The four masters and servants of Song Anle were left behind. They looked at me and I looked at you, and finally they all looked at the dilapidated house. They all couldn't find any other emotional treatment except sighing.

Mei Xin glanced at the yard. Except for a four stool and a table, she could rest. She was afraid that people would not be able to enter the room, so she said at the right time: "My master, I'm sorry, you'll sit outside for a while first. I'll clean up your room now."

Faced with such a residence, Song Anle could only nod and respond, because the dust and dilapidation here were a simplicity she had never seen before. If she had to clean up by herself, she would be afraid that she would have nowhere to do it.

Zhan Ju also quickly helped dust off the dust from the stone bench. Song Anle sat down with the flow, and Mei Xin and others immediately went to clean up the house. Perhaps because they knew that the place was unbearable, no one came to assign them to do things on this day.

It was not until the evening that Mei Xin and others cleaned up the dilapidated house. Although they were just a simple dust cleaning, the house they cleaned up could finally be lived in.

Song Anle was not idle. Seeing Mei Xin and the others' heavy workload, she also helped her a little. After all, it was a cold winter, and as the master, Mei Xin and the others did not let her suffer. The master and servant were busy until late at night and finally packed up a completely different place to live.

There is no ornate decoration, no brand new buildings, and no adequate furniture, but the quiet here is enough to make people feel the comfort of an exclusive courtyard.

"Oh~ I'm so tired." Zhan Ju sat on the ground with a sad face, looking exhausted, and her hands kept beating her sore shoulders.

There are so many people who do things, but once you stop, you can feel tired. I believe that the few of them are not just Zhanju.

Song Anle also felt tired, because in her memory, she seemed to have not been overdrawn like today, so she sat down at the indoor table and looked at them as if they were deflated balloons. She said with guilt: "Thank you so much for today."

"My master, don't say that, I should be wronged by you." Mei Xin said, picking up the teapot on the table, but found that the teapot was empty.

Song Anle naturally noticed Mei Xin's actions. In order not to make her sad, she outlined the corners of her mouth and smiled: "I don't feel wronged, but I just have implicated you and suffered with me."

Mei Xin also smiled indifferently and said, "It will be sweet even if you can follow the little master."

Song Anle smiled with relief. At this time, footsteps came from outside. They all looked at each other and were curious. Although this time was not late at night, it was still indifferent in the cold winter, so who could take care of them.

Thinking of this, Song Anle also got up and went out to greet him. He saw a palace maid leading two small palace maids. Because he was not sure about the identity and position of the visitor, Song Anle and Mei Xin and others nodded slightly and signaled.

The visitor was Manager Chen from the Dyeing Cloth Floor, who was mainly responsible for arranging and distributing teaching work in the Dyeing Cloth Floor. Manager Chen looked around the interior and looked at the clean and tidy houses, and she even suspected that she had gone to the wrong place.

Manager Chen quickly got back in shape. She said arrogantly: "Are you Song Jiali who was punished?"

Song Anle stepped forward and said, "It's the maid."

"During the period of punishment, you will live here for the time being, but this place is not as easy as other places. You can come and go freely. If you are here for a day, you must abide by the rules here. Without the instructions of the Palace Master, you must not enter or leave without authorization. The specific rules of this management will be arranged by someone to inform you."

From this Song Anle heard that different places in this palace still have different rules, so she could only abide by it carefully, so she said lightly: "I have to teach you by the master."

"It's getting late today. I ordered people to send some food and daily necessities. After you use it, you can rest early. Someone will come to arrange your affairs tomorrow."

If it weren't for Manager Chen's mention, Song Anle almost forgot that because of the busy day, they hadn't been in. Now they felt a little hungry. Although they were arranged here, they were a little frustrated, but it was rare to have someone to remember. With a hint of warmth in her heart, she nodded and said, "Thank you, Mr. Manager, for your trouble."

Manager Chen didn't say anything more. She glanced at the neat room again, then turned around and left. Several small palace servants behind her brought food and some essential items into the house, and then left in a hurry.

A delicious scattered in the small house. Although there were only a few simple side dishes, they were a timely help in their fatigue and hunger. The chrysanthemums were so hungry that they swallowed their saliva. Although plum heart and red bamboo had no obvious manifestations, they were still hungry, including Song Anle.

Song Anle understood everyone's feelings, so she smiled indifferently and said, "I've been busy all day, hurry up and sit down and eat something."

"My little master, it's better for me to take care of you first." Mei Xin didn't dare to talk about the superiority and inferiority behind her, so she walked by the table and helped Song Anle serve white rice all night.

Song Anle's situation at this time was already the lowest point in her life, so she had no intention of putting the highest priority. Besides, it was difficult to find another person except them, so she said again: "All of them have reached this point, so what are the masters and servants? Hurry up and sit down and use them together."

Mei Xin didn't say anything, but she didn't sit down. Zhan Ju was thinking about food, but she didn't care about etiquette. At this time, Hongzhu also stepped forward and said, "Don't say that, little master. No matter how far you are, you are a veritable master. I dare not lose etiquette."

Song Anle realized again that maybe she could treat Hongzhu as her own people, but Hongzhu might not treat them as her own people. After all, she was sent by Gao Yuanshang and was also a more experienced palace servant in the palace. She was afraid that she would not easily violate Yueju's affairs, so she said seriously: "If you still think I am the master, then sit down with me and have dinner together, all of which is to celebrate another new beginning for us."

After all, the intentions of plum heart and Hongzhu are close. The only difference is that red bamboo is an outsider and plum heart is her own person. But in her subconscious, she still pays attention to the constraints of etiquette. Unlike cuckoos, she just thinks about the delicious food on the table and completely loses other consciousness.

Song Anle's words were already said very well, so they had no choice. As a person, Mei Xin was in a difficult position, considering that Hongzhu was in a difficult position, she said lightly: "Since the little master said that, it is better for the servants to obey their orders than respect."

"This is almost the same;" Song Anle finally smiled with satisfaction: "Come on, sit down quickly."

Song Anle pulled them one by one to sit down at the table, and sat down in the position. She was born with no airs, which prompted her to pick up a small bowl and plan to help them serve rice. Maybe she was hungry and couldn't do it, so she took the bowl from Song Anle's hand more sensitively and stood up and said, "My master, sit down quickly, I can do it by myself."

Zhan Ju smiled foolishly after she finished speaking. Song Anle did not insist too much, but sat down on the stool. In order to avoid them being restrained, she took a bowl of rice and ate it first. Although it was just a simple dish, this was the first time she had felt the deliciousness and deliciousness of the meal in a long time.

The next day, the sky was shining brightly, and Song Anle and others were awakened by the shouting. Perhaps because of the fatigue of the whole day yesterday, their movements seemed a little slow, and Song Anle collapsed on the bed with anger and powerlessness.

Mei Xin put on her clothes and hurried into the house to serve Song Anle. But she saw that she was still lying on the bed that she had never heard of. This situation was completely inconsistent with Song Anle's style, so she walked in and called out "Little Master..."

Song Anle was awake, but she had no strength at all, and she couldn't even raise the strength to respond. Seeing that the situation was not good, Mei Xin quickly walked beside the bed. Seeing that Song Anle's face was pale and weak, she said nervously: "My master, what's wrong with you?"

"I..." Song Anle made a difficult word and couldn't speak anymore, so she just shook her head gently.

At this time, Zhanju and Hongzhu also rushed in after hearing the noise. Perhaps he realized something was wrong. Zhanju also asked nervously: "Sister Mei, what's wrong with her little master?"

Mei Xin had no intention of paying attention to Zhanju’s inquiry. She said in fear: “Zhanju, hurry up and go to the imperial physician. She must be sick.”

Zhan Ju nodded repeatedly, "Oh" twice, but when she was about to turn around, she realized that this was not the Song Mansion they were familiar with, nor the Xiu Girls' Hospital they had just arrived at, so she didn't know where to go to find the imperial physician, and even no one to find.

Mei Xin grabbed Song Anle's cold jade hand, but saw that the chrysanthemum turned back. She asked anxiously again: "What's wrong?"

"I...this..." Zhan Ju was anxious and embarrassed, and didn't know how to explain it.

Mei Xin realized that she was anxious for a moment and forgot where she was at this time. She helped Song Anle pinch the scepter and said softly: "My master, bear it, I will invite the imperial physician for you now."

Song Anle was already drowsy again, but her awake consciousness did not affect her judgment at all. She didn't know if Mei Xin could invite an imperial physician, but Mei Xin wanted to soothe her psychological consciousness first, but she could still pay attention to it, but her sudden discomfort was completely beyond her expectations.

Mei Xin got up and pressed out of the house. At this time, Hongzhu walked up and said, "I'll go, you can stay here first to take care of the little master."

Hongzhu did not give others any more opportunities to speak, and left his own words. Mei Xin did not insist on fighting for it, because she was worried about Song Anle, and she also believed that Hongzhu's familiarity with the palace would definitely be much better than her.
Chapter completed!