Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

After a few days of such peaceful days, King Jing came.

It was a sunny afternoon, and spring in Jingzhou seemed to come at this time. The trees in the yard were green, and the flowers in the flower beds were blooming. Every day, craftsmen came to take care of them carefully. It felt like a few days. I saw tender green buds and a few indistinct small flower buds.

King Jing came, but Xiao Hua never saw the flowers bloom or heard the birdsong.

It seems that there is no difference from the past, and it seems that it is very different from the past.

Obviously that little flower was no different from before, but King Jing always felt awkward and flustered.

"What’s wrong with you?"

As he spoke, King Jing stroked Xiao Hua's temple hair.

Because of the little love between himself and King Jing, when Ding Xiang combs Xiao Hua's hair every day, no matter what she combs, Xiao Hua will always leave a strand of hair on her left temple. Every time King Jing touches there, Xiao Hua feels like a warm spring flower. open. In the past few days, there was no such strand left, but all of it was pulled up. King Jing paused for a while, and it fell to her temple.

"nothing much."

King Jing looked at his hands, and then at her who had her head down and couldn't see her eyes. Every time she moved her finger in response to the touch in the past, she felt a little dazed.

He deliberately put his hand on her, but still didn't.

King Jing felt a little stuffy in his heart, thought for a while, and put his hand on hers, but still didn't.

King Jing was bored for a while, and then the indistinct emotion was covered up by fatigue. He was too busy these two days, so he came to the west courtyard just to see her and rest for a while.

Unconsciously, people fell asleep.

She really didn't want to look there, but there was no movement there, so Xiao Hua looked over there.

He fell asleep, a deep sleep.

Taking the thin mattress placed in the corner of the Kang, Xiao Hua carefully covered King Jing.

It seemed that Xiao Hua's actions had awakened King Jing. He moved and pulled her into his arms. As before, she curled up in his arms, and he half-circled her waist, sleeping together.

A choking feeling suddenly surged up in her heart, Xiao Hua endured it for a long time before it rushed up. After calming down for a while, I closed my eyes and didn't think about anything.

When night fell, King Jing woke up.

Xiaohua called Lilac to light the lamp, and Ding Lan and Chuncao waited for them to wash with warm cotton towels. Xiao Hua combed King Jing's hair herself, and then casually pulled her own.

The dinner was set, and the two went to eat.

The dishes are very simple, and they are brought from the small kitchen of Jingtai Palace. Every time King Jing comes to eat, Xiaohua doesn't need to go to the dining room to order food.

It was very quiet during the meal, after eating, the two of them rinsed their mouths and drank tea, then went back to the West Room.

Xiaohua took a book to King Jing, and she also took a book and sat aside.

King Jing glanced at her, always felt that something was wrong, she still had a smile on her face, and there was nothing unusual during the meal, and everything was as usual when he came to the West Room after the meal, but he just felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell. .

Suddenly lost interest in reading, "Take a bath."

Xiao Hua raised her head, put down the unturned book in her hand, and called out to Ding Xiang. After the water was prepared, the two went to the bathroom.

Xiaohua obviously didn't want to, but at this moment her mind went blank, her mind was in a mess wondering if he did the same to others, thinking...

"Ding Xiang, is Your Highness awake?"

Fushun came in and asked, King Jing spent a lot of nights in the west courtyard, so Fushun was also arranged a room beside him to rest at night. However, Fushun got up very early every day, and it was Yinshi who came early and waited.

"Boss Fu, Your Highness hasn't gotten up yet." Seeing Fushun, Ding Xiang's thoughts were very complicated.

Fushun let out an oh, and sat down beside him.