Yi Xin as a concubine

Xin Baoer returned to the big bunk bed and saw a group of people gathered around the two big packages, so she walked over out of curiosity.

"What are you looking at?"

The group of people immediately scattered like birds and beasts and behaved themselves.

"What? Don't you recognize me, or has my face become uglier?" Xin Baoer raised her hand and began to untie the package, muttering in dissatisfaction.

"No, Baoer, are you going back to move?" Zhao Xian couldn't help but ask.

"I guess so. I can't go back anymore, so I brought all my things out."

Xin Baoer finished speaking calmly, but the others showed expressions of anger, confusion, heartache, etc.

Xin Baoer did not give them a chance to ask more questions, and continued, "It just so happens that this bag contains all winter clothes. Divide them among yourselves. When you have a chance to go out later, buy some coarse cloth and cotton and make a few pieces that are convenient for exercise and work."

"Girl, how can you wear coarse cloth? It will hurt your skin." Lancao took the big package from Xin Baoer's hand with disapproval, and turned out the clothes one by one, leaving three or four sets that the girl liked the most, and then handed the rest to the other girls.

"Your daughter is here to be someone's concubine. What is a concubine? She is a slave of the master's family. There is no reason for her not to work."

Seeing Lancao and Mother Lin showing distressed expressions at the same time, Xin Baoer immediately smiled and changed the subject: "The doctors in the palace have said that my health is not good because I don't exercise enough. If you want me, your daughter, to be healthy, don't stop me from exercising."

Seeing that the two were about to retort, she quickly raised her hand to stop them and said, "Okay, quickly pack up all the things, divide what should be divided among everyone, and put what should be put away. You can go to help Granny Wang cook later. If you don't go, I, the girl, will have to go myself."

"No need, young lady, no need, young lady. We will be quick. Just sit and give orders. The servants will not delay your exercise, and you don't have to stop them from serving you." Mother Lin pushed the person to sit on the stool without saying a word, and then started to work swiftly. Her movements were many times faster than those of Xin Baoer, who was not very active.

After everything was almost packed, Xin Baoer took out four sets of winter clothes and dresses that had never been worn and folded them separately. Two sets of dignified and elegant clothes were given to the hostess, and the other two sets were given to Xu and Zheng's two daughters, also selected according to their temperaments. She asked Lancao to buy them when she passed by the clothing store on her way back.

Xin Baoer's idea is actually very simple. Her family members will not be picky about using her things, nor will they think that she is disgusting them, but outsiders will not think so, especially the mistress of the house. If she dares to give others the things she has worn, they will slap her out.

As a concubine, one must have the awareness of being a concubine, and being filial to the mistress is also a necessary procedure. Besides, since new things have been given to them, it would be better to give more old ones to my own people. No one will say anything sour.

Xin Baoer had a good idea. She felt that since everyone was not familiar with each other and the face-saving work had been done, they should all live in peace and happiness.

But there are many people in this world who are greedy and cannot stand others being better than themselves.

In the afternoon, calculating that it should be past the lady's lunch break, Xin Baoer felt uneasy and refused to follow Lancao and others. She carefully held the clothes and went to the lady's room. After knocking on the door three times, Bijun opened the door.

"Miss Bijun, this is a gift for Madam. Please help me, no, help me, present it to Madam. I hope Madam will like it."

This was the first time Xin Baoer gave a gift, and the other party was a woman who was obviously hostile to her. She felt that this attitude was really difficult to handle. If she was too humble, she would be seen as weak and could be bullied, and her life would be even more difficult in the future. If she was too strong, she would be seen as a provocation, which would be tantamount to seeking death.

Xin Baoer bent down as humbly and respectfully as possible to pass the tray of clothes over, without even a glance wandering around, perfectly demonstrating a concubine's awe for her mistress.

"Take away your tattered clothes, don't you see your status? Our Madam eats and uses the best. How can you, a lowly concubine, be so attentive to her? If you really have filial piety, you should stop flirting with me and make things difficult for our Madam. Humph!"

Bijun's usually smart and capable features suddenly twisted in front of Xin Baoer's eyes. The naked contempt and disgust in her eyes made Xin Baoer frown and panic inside.

After multiple near-death experiences, Xin Baoer hates this feeling because every attack starts with this feeling.

Xin Baoer scratched her index finger, trying her best to suppress the uncomfortable feeling of out-of-control thoughts, gritted her teeth and tried to squeeze out a few words.

"Please forgive me, ma'am."

After saying that, without waiting for Bijun to answer, he stumbled out of the yard without caring about the clothes scattered on the ground.

Xin Baoer's mind was in a mess at the moment, and she couldn't tell whether her condition was getting better or getting worse.

After waking up from her illness at Xin's house, she was peaceful and calm, and she felt that was a sign of improvement. But after waking up from her illness several times in the palace, she would find that her thoughts were quietly changing, and she wanted to resist, fight back, and retaliate.

The woman who gave her the acupuncture said that people's thoughts are complex and changeable, and it is normal for dark emotions to develop after being persecuted too much. As long as this emotion does not turn into indiscriminate attacks and does not harm innocent people, there is nothing wrong with being a person who has a clear distinction between love and hate.

Just now, when Bijun threw the clothes and the tray at her, her first reaction was to throw it back. Then she was scared by her own thoughts and felt that she had become a bad person. She was afraid that she would become a bad person like those people who bullied and insulted her.

She didn't want to become the kind of person she hated.

Xin Baoer kept running, without direction or purpose. After overcoming social phobia and depression, she fell into a new vicious circle.

Constantly struggling and wavering between releasing one's nature and self-loathing.

I don't know how long I ran, but I finally felt my legs were too heavy to lift. My chest was also in pain after the overload of exercise, so I had to stop and rest.

Perhaps it was the extreme exercise that allowed those negative emotions to be vented out along with the sweat. Xin Baoer finally calmed down, leaning on her knees and breathing heavily.

Until she felt her heart no longer beating violently and her breathing gradually stabilized, Xin Baoer stood up and looked around.

This glance made Xin Baoer feel like she had lost all desire to live.

"Why are you running around? Are you lost?"

With this realization, the question of whether things would get better or worse that had been lingering in her mind suddenly became less important.

This environment seemed like a desolate wilderness. There were only a few dead trees in sight, and at her height she could only see grass. This caused her little remaining brain capacity to constantly produce some not-so-good images.

For example: a carnivore suddenly appears.

For example, there is an assassin in black holding a sword and smiling lewdly.

"what!"

Xin Baoer was so frightened by her own imagination that she shuddered and ran in one direction, completely unaware that this run took her further away from the way home.

In modern times, Xin Baoer is a person with poor sense of direction. She usually takes the bus to go to school and go home. Except for going with her parents, she has never gone out alone to any place.

There were several times when she was bullied and she had to escape in a panic and take a taxi home. This also made her save a little pocket money, and it was all used up. The paints she wanted to buy for a long time, but now she has no chance to buy them.

So after Xin Baoer traveled through time, she found that she could also make money, so she racked her brains to come up with the idea of ​​opening a teahouse. Facts have proved that she does have some talent as a businessman. When she returned home today, her second brother Xin Chengzhi gave her several silver notes, a total of more than a thousand taels of dividends.

After running for a while, he passed by several abandoned houses and stopped in a dilapidated pavilion.

The pavilion extends to the lake through a covered bridge. The lake is surrounded by tall withered aquatic plants. The lake surface is clean and more open, which is why Xin Baoer chose to stay here.

I was too tired to care whether the stone bench was clean or not. I just sat down on it, gasping for breath. I looked up at the sky weakly. The sun had already started to set.

"I won't run anymore. I hope you can find out I'm lost soon."

Xin Baoer gave up struggling. She looked so miserable at this moment. The new clothes she changed into when she got home almost became beggar's clothes. There were scratches of varying degrees on her face and hands. After taking a break, she felt pain all over.