The Ancient Growth Diary of a Little Zombie

The little palace maid outside the door heard this devilish sound that was constantly looping, which was inexplicably passionate but also unbearable to the ears.

Confused.

Messy.

Who am I and where am I?

When she finally came to her senses from the chaos, she immediately turned her head and looked around as if it was a conditioned reflex.

Fortunately, this place is rarely used. Apart from the palace maids who clean the place every day, no one usually comes here.

The little palace maid, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, couldn't help but stare with a very complicated look at the wooden door in front of her, from which the devilish sound was still coming out.

That's it, that's it.

The little palace maid was a mean girl at heart and couldn't help but cover her mouth and cry.

Wuwuwuwu~ Little Princess~

There really is a hidden illness!

She asked why she had to find a toilet that was so remote and far away.

Woo woo woo~ How could such a good little prince have such a strange disease!

Woo woo woo~ My poor prince~

"Your Highness...this servant actually knows a little about music. How about I help you...sing for you?"

To be honest, just listening to those few words, let alone singing them, made her extremely reluctant.

But... wuwuwuwu~ The little prince is so pitiful and has it so hard.

You have to pull hard and sing with all your heart.

How could such a small person have so much strength?

"No, no, I get nervous easily when I hear other people's voices.

But thank you anyway, you’re such a nice person~”

Shisi knew that her singing was a bit unpleasant, and when she heard her voice suddenly become so difficult and stammering, she even said that she wanted to sing for herself.

She thought her singing was too bad and she really couldn't stand it, so she just said a few perfunctory words and then shut up.

As the warm sun slowly rises above our heads, the heroic and passionate figures on the polo field have unknowingly been replaced by one group after another.

Those in the stands who were impatient had already left in groups of three or four and were strolling around the huge royal horse farm, secretly plotting something.

The Queen, an old palace fighter, had some unnecessary worries at the beginning, because no matter when, as long as it was an occasion like today, there would always be people who would stir up trouble.

However, this time the attack on Shi Shi was not some top-level conspiracy or overt plot.

They are just a group of second-generation rich people who have long been resentful of the corpses.

Hey ~

In fact, they are also poor people.

After all, let's talk about this~

It's the corpse's own fault.

Those second-generation rich kids in Beijing who claim to be born superior and are the chosen ones of heaven, no matter how they played cats and dogs and did not strive for progress in the past, are still held in the palms of their family elders and loved and pampered.

Some of them had already felt a little resentful when their fathers and elders told them to try to curry favor with a country girl and build a relationship with her.

Fortunately, Shishi rarely went out during this period, and the two sides rarely had the opportunity to interact, so they had been living in peace.

But the bad thing is, although the little devil Shishi doesn't run around outside, she has been going to work on time every day recently!

What can a person like Shi, who can't even read, do at work?

That's not the same as taking turns to deal with other people's fathers in the court every day.

I was beaten up in the court, and it was a little girl who beat me up. How can I go back with a good face?

I was already feeling humiliated, and when I got home I saw my second-generation rich kid who did nothing but tease cats and dogs all day long.

Then think about other people's children, and girls at that, who have already reached the position of prince at such a young age, and even ride on their fathers' heads and act tyrannically.

In comparison, the former good eldest son instantly became a rebellious son in their eyes.

So it was natural that every time these rebellious sons were seen, they would be scolded at the very least, or their monthly allowance would be deducted at the worst, and they would be forbidden to go out and fool around.

After being scolded for no reason so many times, these second-generation rich kids are not stupid and gradually they got the meaning of the scolding.

So you're using them as punching bags?

But just like their father can't do anything with the little girl.

Even though they knew they were being used as punching bags, they didn't dare to complain to their father.

So this boomerang of fate finally flew back to Shishi himself.

However, these people didn't take it seriously and didn't have any sinister or dirty thoughts.

I originally thought that the girl was from the countryside and must know nothing about polo, which is usually only played by rich people.

Then they could first instruct a girl of the same age as the dead girl to invite her to join them on stage.

When the dying girl can't refuse and is embarrassed, they can take this opportunity to ridicule her.

This is a way to vent the resentment that has been accumulating for a long time.

But when they were thinking about the harsh words they would say to ridicule that dead girl.

The young lady from the official family who was instructed by them came back alone with a confused and uneasy look on her face.

"Prince, I...I turned around but didn't see the little prince..."

Several young men who were sitting in the corner of the stands, all with wicked smiles on their faces as if they were about to get their revenge, glanced at the newcomer with displeasure when they heard the words.

"Tsk~ How can you not even handle such a small matter? You can't find it after turning around once, can't you turn around a few more times?"

One of the young men, dressed in moon-white brocade, couldn't help but frown and rebuked in a low voice of dissatisfaction.

The young man who was surrounded by several people and was called the prince also glared with dissatisfaction at the little girl in front of him who had begun to tremble, then stood up and looked around the stands.

After looking around and seeing that the figure he was looking for was indeed not there, the young man waved to the people around him.

"Go, go, take some people with her to look for her."

The young men who had been acting condescending, disdainful and dissatisfied towards the young official's daughter, immediately nodded in agreement like lackeys after hearing what was said.

Unfortunately, they searched around and around in the royal stables, but still couldn't see any trace of the little prince.

In the end, he quietly asked people he knew one by one, and finally found out the whereabouts of the young prince.

I went to the toilet at noon, and it was almost noon, the polo match was about to end, but that damn girl hadn't come back yet!

Could it be that he fell into the toilet?

The young man who was called the prince looked annoyed when he thought that his revenge plan would be ruined.

"Brother Prince, if you really don't like that person and want to teach her a lesson, Qingqing has a way."

The young official's daughter, who had been trembling with fear at the hands of a few people before, now dared to come forward boldly, and spoke with more flattery and intimacy.

Upon hearing this, the prince, who was originally annoyed, slightly turned sideways to avoid her sudden approach, and then raised his eyebrows at her, signaling her to continue.

When Qingqing saw this, a hint of joy flashed in her eyes, but her face still looked a little timid and embarrassed.