Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

On this day, cloves come to make up the soup.

After receiving a letter from the small kitchen, Madam He put a small black sand jar into a small basket and handed it to Aunt Meng.

Although Aunt Meng and Madam He did not have the name of a teacher and apprentice, she was able to cook meals from Madam He's first-hand church, so the two have always been close, and Aunt Meng is considered a person whom Madam He extremely trusts.On weekdays, I handed soup to the West Yard. Obviously, I could find a little eunuch to help me, but Madam He never let it be faked by others, and Aunt Meng went there in person.

Those who come out of the palace have always been cautious.

Aunt Meng went to the gate of Jingtai Hall, gave the basket in her hand to Dingxiang, and took the basket that she had taken yesterday from Dingxiang.

"Troubled Aunt Meng again."

"What's the trouble, go ahead."

After Ding Xiang left, Aunt Meng turned and walked in.

Without taking two steps, I saw a little palace man walking towards her.

The little palace man is young, about fourteen, wearing a pink jacket and a moon-white pleated skirt.Guzi face, a pair of big and flickering peach eyes, pink cherry mouth, narrow waist, slender as willow.

Seeing those eyes, Aunt Meng thought of what Xiaodouzi said yesterday, and she was right in her heart.

Aunt Meng hadn't seen these people, but she hadn't been in close contact with them, so she just looked around.At this moment, I just met face to face, and I saw it clearly.

A thought flashed through her heart, and it really looked alike.

But it's just the eyes, and they look like gods.

Aunt Meng brushed her body and walked over without a change. The little palace man glanced at her with curiosity in her eyes.

Seeing the older palace man walking by, Qianxi walked to the palace gate, and saw the gatekeeper eunuch, a very sweet smile was drawn on her face.

"Little plum grandpa, who is that aunt? How come the slave and maid see her come here every day to deliver things outside?"

"That's Aunt Meng from the small kitchen, sending soup to Mrs. Hua."

Qianxi was puzzled, and smiled on her face and said, "Who is Mrs. Hua? Why does this Aunt Meng give her soup?"

Xiao Lizi glanced at her, his face was not cold or warm: "Don't ask if you shouldn't ask, who is Mrs. Hua? If you can inquire about it. I have said it a few times. The above allow you little palace people to not leave Jingtai Palace gate. Don't always come here when you are free."

"Oh, thank you Grandpa Li for your advice."

Qianxi smiled timidly, and turned her head around to reveal her anger.

***

Lilac returned with food.

After Ding Lan and Chuncao set up their meals, they went down to eat, leaving only the cloves for the meal.

"Madam, drink some soup before eating."

Lilac opened the lid of the small sand jar, said while taking a small white porcelain bowl, and scooped out half of it with a soup spoon.

The little flower took it and drank it with a small spoon.

"Yeah... Mammy's craftsmanship is getting better and better, this soup is really fragrant." She squinted her eyes with enjoyment, and the corners of her eyes were slightly curled.

Ding Xiang gave a soft huh, Xiao Hua raised her eyes and glanced.

"Madam, look."

I saw a piece of oily paper with the size of the belly of the thumb stuck on the back of the lid of the small sand jar.Lilac pulled it with his hand, and the piece of greased paper came off. It turned out that this piece of greased paper was glued to the lid with a small piece of dough.

The oil paper was folded, and the cloves opened, and a small piece of paper was sandwiched inside.

Xiao Hua put down the bowl in her hand and took it.

There are a few small characters written on the note. Come to the small kitchen.

The replenishing soup was sent by Mother He, and the crock came out of the small kitchen, so this small note was handed over from the small kitchen.

Xiao Hua thought of Mother He in a flash.

Lilac turned over the oil paper again, and said, "Madam, nothing else."

"It's okay, this should be what Mother He gave me."

But why not just say it, but use this way?Xiaohua and Lilac also flashed this thought in their hearts, and they looked at each other with doubts.

"Take it and burn it, there's nothing wrong with it."

Xiaohua spoke in her mouth, and held up a small white porcelain bowl in her hand.

"Yes."

While eating, Xiao Hua has been thinking about this question, and she couldn't figure it out for a long time.

It is certainly impossible for Mother He to pass her such words for no reason. Everyone knows how difficult it is for people to enter the gate of Jingtai Hall, so there must be a reason.

But what is the reason?

***

When King Jing came back from the front yard and walked to the laneway of Jingtai Hall, he turned his feet and walked towards the west courtyard.

"His Royal Highness, won't you return to Jingtai Hall?" Fushun asked in a low voice from the side.

King Jing hasn't returned to Jingtai Hall for several days, so it's no wonder Fushun is impatient.

King Jing did not speak, and walked forward.All the way to the west courtyard, Chunmei was about to go in and report, but was stopped by Jing Wang's slightly raised hand.

Xiaohuawo flipped through the book on the kang, and heard the movement outside. Just thinking about getting up and preparing to meet him, she saw King Jing walking in, and raised her hand to stop her move down the kang, and sat down by the kang.

"His Royal Highness." There was some joy in Xiaohua's eyebrows, especially Jing Wang's recent thoughtful actions, which filled her with sweetness.

King Jing touched Xiao Hua's hair, his expression remained unchanged, but his eyes softened.

"His Royal Highness came back from the front yard? Will you leave later? If you don't leave, the maid will ask them to bring the clothes they wear in the house. The clothes worn outside the house always feel uncomfortable."

"Don't go."

Hearing this, the smile on Xiaohua's face increased.

Ding Xiang held the home-made clothes that King Jing put in the west courtyard, and a pair of silk shoes with very soft uppers.

Xiaohua came down to the kang, she did not leave her to serve King Jing to change the clothes outside, and was about to squat down to take off his boots and change shoes, but was held by King King.

Lilac had a good look, and when he saw this, he hurried over, kneeling and stripping off his boots for King Jing.

After giving up, Ding Lan offered tea, and the servants filed out.

King Jing doesn’t like the number of people waiting around him, and when Xiao Hua gets along with King King, there are people around him. Over time, when the two get along, no one will stay in the house, including after Fushun came to the West Yard. You can also move freely.

Xiao Hua gave up the position she had just occupied to King Jing, placed King Jing on the Kang, and sat down by herself.

King Jing touched her hair, while she rubbed his finger back.The expression is very subtle, but the atmosphere between them is excellent. Although Xiaohua still looks so indifferent when she sees King Jing, she can always catch something that makes her happy.

The book that King King liked to read was on hand, took one and turned it over.Xiao Hua sat aside while sewing a piece of clothing in her hand. Occasionally, King Jing would raise her eyes and glance at her. Seeing the moon-white coat, she felt very happy.

"Is it okay for this shirt to be embroidered on it?"

In particular, every piece of His Royal Highness's coat is so exquisite, seemingly ordinary, but from the dark lines on the cuffs, it can be seen that it is made by that kind of embroiderer with excellent handicraft.Look at what he holds again, every time Xiaohua will feel a sense of shame.

King Jing did not speak and touched her hand.

"Well, the maidservant will not ask you any more, as long as you think it is okay." After a while, Xiao Hua said: "Forget it, the maidservant should embroider some patterns on the cuffs. Don't dislike it." After thinking about it, she still thinks so.

King Jing seemed to hear the anxiety in her tone and touched her hair again.

The sense of shame and anxiety disappeared suddenly, Xiao Hua's half-dangling face smiled even more, and she lowered her head and continued to sew seriously.

After doing it for a while, Xiao Hua glanced at the hourglass on the cabinet, and it was more than half an hour before she put down the needlework in her hand.

Seeing that the man was still reading a book, he said, "Your Highness, rest for a while."

King Jing raised his eyes to look at her, then put down the book in his hand.

These two people are the kind of extremely monotonous people, Xiaohua, who spends time on weekdays, except for doing some embroidery work, is reading books, and let the palace people accompany them to play a double-luk.King Jing was even poorer, anyway, Xiao Hua didn't see what he could do other than reading, or just sitting in a daze.

Seeing the man staring at her, Xiao Hua snuggled to the side, feeling that he was wrapping her arms, and she sighed with happiness in her heart.

This situation is something Xiaohua has never imagined in her entire life.Although King Jing didn't like to talk, he was very good to her to be honest, and she always heard the people below say to her,'His Royal Highness is very fond of Madam', and she gradually felt the same.

Except that, he still doesn't like to talk.

but--

Xiao Hua looked up at him, then saw him looking at her eyes.Very dark and bright, crystal clear as if there is no emotion, but very focused.

It seems so, not being talkative is not unacceptable, right?

Everyone has their own personalities, and she feels very, very good that he can do this.It's so good that occasionally she sits there alone and suddenly wants to cry.

At this time, Xiao Hua had another feeling of tears in her eyes, which was inexplicable but could not help it.She lowered her head, rubbed her face in King Jing's arms, and stayed still.

King Jing hasn't made a sound until Xiaohua reacts. Long time has passed, and the light in the room has dimmed.

She yelled and sat up straight, "Lilac, palm the lamp."

Ding Xiang and Ding Lan walked in lightly, moving the lights in the house one by one.

The flash of light made Xiaohua unable to react for a while, squinted her eyes, and saw the person next to her, dizzy for a moment.

"what happened?"

Xiao Hua smiled and touched her eyes, "It's nothing, it suddenly lit up a bit dazzling."

"Madam, do you want to eat?"

Xiao Hua glanced at King Jing, who nodded.

"Go ahead."

While having lunch, Xiao Hua suddenly remembered the little note of Madam He, and she stopped talking.

King Jing seemed to notice that she had something to say, "Say."

Xiao Hua hesitated for a moment, and decided to tell the truth, "When the maid was in Jingtai Hall, Madam He from the small kitchen treated her concubine very well." She looked at King Jing's eyes, paused, and said, "The maid. It’s been a long time since my concubine saw Madam He."

King Jing thought of the light crimson clothes, and then looked at the expectant and worried little flower in front of him.

After a while, he said, "The lone king will give orders."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

I don't know why, when King Jing sees this little flower's smile, he feels in a very good mood.

After eating, I was fine again.

Xiaohua made a suggestion, "His Royal Highness, the maidservant can help you relax?"

King Jing nodded, and the two went to the bedroom.

Now it's more exquisite than before. Every time before giving Jing Wang Songfa, Xiao Hua always asks him to soak in a hot bath first, and then press it again when it's soaked.Of course, there were also times when King Jing was uncomfortable, and he would suddenly speak for Xiaohua to pinch, but that kind of situation is rare.

King Jing took a hot bath and fell down on the bed...

The hot water temperature was quite high, much higher than his usual bath water temperature. After soaking it, I felt that my pores were open.The bedding was extremely soft and soft, and with the faint fragrance that Xiao Huaer was used to, King Jing let out a silent sigh.,,

Each set is extremely proficient, Xiao Hua said while pressing and saying: "Your Highness, don't read too long every time you read a book. If you keep the same posture for a long time with your neck hanging down, you will be here..." When talking about this, she squeezed the bones of King Jing's neck with her small hands, "It will hurt here. I don't feel it when I am young, but when I get older, I will feel the drawbacks."

These are the preventive and corrective knowledge described in the manuscript. Although Xiaohua doesn't understand it, she can use it now, and she can analyze it herself, and then synthesize it and tell King Jing in her own language.

Moreover, King Jing was very busy with official duties on weekdays. Even if Xiaohua hadn't seen the situation, she could still imagine it.He is a dull temper, he can sit in the same place for a long time without moving.

Sometimes when encountering such a situation in the West Yard, Xiao Hua always feels distressed. It is also a calm guide and a comfortable place for him to sit.In the Ondol in Xijian, the position where Xiao Hua often sits seems to be no different from the past, but Xiao Hua has spent a lot of thought to make adjustments in order to make King Jing sit more comfortable.

Distressed...

This thought flashed through very quickly, Xiao Hua didn't realize it at the time. After realizing it, she realized that she would actually use such a word...

Distressed, why is it distressed, Xiaohua really dare not think about this question.