Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

Thinking of that little flower, King Jing thought of her nagging to him when he was tired, why not keep one posture for a long time, why not move after sitting for a while, even if you can't get up, you can twist your neck to avoid being stiff for a long time If you feel bad...

He slightly twisted his neck a few times and made two small noises.

Fushun was taken aback, but King Jing didn't feel anything, only that his neck seemed to come alive after twisting, not as numb as before.

It's just that I am alive, but the pain is severe.

"Your Highness, because of the matter of your body, the old slave considered that Mrs. Hua is a wife after all, and she can't always let her do these things, so she specially found someone who can massage the looseness, or let her squeeze it for you. pinch?"

King Jing didn't think too much about it, he just thought about how she was tired in bed last time, and felt that Fushun's words made sense, so he didn't refuse.

If he can relax for a while, he won't be sore when he wakes up tomorrow morning.

Fushun showed joy and stepped out to make arrangements.

After a while, he walked in again and began to arrange the venue for King Jing when he was tired.

It was still the soft couch that Xiaohua used when she was exhausted by King Jing. After Xiaohua left Jingtai Hall, this slightly higher soft couch has not been changed, including the original embroidered pier is still there.

"Your Highness, do you want to take a bath before coming back?"

After watching it so many times, I won't watch it anymore. Fushun also knows that when Mrs. Hua is giving His Highness a rest, he will let him take a bath first and then massage.

Fushun waited on King Jing to sit down on the couch, and said: "The slave brought the ointment prescribed by Doctor Hu Liang, why don't you take off your coat?"

King Jing pondered for a moment and shook his head.

Fushun didn't speak anymore, and after King Jing fell down, he beckoned people to come in.

The one who came in was the girl named Qianxi, dressed in a pink jacket with a narrow waist, very graceful. A pair of twinkling peach blossom eyes, full of curiosity and apprehension.

Fushun spent a lot of thought on arranging this group of people at the beginning. Apart from other things, after finding them, Fushun specially arranged for them to teach them some massage skills.

Among them, the girl named Qianxi is quite in the eyes of Fushun. Not only because of her appearance and eyes, she herself is also a smart person, and she puts her heart into learning the craft, and she is the best among the eight.

People are self-motivated, and Fushun likes this kind of self-motivation. After all kinds of integration, Fushun doesn't mind pushing her to make progress.

Jing Wangfu crawled, but naturally he didn't see anyone coming. When his hand touched his back, he realized that it seemed to be a woman. There was some disgust in his heart, but the soreness and exhaustion all over his body made him endure it.

After a while, it seemed to be really more comfortable. After pressing for half an hour, King Jing finally sat up. He didn't see the panting girl who was signaled to kneel down by Fushun's eyes.

"Your Highness, are you feeling better?"

King Jing didn't speak, put on his shoes, and walked out.

Fushun didn't come out until King Jing fell asleep, but Qianxi was still in the palace and hadn't gone out yet.

"Eunuch Fu."

Fushun looked her up and down with a smile, and said, "Very good, this is a good start. Talking less and doing more will be good for you."

Seeing Qianxi's joyful face again, her eyes flickered.

He frowned and said, "Keep your expression down, and your eyes too."

Qian Xi thought about what this father-in-law said in the past, and half lowered her head.

Fushun looked again, then nodded in satisfaction.

"That's good, our Highness doesn't like those who escape."