Kong Wenjie looked at Ah Chou, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't. Then he followed the two men into the carriage, which went away with a "clattering" sound, and everything was silent. Only Ah Chou and the torch on the door knocker were left...
And the paralytic in the room.
Ah Chou squatted on the ground for a long time before she recovered from the panic. She stood up by holding the door frame. The embroidered shoes on her feet were too small. She grimaced in pain every time she moved. She really couldn't understand why the ladies of wealthy families had to bind their feet. After suffering so much, she held up a torch and looked into the yard. The three main rooms were all dark. There was no sound at all. It was obvious that the people inside had gone to bed. Ah Chou didn't dare to go in and disturb them. She looked at the kitchen not far ahead. She thought about staying in the kitchen tonight. She would go to pay her respects to the prince... no, the master the next day.
After making up his mind, Ah Chou moved towards the kitchen step by step. After three steps, Ah Chou couldn't stand it anymore, so he took off the pair of embroidered shoes that squeezed his feet and stepped into the muddy water barefoot. Although the coldness rushed to the soles of his feet, at least he could walk fluently.
Achou walked into the kitchen holding a torch and looked around. It was a large kitchen, but it was empty except for a few coarse pottery jars and a few cans by the wall. She walked in and took a closer look. There was rice and noodles in the pottery jars, and there seemed to be pickled vegetables in the jars. Achou breathed a long sigh of relief. Not to mention anything else, the food supply was enough for two people to eat for half a month.
Ah Chou was so happy that he was busy carrying seven or eight large bundles from the gatehouse to the kitchen like an ant moving house. He was so tired that he didn't even think about washing up or eating. He took a mattress and blanket from the bundle and fell asleep on the firewood.
The next day.
Achou's biological clock has always been very accurate. She woke up before dawn this morning. She opened her eyes and looked at the wall in front of her that had turned black due to smoke and fire. It took her a long time to realize where this place was.
This is Ningguta, the Ningguta where she could not escape even if she ran her legs off, and she was the bride who married here on behalf of Duan Rulan. No, according to Lao Jiang, she was just a servant who took care of the paralytic's daily life.
From the palace to outside the palace, from the capital to Kyakhta, she has always been a servant, but now it is much better than before, from serving a group of people to serving only one person.
Ah Chou let out a long sigh, and it was hard to tell whether he was feeling emotional or relieved.
There was no time to be sad about the passing of time. Achou was busy tidying up the bedding and blankets, and then making a fire to boil water. She was used to this job and was very skillful. In a short while, she boiled a large pot of hot water. She also washed the rice and cooked rice porridge in another pot. She had just arrived and didn't know what the master of the room liked to eat, and there was nothing else in the kitchen except the jars of pickled vegetables, so Achou could only pick a few pickled vegetables, cut them and put them on a plate.
After doing all this, it was already bright outside. Ah Chou thought that the people in the house should have woken up, so she dared to go out of the kitchen. The yard was quite large, but it was overgrown with all kinds of grass, yellow, green, and in clumps. It was really desolate. Fortunately, she didn't see it last night, otherwise, Ah Chou would not dare to sleep. Ah Chou was shocked. After all, the deposed prince was the legitimate son of the emperor and empress. Even if he was guilty of a serious crime, how could the emperor be so cruel?
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