Three years of Daqing, winter.

The long-lost sunshine is finally beginning to spread on the earth. The sun was warm, and the cold brought by the heavy snow for many days seemed to be driven away.

The snow and ice on the green tiles reflect a dazzling light, and the snow is beginning to melt under the eaves.

"Selling rock sugar gourd~" "Steamed buns just out of the pot, fresh hot steamed buns~" In Yunjing City, it is bustling, and it is a prosperous scene.

The cries of street vendors, the sound of brooms waving, the laughter of young children...... Although the sound is chaotic, it awakens the vitality of this winter of silence. For them, it was a bright day and a day full of hope.

Fluttering ...... A flock of white birds, flying from a large banyan tree along the street, their white wings reflecting the blue sky, not to mention how beautiful it is. After a while, they slowly landed on the plane tree not far away.

Under the plane tree, the cornices are high, and the houses are scattered. Although it is winter, there are still flowers in bloom in the garden, and the pavilions, small bridges and flowing water in the distance are elegantly arranged, and the scenery is truly extraordinary. But unlike the bustle of the street market, it seems to be a bit too deserted here.

Suddenly, a shrill sound startled the birds, and pierced the silence of the entire palace.

"Oh, it's burning me! You cheap hooves, you can't make a single tea, what use can you have!"

A sharp voice was coming from the room in the middle of the courtyard, and although the people passing by were startled, they were already surprised.

They watched their eyes and eyes, walked a few steps, and hurried to their work. After all, as a subordinate, judging the situation is the instinct of survival, if you want to die, you don't dare to hear or see what you shouldn't hear or see.

Not long ago, the maid Qing'er was carried into the lower room in a blur of flesh and blood, wasn't it because she was too kind and took care of that person? Holding their breath, they quickly vanished.

The sound of items shattering came from inside the house.

The fine charcoal burns in the delicately shaped furnace and bleeps off to create heat, naturally dividing the outside and the inside into two worlds. Although it was warm, the atmosphere inside the room was cold and icy.

Yan Yun'er, who was dressed in rich clothes, was sitting impatiently on the thick rose chair on the bunk, looking down at the cowardly woman standing next to her, and her contempt was overflowing. It's really insulting to this slut who still wants to fight with her, and I don't know how to be blind before, and I actually treat her as a competitor.

Yan Zhuo stood aside with his head down, holding his breath and concentrating, with a wooden expression. If it weren't for her as the protagonist at this time, maybe she wouldn't even have a sense of existence. Ordinary clothes, even the maid next to him is not as good, the face is like a dish, and he doesn't say a word, and the whole person is very depressed. Looking at her like this, Yan Yun'er seemed to have punched the cotton, and couldn't help but feel angry, and threw the teacup in her hand out, and the hot tea splashed directly on Yan Zhuo's body. Yan Yan burst into tears, but she bit her lip and swallowed her scream, because she was afraid of shouting out, only to make herself more embarrassed, it was better to swallow it.

Yan Yun'er took in everything, the hatred flashed in her eyes, and she was even more proud: "Go, go outside and kneel." ”

"I didn't mean to, besides, it's so cold outside, my knee has been injured......" Yan Zhuo said weakly.

"Oh, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you're still so capable, you dare to talk back to me. I'll let you know the rules today. Yan Yun'er interrupted Yan Zhuo's words, and the fierceness in her eyes was fully revealed, and she knew that she was threatened with this handle.

Yes, it was she who saved the prince back then, but in the end, it was she Yan Yun'er who took the credit. For so many years, she has never said it, and now she is not afraid of her words to say it. Think you've got a handle on her? hehe, it's naïve. No matter if her burning knee really hurts, or if she uses it to remind her of this, she can't spare her.

Thinking of these, Yan Yun'er was even more impatient, "Go outside and kneel, don't kneel, you look good! ”

Yan Zhuo's expression was blank, and there was no emotion on his face. After retreating, he lifted the curtain of the inner room and walked out. The temperature was suddenly cold, but at the same time, it was also fresh sunshine and air.

The sound of melting ice outside the house was ticking, and although the courtyard had been cleaned, there were still a lot of water stains on the ground. This...... Yan Zhuo hesitated.

Recalling the life of fine clothes and food in the past, Yan Yan's eyes were hot, and he couldn't help but cry. I thought I had found a lover and could live a happy life, but I didn't expect that now I was born to such a point. Kneel and kneel, it's a cheap body anyway, and you can go back early after kneeling.

Cui'er looked at Yan Zhuo from the side, although she also felt that what Mrs. had done was a bit excessive, and felt that Yan Zhuo was pitiful, and she was always punished for kneeling, and besides, it was a cold day that had just snowed, and it would definitely hurt her body. Obviously, as the concubine of the prince, she should enjoy the status of the master, but she is not even as good as a low-level subordinate.

This kind of exclamation only lasted for a few seconds, and it was difficult to protect yourself as a subordinate, let alone feel sad for others. Packing up her emotions, Cui'er looked at Yan Zhuo and said, "Madame's words must have been heard by you, so let's hurry up." ”

Yan Zhuo sighed, but still knelt down honestly. This kneeling is a few hours.

Yan Zhuo was crooked, and he was about to faint several times, but he was warmed by Cui'er's bowl of hot water.

It was getting late, and the minions of the various provinces were ready to rest, so she got up.

Rubbing his frozen unconscious legs, Yan Zhuo moved little by little to the hut on the westernmost side of Ning Mansion. The room was deserted, there was no popularity at all, a bed, a table and a chair, and a few worn-out quilts had become all the furnishings in the house.

The room was pitch black, and Yan Zhuo had to fumble around and find the remaining half of the candle and light it. There is only a bowl of leftover rice on the table today, fortunately in winter, although this rice is cold and hard, but there is no rancid taste, I don't know if it has been put for a few days, but it can still be eaten, although it is a little leftover and very little, but it is enough to burn the top of the meal.

Yan Zhuo's eyes were stunned, and when she thought of Qing'er's poor girl, she blamed her for burdening her, and now she doesn't know what to do. After eating, Yan Zhuo lay down. Her stomach was a little uncomfortable, probably tired, and there was nothing left and right, so Yan Zhuo went to bed early to rest.

Knock knock, knock knock. The knock on the door kept ringing, and the maidservant outside the house raised her voice, "Why are you so lazy today, Madame called you to go over and serve!"

After not listening to the reply, the maid's eyes widened, full of impatience, and she raised her foot and kicked the door open:

"I really think I'm the master, isn't it just a ......"

"Ah......h

The door was kicked open, and the maidservant was panicked.