Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

Inside the tent of the green and bicolor embroidered bird vine, I don't know when it has calmed down.

It was so quiet that Lilac felt tight.

After not knowing how long, I suddenly heard some whispering sounds in the tent, and then the tent was opened, revealing Xiaohua's red and swollen eyes, but the small face with a normal expression.

"Lilac, I want to take a bath, and then my eyes have to go swollen."

Dingxiang let out an unconscious "Oh", and after turning around, he realized that he had forgotten the rules.

After taking a bath, Xiao Hua sat in front of the dressing table and leaned against Lilac, letting her roll the peeled egg in her eyes.

After finishing some work, Xiao Hua opened her eyes, looked in the mirror, and found that it didn't seem to be so swollen.

I took the soaked cotton kerchief again, put it on my eyes, and then applied facial grease.

Xiao Hua also drew a shape for herself, put on a silver-red fine cloud brocade acacia blouse and a pleated skirt with scattered flowers and green silk vines. She pulled a butterfly bun diagonally, and the strand of hair fell again, inserting her head back. When I took the butterfly hairpin and touched the slightly trembling butterfly wings, my mood suddenly became exceptionally good.

After breakfast, taking advantage of the good weather, Xiao Hua went to the yard for a walk, and then went back to the house to take out the shirt and continue to do it.As soon as it was noon, she had lunch. Seeing that the sun outside was not too strong, she went out for a walk again, and then returned to continue making clothes.

When it was time for Shen, King Jing came.

After King Jing left in the morning, he always felt that Xiao Hua's expression was wrong all morning, but he could not tell what was wrong.

With everything in his hands almost busy, he came to the West Yard.

When I entered the door, I saw her sitting on the kang by the window, lowering her head and sewing.The setting sun in the afternoon shot her face through the window lattices, giving her a golden color.With the fine hairs on his face, King Jing suddenly had the illusion of a small flower.

Reassured, it's very small.

She was fifteen and he was twenty-six, a full eleven years younger.

Seeing King Jing coming in, Xiao Hua smiled at him sitting on the kang.

"His Royal Highness."

He nodded and sat down next to the Kang, tilting his head to watch the movements in her hands.

Neither of them said anything.

Clove served tea and placed it on the Kang table.

Taking a look at him, Xiao Hua stroked the drooping strand of hair beside her temple and said, "My maidservant is slow in her hands, and it will take several days to get it done."

King Jing stretched out his hand and touched her finger, "No hurry."

Fushun was called to come in again, and he was served to change the clothes he was wearing in the house.

Xiao Hua looked at King Jing carefully for a while, only to realize that he seemed to be thinner.The already thin body type seems to be thinner.There was an unnoticeable fatigue between her eyebrows. She put down the needle and thread in her hand, got up to serve him and sat down on the kang.

He took the tea cup and handed it to him, and said, "His Royal Highness, are you tired?

"No need to."

She reached out and touched his shoulder, which was stiff, "But your shoulders must be uncomfortable."

King Jing thought for a while and touched her hair, "Let her come."

Such an action is accompanied by words that poke the heart like this.

Xiaohua condensed on her face and raised her eyes to look at him.He didn't look at her, but looked sideways at Fushun.

Fushun immediately responded and stepped out.

Bang bang bang...

The heartbeat was so fast that Xiaohua could only calm herself down.

"Why is she? Your Highness."

King Jing pondered for a moment and said, "I don't know."

These words made Xiao Hua a little puzzled, her mind was confused, she could only smile to herself, and embroidered her clothes.

After a while, Fushun stepped in, followed by a young girl.

Even if Xiaohua hadn't seen her yet, she seemed to understand who she was.

is her!

"This is it."

King Jing suddenly said such a sentence.

Xiao Hua's brains were clumped together, and it could be analyzed that King Jing was answering his own words just now.

Fushun directed the ugly face to move down the Kang table, but the girl never looked up.The position of Xiaohua's temple was frantically exploding, making her face a little pale.

It doesn't seem to be the first time depending on the situation.

"Oh." Xiaohua found her voice trembling, adjusted a little and said: "Who is she?" There was a little curious voice in her voice.

"do not know."

Hearing this, Xiao Hua felt a little relieved.

She gave him a pretended jealous look, and said: "His Royal Highness has many beautiful little palace people around, and she will forget her concubine in the future."

"no."

The hand was caught.

"Yes."

"will not."

"Yes."

She thought that she was pretending to be jealous, but who knew that she would be jealous when she said every sentence.

Looking at his calm and unwavering face, but with a little helplessness in her eyes, Xiaohua suddenly felt that the spring blossoms in her heart. Those things that made her entangled for many days and cried several times seemed to be irrelevant.And this person's psychological shock is completely eliminated between this'will' and'will not'.

Looking at Fushun standing with her head down and the girl who kept her head down, Xiao Hua suddenly smiled.

"The maidservant wants to see if she has the beauty of a maid."

King Jing was puzzled.

How could this person compare to Xiao Huaer.

Xiao Hua didn't look at King Jing's face, her eyes swept down, "You lift your face and let this lady take a look."

The girl below became stiff, and looked down at Fushun flusteredly.

Fushun smiled and said, "How can such a vulgar little palace man stain Madam's eyes?"

Xiao Hua glanced at King Jing, her rose-colored lips half-torted.

"look up."

Seeing King Jing had spoken, Fushun had to hang his head again.

The girl slowly raised her head and exposed her entire face, but stared at the lower part, not daring to look at the person above.

"Oh, as expected, beautiful, beautiful eyes..."

The delicate female voice rang from the top, Qianxi knew that this was the legendary Mrs. Flower.

The lady who made her look at her differently, the lady who was said to be spoiled by her highness, the lady who stood in the corner for a long time because she accidentally raised her head and punished the lady who stood in the corner for a long time. Similar Mrs. Flower...

Oh, no, she looks like Mrs. Flower.

Although everyone in Jingtai Hall was silent, from the weird eyes, we could tell that she looked like Mrs. Flower, so the eyes of others were weird.

Only the two of them didn't look weird. One was Father Fu, but he found her. Qianxi has almost figured out what Father Fu means these days.The other was His Royal Highness, but Qianxi knew that His Royal Highness had never seen her face from beginning to end.He didn't see it, but he never saw it.

King Jing's eyes didn't look down, his gaze kept staring at the rare naughty on the delicate little face, the rose-colored lips that kept opening, and the tender white fingers on the lips. tip.

"...Why does my maid always feel that she looks familiar?"

These words made Fushun's face stiff, and Ding Xiang had an epiphany.

Madam, this is a declaration of war on Father Fu!

"Lilac, come and see, do you think she looks like someone?"

When Qianxi's eyes started when Xiaohua said that she had beautiful eyes, she couldn't help but look up.

It is beautiful and beautiful, mixed with charming, white to transparent skin, and a pair of shining peach eyes.She is very familiar with those eyes, and she also has such a pair, but Qianxi has to admit that these eyes only interpret what is called looking back, smiling and smiling...

"It's a bit familiar, who does it look like?"

No matter what, Ding Xiang can only accompany his wife to perform the play.

Fortunately, the wife did not use her as the rafter, but she murmured: "...how do you feel a bit like me..."

The erratic sound hit Fushun's heart hard.

At this moment, Fushun discovered that Mrs. Hua, who has always been meek and harmless, was never a good crop.

Because of these words, King Jing's eyes moved.

After staring silently for a while, his eyes moved to Fushun's head again.

The room was quiet and scary.

"Go down."

King Jing's voice fell, and everyone in the room retreated.

Xiao Hua didn't dare to look up. It was not that she had never acted in front of King Jing, but it was the first time since then.For no reason, she felt that she was doing this very wrong.

After a while, King Jing said, "Sleep with the lonely king."

Xiao Hua sat up on her knees, went to the Kangjiao to take a thin mattress, and then removed her hair. Fortunately, the hair comb today is simple and it is not difficult to remove.Finally, the butterfly hairpin was pulled out, and her long hair was scattered, and she carefully placed the hairpin on the cabinet beside it.

King Jing watched her movements and watched her cautiously when she put the hairpin on, his heart softened.

Seeing that she was putting a thin mattress over the two of them, and seeing her lying down beside him, he sighed inwardly and took her into his arms.

Xiao Hua buried her face in King Jing's arms, as before, but there was panic, anxiety, and anxiety in her heart, with various emotions.While doing a whole set of movements, Xiao Hua never looked at King Jing's face, because she was afraid of seeing something on it that she could not bear.

In vain, I felt a hand stroking her back and stroking it one after another.Xiao Hua had a moment of stiffness, and then relaxed.

How similar!

She still remembered how he soothed her that time.

Tears rushed out in an instant, and couldn't stop it.

Father Fu, maybe you are above the top, maybe your position is supernatural, maybe your position in the heart of His Highness is unusual, maybe...

But, such a highness, such a good highness, how am I willing, how am I willing to be willing!So, I won't let it!

"...I'm sorry, Your Highness...I shouldn't...but I'm afraid..."

Suddenly she almost couldn't breathe from crying, Xiaohua knew that it shouldn't be, but couldn't help it.These are not tears of fear or something, but something that is suppressed in my heart that is unclear.

She can pretend to be calm and play a show to test King Jing, but when this big palm is placed on her back and soothes herself as she did when she was most helpless, she can no longer pretend to be strong.

"The concubine will never again..." She cried faintly, and as the tears poured out, the things that had been buried in her heart for a long time also came out."The concubine had already known that Grandpa Fu had arranged some small palace people to come in. The concubine was always worried, especially knowing that they were better than me, younger and more beautiful than me, and the concubine was very uncomfortable..."

While crying, she rubbed the majestic tears on King Jing's clothes, and kept muttering, "...Your Royal Highness hasn't been here for many days, and the concubine thought to her that there must be someone else..."

"...Today Father Fu brought her back again. That time in Jingtai Hall, the maidservant saw her like her... Your Royal Highness needs someone to be relieved, and the maidservant can do it, so why find someone else... Concubine doesn't want to give her highness to her, and concubine can't bear to..."

Xiao Hua said it intermittently and vaguely, but King Jing was by her side and could also hear clearly.He didn't know how to keep her from crying, nor could he say any comforting words, so he could only caress her back with one hand.

After a long time, the movement in his chest stopped.He stopped crying, his body was so stiff, he seemed to realize that it was bad for him to do this.

King Jing calmed down for a while before he said dumbly: "It's not the idea of ​​the lonely king."

"The lone king doesn't know what she looks like."

"I'm afraid you are tired."

"I will not do it again."

"Don't cry."