Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

Xiaohua is very attentive in what she does. She is not good at embroidery, and she is even more dedicated to fear that the embroidery will be ruined. After embroidering for a while, I felt a little tired, so I put down the clothes in my hand, twisted my neck, and accidentally bumped into the eyes of the people next to me.

The slanted Danfeng eyes have an eternal indifference, but today there is something hidden in them.

For a while, Xiaohua didn't understand.

She smiled and put the things in her hand aside.

"Does Your Highness want tea?" She thought King Jing wanted to drink tea.

After getting along with King Jing for some days, Xiaohua realized that this man's temperament was too rough, sometimes she wanted to drink tea, but she just didn't say anything, just looked at you, and he didn't serve until you understood and handed him the tea Drink it as if nothing had happened. It makes people feel awkward, and some feel a little childish.

Xiao Hua offered him the teacup while talking, but the other party didn't pick it up, didn't speak, but turned his eyes back to the scroll.

Xiaohua blinked, a little confused and a little irritable.

She has been thinking about King Jing's temperament recently, and every time she thinks that she has made some progress in her thinking, he will give her a heavy blow as if nothing happened, as if telling her that the lonely king's temperament is so fickle.

Although King Jing's eyes were on the book, the peripheral vision from the corner of his eyes was always on there.

Seeing her blinking, she seemed a little annoyed, and inexplicably felt a little more joy in her heart. This kind of emotion was very slight, and before he could feel it, he caught sight of the light crimson dress at the side again out of the corner of his eyes.

Immediately, I felt a little stuffy in my heart, and I didn't want to read the lonely copy. He dropped the book in his hand and said with a stiff face, "Placement."

The man got off the kang, put on his shoes and left.

Xiao Hua could vaguely hear displeasure in King Jing's voice, but she couldn't figure it out, so she didn't think any more, and told Ding Xiang to put away the clothes, and she would embroider them tomorrow.

Entering the west room, I saw King Jing sitting on the head of the bed looking at her with a dark and inexplicable face.

Feeling that King Jing seemed to be really angry, she was a little at a loss for a while, after thinking about it, she asked, "Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"

The person got closer, and his attitude was a little flattering.

This kind of petty flattery does not make people feel flattery, but that it looks quite pleasing and pleasant, anyway, King Jing thinks so.

King Jing didn't speak, but just glanced at her and pulled her closer.