Yumeng in the first way she could think of it.

"Girl, rest. I'll embroider later." As soon as a petal was embroidered, Chunling saw Zhuang Yumeng finish drinking the pear soup. She put down the silk handkerchief, picked up the bowl and instructed, "The most important thing for the girl now is to take care of her body, only when she is well can she have the days to come." With that, Chunling took the empty bowl out.

Zhuang Yumeng sat under the window, looking at the silk handkerchief that Chunling helped embroider, and his heart was full of thoughts. What about Mrs. Zhuangyuan, it's just a vain name, and she doesn't have to work for money to get by.

"Yumeng." The old woman's voice sounded in the courtyard, "Lord Zhang's wife invited me to the play, you can give me that little bit of silver."

"Mother," Zhuang Yumeng sighed, "I don't have much on my hands, and I'll have to buy rice later......

"Yu Meng, Yun Lang has just entered the Hanlin Academy, and this Lord Zhang is his immediate boss, so you won't let Mrs. Zhang pay for me to watch the play." The old woman leaned against the door frame and looked at Zhuang Yumeng from the corner of her eyes.