Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

Inside the tent of blue-green embroidered bird and vines, it didn't know when it had calmed down.

It was so quiet that Ding Xiang's heart tightened.

After an unknown amount of time, I suddenly heard rustling sounds from the tent, and then the curtain was lifted, revealing Xiao Hua's face with red and swollen eyes, but her usual expression.

"Lilac, I want to take a bath, and then the swelling of my eyes also needs to go down."

Ding Xiang unconsciously said 'oh', and after turning around to go out, she realized that she had forgotten the rules.

After taking a bath, Xiao Hua sat in front of the dressing table and half leaned on Ding Xiang, letting her roll the peeled egg in her eyes.

After some work, Xiaohua opened her eyes, looked in the mirror, and found that the swelling was really not that great.

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

Xiaohua also drew a shape for herself, put on a silver-red fine cloud brocade acacia blouse and a pleated skirt of green silk rattan with scattered flowers, and pulled a butterfly bun obliquely. Putting on the butterfly hairpin and touching the slightly trembling butterfly wings, I suddenly feel very good.

After breakfast, taking advantage of the good weather, Xiaohua went for a walk in the yard, then went back to the house and took out the middle coat to continue working. It was noon, and after lunch, she saw that the sun outside was not so strong, so she went out for a walk for a while, and then returned to continue making clothes.

When it was Shen time, King Jing came.

After King Jing left in the morning, he always felt that the little flower's expression was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

He was almost busy with the things in his hand, so he came to the west courtyard.

When I entered the door, I saw her sitting on the kang under the window, with her head down, doing needlework. The setting sun in the afternoon shone on her face through the window lattice, casting a layer of golden color on her face. With that kind of fluff on his face, King Jing suddenly had the illusion that the little flower was very small.

Don't worry, it's very small.

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

Seeing King Jing come in, Xiaohua sat on the kang and smiled at him.

"Your Highness."

He nodded, sat on the edge of the kang, and turned his head to watch the movements of her hands.

Neither of them made a sound.

Ding Xiang served tea and placed it on the kang table.

Glancing at him, Xiao Hua stroked the drooping lock of hair on her temples and said, "The servant girl is slow, it will take several days to finish it."

King Jing reached out and touched her fingers, "No rush."

He called Fushun in again, and asked someone to serve him and change the clothes he was wearing in the house.

Xiaohua looked at King Jing carefully for a while, only to find that he seemed to have lost weight. The already thin body seems to be thinner. There was a trace of imperceptible fatigue between her brows, she put down the needle and thread in her hand, got up and waited for him to sit down on the kang.

He handed the teacup to him, and said: "Your Highness, are you tired, and the concubine will give you some relief?"

"Need not."

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

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

This kind of action is accompanied by such heart-pounding words.

Xiaohua's face froze, and she raised her eyes to look at him. He didn't look at her, but glanced sideways at Fushun.

Fushun immediately bowed down and stepped out.

bang bang bang...

Her heart was beating so fast, Xiao Hua could only force herself to be calm.

"Who is she? Your Highness."

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

This made Xiaohua a little confused, her mind was messed up, she could only force herself to smile, and embroidered again with her clothes.

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

Even if Xiao Hua hasn't seen her face yet, she seems to understand who she is.

is her!

"This is it."

King Jing suddenly said this.

Xiaohua's brain was in a mess, and she could still analyze that King Jing was answering her own words just now.